I slowly turned us to the side while I pushed a leg against her crotch, and Davie gripped my leg with hers when she felt this new pressure. I followed the path of her own hand down her pants. She was wet, two fingers already inside and moving. Mine joined hers, and she pressed against my leg and moaned as we spread her apart.
I pushed her on her back and used my free hand to unbutton her jeans, then yanked them and her panties over her hips and down her legs. Now, with more room to maneuver, I twinned my longer fingers to hers and we pushed and pulled in smooth, hard thrusts.
“Josh…” She was still working me with her free hand, but her strokes were becoming frantic as her body moved past the need for foreplay. “Now.”
“Condoms?” I asked.
“Bedside table. Top drawer.”
I reached behind me and pulled the drawer open. I found an overlarge vibrator and a few other toys before locating a flimsy paper box. A twelve-pack, still sealed. I looked at Davie, who shrugged.
“It’s been a while,” she said.
“How long,” I asked as I gave her clit a strong rub with my thumb.
She closed her eyes and gasped, then said, “Before I moved to Washington.”
“Oh, honey!” I whispered against her neck. “I was right upstairs!”
“Live and learn,” Davie said as she ground down, hard, against my hand. I pulled my two fingers forward and apart, and she gasped again as I stretched her open. Her fingernails tore at my back. “Okay, okay,” she said, and tried to push off of my left hand. “Get it on. Hurry.”
I slowly withdrew my hand, then rubbed my cock against her.
She grabbed my shoulders, a no-nonsense set to her eyes. “Condom,” she insisted.
I took one of her hands and guided it down so she could check for herself.
“How… when?!?”
I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her long and hard. “Honey, fumbling with the equipment is seriously bush league,” I whispered around her mouth. “I went pro at this a long time ago.”
She was laughing at me as I entered her. She was tight, even after the fingerplay; each breath was carried down the muscles of her stomach and into mine… I rolled my head back and groaned.
“I thought you were a professional,” she smiled as she made a slow circle with her hips.
“I enjoy my work,” I said, and we started moving together.
Sex is like the sea for me, always in motion, sometimes similar but never the same. I lowered myself to the carpet and closed my eyes as Davie rode me in deep, slow strokes. We drifted together for several long minutes, recovering, preparing. Her hair fell around me and I lost myself in its scent and the waves of heat coming from where she had placed her hands on my chest, her legs holding my thighs to hers, where we had joined ourselves together… When I opened my eyes, I saw how the light coming under her bedroom door lit one side of her face, and that she was beautiful.
Davie had closed her eyes too, and opened them when she felt me looking up at her.
I picked up one of her hands and kissed it. “Ready?” I asked.
She nodded.
There’s a trick all men can do but rarely bother to learn, which is a real shame because the effort to learn it is paid out a hundredfold. Kegel exercises are not just for women. In my opinion, a well-conditioned set of perineal muscles is mandatory for any man who’s serious about his sex life. Because, well…
I flexed inside of her, and Davie nearly screamed.
I hit her with three more quick bursts, and this time she did.
She dug her fingernails into my shoulders as she growled: “What the fuck was that?”
“What, this?”
She moaned and writhed.
I kept the pressure steady within her as I came up on my knees, then stood. Davie wrapped her legs around my waist and we formed a Y, my hands low on her hips to steady her.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “Too much…”
“Not yet,” I said. Standing, I began to thrust. I had little leverage in this position, but it did allow me a lot of force. She liked it rough; I made sure that’s what she got. Pounding into her, harder and harder, until she came before she realized it.
“Oh.” Davie said as she slumped against me. “Oh, holy shit, Josh. I needed that.”
I kissed her lips, her neck, her breasts… She trembled with the aftershocks as I walked us both to her bed and laid her down beneath me, then slowly slid out of her.
“You didn’t come,” she said, touching my face.
“We’re not done,” I said as I peeled off the condom. I replaced it with a fresh one before lying down beside her.
“I feel done,” she smiled lazily.
“Really?” I ran three light fingers over her breasts. She shivered as my hand traveled down between her legs and began to play. “Are you sure?”
“Well…” Davie’s breath hitched as my fingers slid inside. “Now that I think about it…”
“Maybe I should check.”
“Maybe you should. Just to be—” she paused and shut her eyes as I found a good spot. “Just to be sure.”
I removed my fingers and pulled her waist to mine, then pushed myself back inside of her. It was easier this time; she was a little more open, a little more ready. Which was good, since what I had planned might not have worked if she wasn’t. We curled together in a sidewise missionary as she regained her rhythm, trading little quips while we built up speed. When talking became difficult, I looped her right leg over my shoulder and pulled her to the edge of the bed so I had both feet on the floor.
Here was my leverage: there’s no better position for penetration. I started shallow, circling back and forth, staying at the edges. And then, when I was sure she was ready, I drove deep.
Davie gripped the sheets and yelled.
I kept on driving, pacing myself to respond to Davie’s changing mood. The second orgasm was the big one, but it was sometimes hard to find. I pressed down on her leg and went deeper, each stroke slightly faster than the one before.
