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And he took it all.
He pinched my nipples as I slammed him over and over again.
I screamed as I carved out another orgasm for myself.
But that wasn’t the goal.
It was to give him the release he deserved.
He put his hands on my hips and thrust me harder, deeper on him. We developed an unflinching rhythm.
Finally, I felt him tighten. His hips drew together and he brought me down harder. I took him over the edge. He came hard and powerfully inside me, filling me up.
I pressed my lips to his.
A few final thrusts, and he was done.
We panted for breath, each of us recovering.
The way he looked at me was full of longing, the heat, for the moment, dissipating.
But it would be back.
And there was one thing that neither of us could deny.
There was nothing fake about this relationship.
6
DYREL
The shuttlecraft flew on autopilot the whole way home. Neither of us had to be behind the wheel. We were in no rush, so there was no need to use the illegal chip that allowed me to bypass traffic.
We lay in the back, legs and arms entwined in our lovers’ embrace. We made love the entire way, only pausing when we were too exhausted to move and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I had no idea she was so energetic, so passionate. That was the biggest difference between her and my previous lovers. In the past, I was usually drunk or firmly on my way toward it. But with Vicky, I was sober, my senses full of her.
We got home in the early hours of the morning. We headed upstairs and immediately fell into my master bed. We slept through until sunlight pried our eyes open.
“I have a question for you,” Vicky said.
“Here comes trouble,” I said.
“Deep underneath this bravado, you’re secretly the son your mom always wanted. Why not let yourself be that guy? You don’t need to party or drink. You’re great the way you are.”
I shook my head with incredulity.
“Who are you back home?” I said. “I mean, really. Are you able to read people’s minds? I’ve never known someone to be so perceptive. Except maybe for my mom.”
“I’m a regular girl from Oklahoma.”
“Oklahoma? I thought you were from New York?”
She frowned at me.
“Now who’s the mind reader?” she said.
“I read your report before we first met,” I said. “Most of the sections were blank. But there was one hastily scribbled note that I found very informative.”
