#m:i6

You could only whimper as he fucked you with excruciating patience, reaching so deep inside you that you shook with longing. Again and again he teased you. Staying deep, oh so deep. You felt amazing, but you were impatient.

He had returned from his mission and kissed you with savage need, tearing away your clothes. He’d taken you straight to bed, holding you close, keeping you lodged to his cock while he kissed and caressed you endlessly. He seemed determined to drive you mad with longing, nudging deeper inside you while kissing and whispering against your neck. His other hand cradled your body and cupped and fondled your breast, tugging at your oversensitive nipple.

“August, stop that and move, please,” you wiggled desperately but he remained moveless, rooted deep inside you, his fat dick stretching you deliciously.

“Shhh…” He licked across your neck. “I want to savor you.”

You took a quick breath, your fingers grabbing the cotton bedsheets. “Drive me mad you mean—”

Gently, he slapped your clit and you moaned and squeezed his cock tighter. “I’ll give you my load but only after I decide it’s time.”

“You’ve made me come three times already, August come on,” you tried to tempt him by squeezing your pussy walls around him but he didn’t catch the bait.

He smiled, his perfect white teeth flashing. “I have to prolong it, love. If it were possible, I would have this go on forever.” He delved out of your depths only to give a slick thrust that buried him to the hilt inside you.

You groaned, stars floating in your vision.

He devoured your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth. “Forever inside you while you squeeze and drench me with your love.”

He bent down and took a pink nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it. His mustache chaffed you. You were red all over from his touches. You gasped when he fondled the other breast, nipping at the bud, his huge palm shaping the roundness of it.

“Now be a good girl and come for me,” he said, his hand reaching down to stroke your clit.

One, two, three gentle strokes and you shattered, your whole frame shaking with ecstasy. He kept you anchored to his cock the whole time, not thrusting, kissing your face and whispering how good it felt to be inside you, how perfectly you were squeezing his cock, how precious you were, how beautiful and loved.

“The most glorious woman in the world,“ he said huskily against the shell of your ear, “my woman, coming hard for me, my perfect little love. Feels good?” he asked, his thumb gently delving across the swollen lips of your sex that were stretched over his aching cock.

You nodded fervently, so blissful.

And then he started to move, finally giving you what you wanted.

His hips undulated, snapping repeatedly as he fucked you in earnest. He drew back, watching as he exited your depths, his length covered in your juices, then snapped back inside. He kept a wicked rhythm. Snapping fast and then slowly, giving you steady measured thrusts that made your eyes roll back in your head.

Head relaxing into the crook of his shoulder, you rocked against him. Grunting powerfully, he grabbed under both of your knees, spread them open and pistoned into you. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and both your moans were only sounds in your bedroom. The scents of salt and sex were thick in the air.

He fucked you like a man possessed, his grunts loud and frantic, jolting your body with each pump.

Locking eyes with you, he buried himself balls deep and erupted, spurting rope after rope of cum inside you. His huge body trembled violently, desperate moans leaving him as he kissed you hungrily while rubbing your clit maniacally. Your toes curled, your eyes closing tightly and you climaxed with sobbing cries. You felt his shaft pumping, the veins throbbing as he filled you to the brim.

When the pleasure waned, he was still inside you, softening extremely slowly. Keeping you locked together, he moved your bodies to the side, his arms resting protectively around you. You winced when you felt the telltale tickle of his seed down your ass. Even with him inside you, it was always too much.

Sighing in satisfaction, August drew one hand along the pale curve of your thigh. You arched back into him, reaching for his hand. Your fingers intertwined, his big and rough hand against your small, smooth one. You played with his palm then brought his hand against your mouth, kissing each finger. He sighed your name and you smiled.

“You overdid it today,” you said, looking back at him. His hair was tousled, his lips swollen—not as much as yours, you guessed—but it was pleasing to see him roughened and flushed from your lovemaking.

He kissed you, his tongue tracing the plump fullness of your lips. “I’m sorry. I missed you.”

“Difficult mission?” You asked, your fingers weaving with his. Sometimes he returned home with the weight of the mission pressing heavily on his shoulders, making love to you like a man possessed.

“They threatened to harm you,” August began, his voice strained. “It was an empty threat, I knew it. I knew you were safe but when they threatened to hurt you, it… it broke something inside me. I lost control. I thought of nothing but finishing them off and coming to you.”

Your heart ached for him. August always appeared so hard and unbending, brutal even, but his heart was gentle and fragile.