She very nearly broke me. Towards the end, we were both shouting, with the headboard slamming against the wall like we were keeping time on a drum. I was past ready myself, pushing on through sheer force of will, when she finally arched her back and clenched down on me. That was it, that was all I could take, and I let myself go.
It was over in a moment, it lasted forever, and we went on, and on, and on.
SEVEN
I pulled out and collapsed beside her.
Davie was rubbing her ears. “I think I’m having a heart attack,” she said. “I’m serious, Josh. I can’t hear anything except my heart pounding.”
“No, that’s applause,” I said as I kissed her on her calf. “Be right back.”
I opened the door and poked my upper body out of it so I could wave to the appreciative crowd. “Thank you, thank you,” I told them. “We’ll be here all night!”
I shut the door, then reopened it. “I mean that,” I added. “So y’all better start up your own funny business, or the noises coming out of here are just going to get awkward.”
I went back to the bed. Davie was laughing into a pillow.
“Oh God, I’m ruined” she said, mostly kidding. “I’ll never live this down.”
“Shhh,” I hushed her and pulled her into my lap. “You’re fine. It’s a well-known fact that I’m a terrible influence on innocent women.”
“You’re also sticky.”
“That is entirely your fault. I made sure all of my sticky was properly bagged.”
“Yes, you did. I’m still taking a shower.”
Out of habit, I reached out through my implant to The Lexington’s digital controls. I flipped on the bathroom lights and got the shower going.
She practically leapt away from me.
“Hey,” I said, and held out a hand to her. “Hey, Davie, it’s just me.”
Davie shook herself. “I know,” she said, and took my hand. I drew her back to me. “I know.
It’s… It caught me off-guard.”
“I should have asked first,” I said. “This is your house. It feels like mine, so I didn’t think. I’m sorry.”
“Feels like yours?” Davie stood and walked towards the bathroom. I waited to see if she wanted me to follow her. When she turned to wait for me, I went after her.
“It’s complicated,” I said. “You know that old question? How do you describe the color blue to a blind man? Anything I say won’t describe the true experience.”
Davie stepped into her shower. This was the first time I had seen her naked in the light. She was tall, with full breasts and lean curves. Her hair curled down and past her shoulders, its dark auburn color matching her thick but tidy Brazilian strip. I watched as the water soaked her, and lust reared its head once again.
Down, boy, I told myself. Don’t scare the poor woman on the first date.
“Try me,” she said.
It took me a moment to remember what we had been talking about. I joined her in her shower. Her bathroom had the same layout as mine, with a huge walk-in shower and a separate tub in the corner. I took the soap from its shelf and started to lather up her back.
“Okay, bear with me here,” I said as I worked my way up and down her body. “All technology has a different resonance. Well, it’s not really a resonance,” I clarified, “because it’s not really a sound or a frequency. I could use the word ‘scent’ or ‘taste’ instead, and it would be as accurate. Since your place and mine are on the same circuits here at The Lexington, they have an identical resonance. There are some differences—we have different brands of televisions, for example—but otherwise they feel the same.”
I had reached her feet, and she sat down and put a long leg into my hand. I took the hint, sat down in front of her, and started rubbing. I was facing her and the view was amazing.
“All similar? Like chain restaurants?”
“No, more like… hm. Leaves on the same branch. They’re part of the same whole.”
“Ah.” Davie thought for a moment. “Strange.”
“What?”
“You. Comparing what you can do to nature.”
“Not really,” I shrugged. “Technology’s as much a part of our daily lives as the natural world. Probably more so, when you think about it. Drop me in the middle of the woods, and I’d get eaten by a bear. Drop me in the middle of a city, and I’d have myself an excellent night.”
“But that doesn’t mean a city is of nature,” she shrugged, causing her breasts to do the most delightful things. “Familiarity and comfort aren’t qualifiers of nature. In fact, I’d argue that comfort is the opposite of nature. Our ancestors didn’t invent cities because they were happy getting eaten by bears.”
I stopped rubbing her foot and started to massage my way up her leg. “You’re arguing my point. What does that mean nature mean to us, now? The human race, I mean. We’re of two worlds, now, and the one we live in is the one we’ve made for ourselves.
“Here,” I took her hand and helped her find the scar on the top of my head. She ran her fingers across the thin white line hidden by my hair. “This seems like such a big deal, but it’s not. The implant didn’t change the fundamentals. It didn’t change whether I live in a cave or a condo, or where I shop for my groceries. I’m closer to the world we’ve made because of a little machine in my brain, but that didn’t take me any further away from nature.”
“I think you’re kidding yourself. Or you’re suffering from… What’s the opposite of delusions of grandeur?” Davie said, grinning. “Nature was here before us, and it’ll be here long after we’re gone. Humanity’s a blip on the geological radar. A million years from now and all of this…” she waved to her condo, the city beyond, “…will be gone, but the planet will still be ticking on.”
“That’s no reason to ignore where we are now,” I said. She stretched out her other leg. I exchanged the first foot for the second. “I matter. You matter. Your foot matters,” I told her with a hard rub. “This building and everything in it’ll be dust in a thousand years, but we’re here, now. If we ignore that, we might as well not exist.”
