Do you like spy stories, but hate that the only females are eye-candy, or rewards for the hero? And right after he beds them, they get killed? Me too! So I wrote a couple of books about female agents--find out more here-- www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/48271
The first book is Secret Lover. Sheena has been an agent for many years. She knows the rules--never use your real name, never see a lover more than once, and never, ever develop feelings. It's far too dangerous and can get you both killed.
Excerpt set-up--She sees a sexy man in a bar in Berlin while she's relaxing in-between assignments. She's vaguely aware that he's an action movie star. He's also part Native American, so he's tall, dark-skinned, with long, silky black hair. And he's watching her too. She begins her seduction that ends with her bringing him upstairs to a "company" apartment. She tells him she's his until she has to report for work again in a few days. He's so hard he can't think straight, so he agrees to her rules.
He let out a low groan as she led him into the bedroom, and he took in the king-sized bed with the mirrors all around it.
"Then if we only have a few days, we'd better get going right now!" He threw his jacket on the floor, then sat on the bed. Pulling her close, he nibbled at her lips, while she stood in front of him and quivered. His hands started at her thighs, then massaged their way up to the top of the zipper for her dress. He pulled the zipper down, then slowly slid the dress off of her shoulders, down her body, to reveal the matching lace bra, garters and thong that she wore underneath it.
"Wait." He was panting, leaning his head against her breasts, trying to concentrate enough to make coherent words come out. "Birth control. I have condoms with me. Do we need them?"
Pleased at his thoughtfulness, she smiled, looking him in the eye when he gazed up at her. "No, we don't. I'm on the pill, and it's a special, proto-type thing, that also has disease-fighting properties. All of my recent STD tests were negative, so as long as you are okay with that, it’s enough for me."
"Good!" He groaned as he lay back on the bed, pulling her on top of him again, while he fumbled at the clasp for her bra.
When he had it undone, she sat up, straddling him as he pulled her bra off. She ground herself on his erection, ignoring the almost painful feeling of the zipper cutting into her, as she pulled off his shirt, then leaned over to lick and suck at his nipples.
His hands were busy on her body, then he pushed her over, to hold her hands over her head, as he bent his head down to allow his tongue to explore each breast. "I get the feeling you are used to being in control, Lenora," he said in a low voice. "But so am I. So what do we do? Who's in charge now?" He was making her moan and squirm, his mouth fastened on one nipple. He alternately licked, suckled, and bit at her nipple, while twisting the other one gently, then with more force, varying the pressure on both. He had let go of her hands to concentrate on her breasts.
She got busy with those hands. She slid them into his pants, and kneaded his butt cheeks. So hard, so firm, and so strong! Then she pulled her hands out and pushed at him, to get him to lift his hips enough for her to work at the zipper that had been digging into her. Once she had it undone, she slid his pants down and was finally able to grasp his swollen cock. The size of it increased her feeling of anticipation, while the time and attention he was giving to foreplay promised a sensitive and attentive lover--something she had not had in a very long time.
He hesitated now, looking deeply into her eyes. "Last one naked has to be on the bottom?"
With a smile she pushed him off of her, and quickly tore off her thong, leaving the garter belt and nylons still on. His pants tossed off into the corner, he reached for her again, the look in his eyes almost feral as he crawled towards her, then positioned himself between her legs, and began to rub himself against her. Feeling her slick and ready for him, he firmly grabbed both of her hips, and steadily pushed his way into her hot core. She came almost immediately.
* * * *
Her quick response seemed to surprise him, the spasms of her inner muscles causing him to almost lose his tenuous control over his own instincts. He pulled back and pounded himself into her over and over, drawing himself almost all of the way out then slamming back into her. Each time he filled her again, he felt her quiver into another orgasm. He grunted with his efforts, dug his fingers into her butt cheeks, and gritted his teeth, to try to regain control over himself, but the battle was already lost. He threw his head back and howled, as his orgasm made him spasm repeatedly inside of her, the hot come forcing itself higher and higher into her. Yet still he shook and trembled, in tune with her multiple orgasms.
* * * *
She rode his orgasm, spiraling into yet more and more for herself, screaming out her pleasure. Finally he collapsed onto her, and she lay almost unconscious. She was aware that she could barely breathe, but was not able to complain about it, since she was still having smaller orgasm-spasms that made her whimper and clench herself around his still-formidable, semi-erect manhood.