Slowly, you turned around. His shaft slipped from you, softened now and he made a grimace, missing the feel of you. You cupped his neck and he squeezed you against him, your nipples brushing his chest. You caressed his neck then ghosted your lips over the pulse of his neck.

“That must have been terrifying, my love.” You embraced him, arms and legs wrapping around him, your fingers rubbing small circles to comfort him. “But I’m alright. I’m safe. Always will be.”

“I know…” He buried his face in your neck, smelling your rose-scented hair.

“I worry about you, too,” you mumbled, trailing your fingers over his mustache. “Every time you go out there, I fear for your safety.”

He gazed at you, his eyes misty, vulnerable. “I promise, no matter what happens, I’ll always come back to you. No mission, no enemy will keep me from you.”

“And I’ll always be here, waiting for you,” you kissed him, smiling. “We’ll face these fears together. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he hummed while readjusting himself, lining up against you. In a swift move, he thrust up, his hard cock surging inside you. Pleasure reawakening, you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“I want to be everywhere.“ Cupping your pert round ass, he sat straight and bucked his hips up. “I want you, every single inch of you.”

You embraced him and rubbed against him. “You’re inside my heart, August. You’re everywhere.”

He kissed you, possessing you. His lips were demanding, brushing against yours, tongue claiming your taste.

This time, he gave you a fast and insatiable rhythm.

“Yes! Yes!” You blubbered as you rode him, your clit rubbing perfectly against him. He fucked you so good and you tightened around him, sweet bliss flowing through you just in time with his release. You shouted his name, not caring about the volume or your desperate moans.  

“That’s. My. Good. Girl,” he panted emphasizing each word with each pump of his seed inside you. “My anchor. My reason for everything.”

I do enjoy this opening of seeing Ethan‘s dreams, which is something that I don’t know if we’ve seen this before, where we get to see his innermost fears

Adore Benji and Ethan and Luther’s banter at the beginning here

And of course, seeing Ethan’s smitten, delighted grin at Benji’s fretting is the thing that put me on the benthan train. I remember sitting in the theater, having not seen four or five, watching Ethan do that and thinking “ooooooh, he loves him.”

I really do love how they’ve set up here that Ethan cares so much about people in his life. We’ve seen so far that he worries about Julia and that he ruined her life. He quite clearly has a very comfortable relationship with Benji where they can joke and laugh, and with Luther, we see that Ethan refused to escape when he could have to spare his life.

This is such a great fake out too, because in the theater I had no idea that this was a set up, even though this is a trick that they did in the very first mission impossible film.

I love the bet between Luther and Benji 😆 I guess it means Benji put his money on Ethan and Luther bet against?

Erica Sloan is piiiiiiiiiissed

“Your mission if you choose to accept it, isn’t that the thing?” 😬 heeeeey now, don’t make fun of them.

there’s a lot of testosterone coming off of Walker. Like, there is no need for him to pull Ethan‘s oxygen so he can jump off the plane ahead of him.

Man, walker really did call down the thunder, though. I feel like that’s on him.

Also, I cannot believe this stunt and how many times Tom had to jump out of a freaking plane to get this on film (Tom and the camera person and Walker’s stunt double)

This bathroom fight is so good. And I love the humor of this gay ménage à trois that the French men think they’re having. The chorus of la vie en rose—hilarious.

Yay, Ilsa!

“I don’t understand what i’m involved in?… What am i involved in?” LOL

Low blow Ilsa, don’t lay that on Ethan. It’s not his fault you decided you couldn’t quit.

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but I love Vanessa Kirby, especially as white widow. She really tried to incorporate some of Vanessa Redgrave’s aka Max’s mannerisms into her portrayal of her daughter.

Tom looks v handsome in this scene.

Gosh, the things running through Ethan‘s head when he learns he has to extract Lane— how the hell is he gonna explain this to Benji?

The PTSD flashbacks Benji must’ve had when he found out!

There is some gorgeous light happening here with Sloan and Walker at the Trocadero.

Walker is excellent right here. He’s taking Sloan’s dislike of Ethan and twisting it to protect himself. Top level villain stuff.

Tom is looking so good in this movie. I love his motorcycle outfit.

Sean Harris is such a good sport because I know he disliked being in these movies and he came back in what couldn’t have been an easy shoot because he’s tied up for most of this movie.

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it” that is a true Ethan Hunt fly by the seat of your pants attitude

LOL, all Zola’s men just tumbled out of the truck like dominoes.

when I think about how Benji had to really put any personal feelings aside to save Lane— I wish we could have those scenes where we see Benji before when Ethan tells him, and after he’s been with Lane

I specifically found this alley when I went to France! So I could say, I stood where Tom Cruise stood! (I stood where Tom Cruise stood!)