“There’s a big difference,” she said, “between knowing we’ve got value, and accepting that we aren’t the center of the universe.”
“Granted,” I said. “But my universe is relative and very, very small, so I appreciate being a part of it. Talking to machines takes some getting used to,” I admitted. “It’s literally another sense, and it’s one we didn’t evolve on our own so it takes a lot of trial and error to understand what we experience. But once you figure it out, it’s wonderful. Knowing what’s out there… It’s fantastic. Your life is changed on a massive scale.”
“Not to mention the nukes,” she said.
“God, everyone always brings up the nukes!” I tented my chin on top of her bent toes. “You know what’s scarier than a nuke? Smallpox.”
“But you can’t take control of a virus.”
“No, but the last remaining colonies of smallpox are kept under lock and key at research centers. Digital lock and key. I’m one of the only people alive who could charm my way past the guards, pop the locks, and walk out with the virus. But I won’t. Because that would be astonishingly harmful and stupid. Just like taking control of a nuclear bomb.”
Davie laughed softly and took her feet back, then turned around and slid up the tub into my lap. “Sorry,” she said.
She was pointedly ignoring my erection, so I decided to do the same. Davie stretched out the length of her shower and we let the water run over us.
“I’m getting cold. Turn it up a little,” she said.
I ran my hand down the inside of her thigh. Davie laughed and moved my hand up to her bare stomach. I sighed and pouted, then used my implant to nudge the water temperature up a few degrees. We lay like that for a few quiet minutes, and then she said: “Did you know Afghanistan has some of the richest rare earth mineral deposits around the world?”
“I’ve heard that.”
“It’s too unstable to start mining now,” she said as she wrapped my arms around her like a blanket. “But once things calm down, anyone who owns mineral rights in Afghanistan will be an instant billionaire. So would-be investors are trying to stake their claims to those rights before the digging can start.”
“I’ll bet some of those guys used to be in the Soviet military. And, if I remember correctly, a lot of former Soviet military went on to work as… ah… respectable gentlemen who just happen to know the best places to hide bodies.”
She nodded. “The Russians have an ownership mentality towards Afghanistan. They were there for decades, and they think that entitles them to control any profit that comes out of the country.”
“How do they feel about competition?”
“They don’t like it. They really don’t like American investors; they think we haven’t earned our claims.”
“Who’s after you, Davie?”
She didn’t answer for a few moments. “He’s made some veiled threats before, but I didn’t think he’d actually do anything. Viktor Kumarin. He’s remade himself in business, but he’s still got his mafia connections. My company’s in direct competition with his for a claim in Nuristan, and we’re winning.”
“Why target you? What’s your role at Friction Commodities?”
“I’m irreplaceable,” Davie said. “I’m the Middle East project manager, and I’ve got connections over there from my time with Doctors Without Borders. And don’t say ‘Really? A woman in the Middle East?’ or I shall bounce up and down.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
She chuckled, then sobered. “I explained all of this to the police,” she said softly. “They told me not to worry about it, that he wouldn’t try again now that I knew someone was after me. But they also said I need to be very, very careful over the next few weeks.”
“Mixed messages aren’t very reassuring.”
Davie nodded. “And I can’t help thinking tha
t if one of our other competitors found out that Kumarin took a shot at me and failed, they might be able to take care of his company and mine just by eliminating me. Everyone would blame Kumarin, but…”
“But that wouldn’t make you any less dead.”
She shivered. “I’m not really sure what to do.”
“First, your company needs to get you professional protection. You’ve spoken to your manager?”
“Yes. Right after it happened.” Davie twined her hands through mine. “He kept me on the phone for almost an hour, and then he sent Hemmingway over to see if I needed help.”
“Okay, he needs to put security on you. Police protection is limited. A private security company can do more, and just having a guard around you at all times will deter anyone from thinking you’re an easy target.”
“For how long? Until Kumarin gets bored and moves on to something else, or the rest of my life?”
I brushed her wet hair to one side and kissed her neck. “You know what I did before they turned me into a cyborg?”
“Porn, I assume.”
“Oh, funny lady. I was a Special Agent with the FBI. Death threats are actually pretty common. Here’s the thing; when someone tries to carry out a death threat and fails, the problem usually goes away. I can’t swear this is the case with the Russian mafia, but it’s likely that Kumarin won’t try again, especially if you make yourself a hard target until you close the deal.”
“Commodities rights can take forever to nail down. It’ll probably be a few years before that happens. I don’t want to turn my life over to a stranger for that long.”
“Move in with me,” I heard myself say. “If Kumarin’s even a semi-legitimate businessman, he’s scared to death of OACET. He knows I can transfer every cent he owns to Greenpeace on a whim.”
“Aw. You’re sweet,” Davie turned her body to snuggle tight against mine. “But no. That won’t be happening.
“Although I might be making a few late-night booty calls,” she added as she stroked my legs.
I told her I would take what I could get.
I meant it.
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