The Assassin
I never thought blood could be beautiful until I saw Simone damn near covered in it.
When she returned to the van after taking care of the retired FBI director, her black attire and face were decorated with red smudges. The color meshed nicely with her brown skin - and the lividity in her eyes. She wore her rage almost as proudly as she once did her badge.
I stole peeks of her through the rearview mirror as she stripped out of her shirt in the loading bay of the van. Some of the blood had seeped past the thick fabric, staining her skin. “There’s no point in changing,” she yelled to me. “I’m covered in this shit.”
“That’s alright,” I replied. “I prefer seeing you fully naked, but half will do.”
My comment summoned the tiniest of smiles.
Once we arrived back at the apartment, Simone’s hands immediately went to the waistband of her pants.
As she walked towards the bathroom, she unbuckled her pants and looked over her shoulder.
“You coming?” She asked, a sly smile stretching across her lips.
“It’s gonna be hard scrubbing all this blood off by myself. ”
Smirking, I followed behind her into the bathroom.
There, she wiggled out of the pants and undergarments. Her brown skin was painted with red smudges and streaks, like she’d just put down a paintbrush after hours of working on a masterpiece.
I could barely tear my eyes away as I leaned over the tub to turn the faucet knob. The water came spritzing out the shower head like a rainstorm, the droplets tapping against the marble floor.
Simone wasted no time hopping in the tub. The water poured over her, smearing the blood down her body. With her back to me, I could see tiny streams running down the curve of her spine.
I took off my clothes and joined her underneath the water. I grabbed a clean rag from off the rack, doused it with body wash, and rubbed it over Simone’s shoulders. Tiny mountains of suds formed on her arms as I scrubbed them with the rag. I made sure to be gentle as I washed her sins off of her.
Simone leaned back against me, curling into my touch. Her ass pressing against my dick made it hard to concentrate on the task.
Gritting my teeth, I quickly washed her upper body before turning her around so I could get her legs. I lowered onto my haunches, damn near eye level with her pussy, glistening from the water.
I ran the rag over her legs slower than I did her arms, admiring the shape of her thighs and the muscles in her calves. The red tint from the blood emphasized the amber undertones of her skin. The water dripping down her legs fell slow, cherishing every moment of its caress.
Once her legs were clean, I set the rag to the side and wrapped my hands around her thighs. I pressed my lips against her knee, glancing up at her as it began an ascent of kisses up her leg.
Simone rolled her plump lips inward. Not a single sign of protest lay on her face.
I gently pushed her legs apart when my mouth reached the top. I pecked soft kisses around the curve of her thigh, making my way to the treasure between it.
Simone moaned as my tongue flicked against her clit. Her hands crept from my shoulders to the back of my neck, pushing me closer as I twirled circles around the swelling bud.
Tightening my grip around her thighs, I eased her back against the wall. I lifted one of her legs and set it over my shoulder.
Simone opened her legs wider, giving me more access. Her head fell back against the wall as I left her clit and ran my tongue against her slit.
I worshipped her slowly, enjoying the sweet taste of her essence mixed with the warm water.
It’s all I’d been thinking about since I watched her hone in on her target earlier.
She moved like a lioness cornering her prey in that office.
The determination and hunger in her eyes was delicious.
She couldn’t wait to have that man’s blood on her hands.
And now that she has, it was only right to reward her for such a successful hunt.
“Mateo,” she whined, bucking her hips against my face. Her hand pushed against the back of my head, shoving my face harder against her pussy.
I picked up the pace, sucking and licking her pussy like it was the juiciest fruit on the planet. With how wet she was, she might as well be.
She rocked her hips in sync with my tongue, riding it as easily as she does my dick. Her moans bounced off the shower walls, growing louder and louder.
She called my name as a tremble ran down her legs and her hot cum spilled all over my mouth.
I lapped up every single drop, making sure not to waste a single one. I kissed her sweet center before finally rising to my feet.
Simone looked up at me as I hovered over her, pressing my arms on the wall above her head. Her chest heaved up and down, struggling to control her uneven breaths.
I leaned down and kissed her slowly, lazily. “Good job tonight,” I whispered between them. “I’m so proud of you.”
She smiled against my lips. Her arms looped around my neck as she rose on her toes, flushing her body with mine. “Show me how proud you are.”
I grabbed her thighs and lifted her up off her feet.
As our kisses deepened and my dick slipped between her tight walls, I hoped she knew I wasn’t praising her for the sake of it.
Simone was proving me wrong in every way possible. From adjusting to this life, to killing without blinking an eye - to making me feel things I never thought I would.
Underestimating her was always going to be a mistake. One I promised I would never make again.