When Ethan hits that car and tumbles over, it makes my heart stop every time. I can’t even believe Tom did this with no helmet.

“Get in, loser. we’re going shopping” that’s what I’m thinking when Luther and Benji pick him up in the boat.

This was so hard for me in the theater because you don’t usually see Ethan kill people in cold blood, but he just shot four people to save this one woman from getting killed. I mean, even Benji jumped when he did that. Now I know Ethan’s killed lots of people, but for some reason, this just really stood out to me because he shot them before they attacked.

Poor Walker, nobody gives a shit about him. He keeps introducing himself, and everyone is completely unimpressed. 😆 (I mean not poor Walker. He’s a shithead, but still, you know what I mean.)

Benji snark 😆

Lane has like one minute to pontificate and he is not wasting it.

Ethan really CAN sleep anywhere, I honestly don’t know how he could fall asleep with both Lane and Walker right there.

Luther‘s gesture between himself and Benji to answer his question, “Why do I have to be Lane?” is perfect.

Benji is a gem “In all fairness, we all lost them” ❤️

Love how they double cross Walker

“I never had a doubt,” big smile ❤️❤️❤️

Well, this escalated quickly.

If you look closely, I think you can tell Tom is injured when they’re shooting some of these scenes.

I always hated that they killed Hunley.

I love that Luther tagged Ethan cause he just fucking knows that Ethan is a slippery SOB

Ethan’s has to be raised a Midwesterner, he’s so polite!

I don’t know how Tom ran on his broken ankle. I think he’s the one that thinks that it’s only pain. It is a wonder that he didn’t do permanent damage to himself.

Yeah, Ethan and Benji have old married couple energy.

Is this movie suggesting that Ethan has prophetic visions?

Seriously, this movie is making it seem like Ilsa is the other love of his life. I mean, I kind of understand why Ilsa/Ethan fans are upset. There is just as much evidence for Ilsa/Ethan as there is for Benji/Ethan.

Unless… I put my slash goggles on and Luther is trying to pave a clear way for Benji, trying to get Ilsa out of the picture without betraying Benji’s confidence.

Yay! Julia! I love her.

Ethan is truly flabbergasted to see her.

I love how Ethan made himself a doctor real quick in front of Julia’s new husband.

“Don’t worry about old Luther” 😆

I guess Lane‘s plan was to die with them all. He really has a one track mind.

Team Benji and Ilsa!

I love Julia. She’s so brave.

Benji is freaking out because he knows how much Ethan would hate Julia being involved.

Ethan just be shooting all kinds of people in this movie.

I love this shot of chaos happening in helicopter that Ethan’s in and then Walker is just sitting in his helicopter, minding his own business with no idea what’s happening behind him.

I do love Ethan‘s efficient problem-solving capabilities. Let’s get rid of this payload and take out the helicopter at the same time.

“That’s right. Prick.” ❤️

Ethan talking to himself as he’s flying the helicopter is just delighting me to no end because I do the same thing when i’m by myself trying to figure something out.

Lane is truly terrifying.

Save Benji, save Benji, SAVE BENJI

Crashing his helicopter into another helicopter and surviving is Ethan’s crazy luck once again

This is like the worst ride in Disneyland— helicopter crash Mountain

Peak stress! Get that fucking detonator, Ethan!

Oooof, hook head

Cool cool cool cool. now Ethan just has a free Solo up the side of the mountain and get the detonator, in like 1 minute

“My man.” Luther unyielding faith in Ethan. ❤️

Ethan must been just running on fumes if he was blacking out has to wake up in the hospital tent

Oh, Ethan’s trauma is coming up, his guilt, He’s ready to cry and Julia is here to tell him that she has a good life and she’s grateful to know him. She’s so kind to him, when she could very justifiably, hold him responsible for a lot of the trauma she’s faced. I love her.

“Please don’t make me laugh.” 😆

I think this is my favorite mission impossible. I have personal reasons for holding this one so close to my heart, but I really feel like everyone is firing on all cylinders in this film.

we get some Benthan moments, but not a lot. I like that we see Ethan reassuring Benji and trying to be there for him throughout this film and we can see that they have a camaraderie and very familiar back-and-forth. I expect that Benji‘s experience with Lane in RN was traumatic and now he has to dive right back into it all over again.

I hope Benji and Ethan had a talk about it later, after they both have healed.

This film was very much closing the chapter on Julia and opening up Ethan’s love life again for presumably Ilsa but definitely someone who’s already in the spy life, which with my slash goggles on, on means Benji.