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“Nothing tastes as good as that pussy.”
“You want to feel it, Daddy?”
“Mmm … da …”
I pull my thong to the side and lower down on his cock. It slides right inside me, wet from my mouth. I’m so soaked it feels like I poured a bottle of baby oil over us both. There’s no roughness, no friction, only smooth, delicious pleasure.
It feels wrong and forbidden, like I could get caught any moment. Like I should make him wear a condom at least. But I’ll die if I don’t have his cock inside me, if I take it out for even a second.
He’s still wearing his shirt and jeans. My thong rubs against me. The barrier of our clothing only make his bare cock in my pussy all the more erotic. All my focus is on our naked flesh, him touching me in the places that count most.
However I met Adrik, in any time or place, in any universe, this is how it would end. We’re two elements that have to combine, we can’t be kept apart. Are we sodium chloride, or deuterium and tritium? Stable or explosive?
It doesn’t matter—we can’t keep our hands off each other, we never could. This is right and anything that comes between us is wrong.
I ride his cock with more than lust—with a sense of cosmic purpose.
I’m grinding to the music, my body automatically following the beat. Dancing on his cock. That’s how I know it takes exactly two lines for me to cum:
I’m nothing like a girlfriend …
I’m not like someone I’m supposed to be
My pussy clamps around his cock, my fingernails digging into his back.
“Adrik … Ohhh, Adrik …”
I’m cumming and cumming, warm and wet and melting all over his lap.
Adrik is cumming too, deep inside me, his hand on the small of my back. He lets out a garbled roar in which I think he says,Ya lyublyu tebya, ya take sil’no tebya lyublyu … I love you, I love you so much …
I’m flushed with every good chemical, the ones I dosed myself with, and the ones that occur naturally when people touch, when they whisper in each other’s ears, when they understand each other …
I murmur, “We’re gonna be so fucking rich.”
* * *
We lay in bed afterward,my head on Adrik’s chest, ear against his heart so I can hear it beating, deep and steady like a metronome.
I’m thinking how vivid the stripper fantasy became. That was a side effect I wasn’t expecting—I wonder if it will happen every time onMolniya, or if it was specific to what we were doing?
“I thought you said it was a party drug,” Adrik says. “Felt more like a sex drug to me.”
“Well, it would be different if we were at a club, obviously. It makes you want to do more of whatever you’re doing. So if you were dancing, you’d want to keep dancing. If you’re talking, you want to talk forever.”
“Are you sure about that? You might start an orgy by accident …”
“You think I should dial it back a little?”
“No,” Adrik says. “You’re the artist. I trust your judgment.”
My face is so hot with pleasure that I tuck my cheek against Adrik’s neck so he won’t notice. Nothing feels as good as his good opinion of me.
“That’s not a bad idea …” I murmur.
“What?”
“A sex drug. I could make other formulas …”
