between her legs and into her heated darkness. All she could think of was how well he fit, how wonderfully he filled her and how she could orgasm right this second if he kept up that slow penetration he’d begun.
He didn’t. “Fuck, woman. This is extraordinary.”
She nodded. “Yeah.” Shifting her hips fractionally, she wanted to smile at their simultaneous moans but was afraid she’d come if she did. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Likewise.” He shuddered as she reflexively gripped him. “Lord above. Do that again.”
“I can’t or I’m gonna come.” Her nails were digging into his butt, adding to his movement by urging him into the perfect rhythm.
“Then come. I can’t hold it much longer.”
Neither, it turned out, could she. With a deep breath, she arched into his thrusts, biting down on the whimpers erupting deep in her throat. Two—three more pounding movements and she was there, exploding on a scream, shaking around him, clamping around his cock and milking it as he too groaned loudly and began pumping into her body, a syncopated release that fed her orgasm even more.
They rode together, a jumbled pile of trembling flesh, heated skin and fevered breaths—and they collapsed together, sated, exhausted and limp from the maelstrom. After a few moments, Johann awkwardly detached himself. “You’re something else, you know?” He kissed her.
“Back at you.” She touched his face. “But I get the feeling you’re about to leave.”
“Yeah. I still have things to do and I want to get some sleep if I can. I have my first facilitation tomorrow. I want to be fresh for it.”
“I understand.” She sighed and drew the cover up over herself. “Do you need me to see you out?”
He smiled. “No, I can find my way. I’ll meet you in the morning for coffee in that rec-room place. 0800 hours.” He picked up his clothes and slipped them on, then leaned over and kissed her. “We’ll do this again you know. Sweet dreams.”
She grinned. “You too.”
She heard the door to her apartment close and click itself secure. After that there was no sound but the hum of her environmental systems and the steady beat of her heart. Her body was pleasantly tired, her limbs heavy with the lassitude that followed really great sex. Her mind was wandering in circles, wondering how the hell she’d just ended up in bed with a dream character.
And for good measure, she also wondered how the hell he’d ended up at Eternal Tranquility. From there she moved on to the Shanxi Corporation and what their interest could be in ET. Why would a major financial power be interested in the processes of facilitation?
All she could come up with was the enormously lucrative potential of the patents on any or all of the large variety of equipment used during neural interface. Although nothing was possible without the interaction of a human facilitator, it was also true that no human facilitator could have accomplished anything without the technology.
It had to be about the money. It was Martine’s experience that pretty much everything was about the money.
On that depressing thought, she fell asleep.
And to her delight, John was waiting for her in that other reality they shared.
“Hello, beautiful.”
“Hi, handsome.”
They smiled at each other, slow intimate smiles—the type exchanged by lovers who have bared skin, shared sex and moved past the fucking stage to the involved stage. “I missed you.” John held out his hand.
She took it. “I missed you too.” Looking around, she tilted her head in query. “Where are we?”
“As far away from the world as I can get.” He tugged her to a fallen log and they sat next to each other.
Martine stared out at the vista in front of her. It was a mountain scene, and they were high on the side of a hill. High enough to see out across several valleys, a river and all the way to more tall mountains lining the horizon with vague blue shadows. Lush, painted in all the
He didn’t. “Fuck, woman. This is extraordinary.”
She nodded. “Yeah.” Shifting her hips fractionally, she wanted to smile at their simultaneous moans but was afraid she’d come if she did. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Likewise.” He shuddered as she reflexively gripped him. “Lord above. Do that again.”
“I can’t or I’m gonna come.” Her nails were digging into his butt, adding to his movement by urging him into the perfect rhythm.
“Then come. I can’t hold it much longer.”
Neither, it turned out, could she. With a deep breath, she arched into his thrusts, biting down on the whimpers erupting deep in her throat. Two—three more pounding movements and she was there, exploding on a scream, shaking around him, clamping around his cock and milking it as he too groaned loudly and began pumping into her body, a syncopated release that fed her orgasm even more.
They rode together, a jumbled pile of trembling flesh, heated skin and fevered breaths—and they collapsed together, sated, exhausted and limp from the maelstrom. After a few moments, Johann awkwardly detached himself. “You’re something else, you know?” He kissed her.
“Back at you.” She touched his face. “But I get the feeling you’re about to leave.”
“Yeah. I still have things to do and I want to get some sleep if I can. I have my first facilitation tomorrow. I want to be fresh for it.”
“I understand.” She sighed and drew the cover up over herself. “Do you need me to see you out?”
He smiled. “No, I can find my way. I’ll meet you in the morning for coffee in that rec-room place. 0800 hours.” He picked up his clothes and slipped them on, then leaned over and kissed her. “We’ll do this again you know. Sweet dreams.”
She grinned. “You too.”
She heard the door to her apartment close and click itself secure. After that there was no sound but the hum of her environmental systems and the steady beat of her heart. Her body was pleasantly tired, her limbs heavy with the lassitude that followed really great sex. Her mind was wandering in circles, wondering how the hell she’d just ended up in bed with a dream character.
And for good measure, she also wondered how the hell he’d ended up at Eternal Tranquility. From there she moved on to the Shanxi Corporation and what their interest could be in ET. Why would a major financial power be interested in the processes of facilitation?
All she could come up with was the enormously lucrative potential of the patents on any or all of the large variety of equipment used during neural interface. Although nothing was possible without the interaction of a human facilitator, it was also true that no human facilitator could have accomplished anything without the technology.
It had to be about the money. It was Martine’s experience that pretty much everything was about the money.
On that depressing thought, she fell asleep.
And to her delight, John was waiting for her in that other reality they shared.
“Hello, beautiful.”
“Hi, handsome.”
They smiled at each other, slow intimate smiles—the type exchanged by lovers who have bared skin, shared sex and moved past the fucking stage to the involved stage. “I missed you.” John held out his hand.
She took it. “I missed you too.” Looking around, she tilted her head in query. “Where are we?”
“As far away from the world as I can get.” He tugged her to a fallen log and they sat next to each other.
Martine stared out at the vista in front of her. It was a mountain scene, and they were high on the side of a hill. High enough to see out across several valleys, a river and all the way to more tall mountains lining the horizon with vague blue shadows. Lush, painted in all the
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