Data…

She begged me, begged God, and pleaded for all and nothing both at once, and I felt a savage grin curl my lips. I gave her over-sensitive clit a break and watched her try to writhe. It was hard keeping her pinned down but worth the effort as I teased her pussy into making her sing for me with my index and middle finger. She panted and gasped and watching the silver barbells in her nipples catch and spark what light was in the room was seriously an erotic treat.

I was hard to the point of pain and made swift work of pushing my pants out of the way when she’d come down enough to hold still on her own. I climbed up onto the bed, kicking my jeans off the rest of the way and put myself between her trembling legs. She reached for me, and I loved that she wasn’t shy about tasting herself on my lips. That she wanted to kiss me after I went down on her. Some women were weird about that, and I could respect it, but Mali’s reactions… damn, it was like they were tailor-made for me. Everything she did, every look, movement, touch, glance… all of her just turned me on so hard.

She was my teenage wet dream, my every fantasy made flesh, and I loved her so wholly I would do everything to satisfy her, to make her feel so good, so loved, so protected and safe she could put down the roots that I knew she craved.

For now, though, I had to satisfy a craving of my own because my blood was screaming through my veins demanding a satisfaction of its own. She was my perfect drug, my addiction, and my only cure for the deep sense of aching loss I had been living with, without her here. I slipped inside her, and she was so wet, so ready, that at first I barely felt myself go in. That didn’t last long, though. She clenched around me and I drove deeper, but it wasn’t deep enough. It would never quite be enough for either of us.

I brought her legs up, leaning them against me, hugging them to me, and pressed into her, gauging her expression to make sure it wasn’t too much. She pressed her hands against the headboard and her body down onto mine even tighter. A green light if I had ever seen one. I grunted as she tightened even harder around me and bowed my head, closing my eyes, concentrating on the warm, snug, feel of her around me as I tried like hell not to come from it. I didn’t want to come too soon, I wanted to relish these moments, draw them out as long as possible. The euphoria she caused to swirl through my body was like the elixir of life itself, my own personal fountain of youth, and greedy bastard that I was, I wanted it all. To take every drop of what she was willing to give me.

She panted and moaned beneath me and I could tell she was close, and I wanted it. I wanted her to come around my cock and I wanted to disperse out into the ether right along with her. I was desperate to take her there and would do anything she asked. She gripped the sheets at her hips and closed her eyes, a look of concentration and pure, seductive surrender flickering across her features before she arched and pure, unadulterated bliss took over the both of us. I let go, balls tightening, spine tingling as I lost focus and everything just fell away.

I came back to myself slowly, lying over the top of Mali, cradling her protectively. Our chests heaved into one another as our panting breaths sawed their way in and out of them and when our eyes met, there were stars in them. We laughed, moved, and filled with joy and groaning, I pushed myself up. My legs trembled with the exertion and my abs screamed a little, but the work-out I’d given them was so worth it.

“We need to remember condoms,” she said with a face.

“Shit, I am so sorry!”

“Don’t be, I didn’t stop you,” she pointed out. “I’m on the implant, it’s just not 100% and I just have no desire…” She trailed off, made a face, and I laughed.

“I know, and you’re right. We should be more careful. It’s your body,” I said leaning forward and kissing her throat. “Your beautiful,” kiss, “sexy,” kiss, “alluring –“ I kissed her again, each kiss in a different spot but she stopped my compliments with an exasperated sound.

“all right! I get it, I get it!” I intentionally kissed her most ticklish spot on her ribs in punishment for stopping me and she jerked in my grasp, laughing. I nipped her there for good measure and rolled her onto her back and started the whole process of making love to her all over again.

* * *

Later that night, I slipped out of the room leaving Mali sleeping the sleep of the sated and exhausted. I used the bathroom and came back out, nearly running into Dragon.

“Woah, hey!” he grunted and I put up my hands, just as startled as he was.

“Sorry, man.”

“No worries,” he said and with no further segue asked, “How are things doin’? Better?”

“Ah, yeah,” I nodded casting a furtive look in the direction of my club room door which was open a crack.

“Don’t sound like it,” he observed.

“No, no, things are good!”

“Right now,” he said dryly. He cleared his throat and said, “You don’t mind me sayin’, seems to me you need to remind her why she wanted to come back here in the first place. That there’s a life here, for the both of you. May not be the same, because let’s face it… nothing ever can be, but a life, a good one. An end back at the beginning.”

I stared Dragon in the face and let his profound words of wisdom wash over me. Gooseflesh broke out over my skin; there were times in your life you encountered such power in words that you got the chills, and suddenly everything clicked into place for you. I swallowed hard and nodded slowly, a plan forming in my head.

“Thanks, D.”

“You got it; what’re brothers for?” he asked.

He ducked into the bathroom I’d just come out of and shut the door. I stood in the hall for long minutes and stared at my door. Chewing my lip, I committed to what I wanted to do, a new kind of excitement rising in me. It was a perfect plan…