NAYTH

  Letting go of Ryst, I stopped her from kissing me, “There are security cameras up here, so let’s go to your apartment.” I’d had enough of this rooftop, and I had plans. My last plan had been stupid, obviously, but I’d get it right the next time I asked her to marry me.

  “My apartment? What am I, a concubine? Do you have a harem here in this giant palace, Minister Carmidee?” She laughed that laugh I couldn’t get enough of— just loving her own jokes.

  “A harem of one, who I apparently have to woo. So she gets her own apartment, and can come into mine as much as she wants. But has her own space if she needs to work while she’s away from her home sphere. Do you have to do anything today, Methela? I have a late afternoon meeting, but I’m thinking about canceling it.”

  “No, don’t. I have a client session at 4:30, so we both might as well get some work done. I haven’t rearranged my schedule at all— yet.”

  “Alright.” Back in the elevator, the doors opened into the main floor hallway of my villa.

  “This is my section of LaGrange. It’s basically a hallway—“

  “No, no, it isn’t! It’s artistic, the way there’s a garden and these windows between every suite. Are these all apartments?”

  “These two are conference rooms, which you are welcome to use if you’d like. The others are guest suites, and the glass can all be tinted to let in light or to darken them at night or if you don’t want someone to see into your suite from the gardens. There are staff about during the day, but at night there’s no one out there. There’s security cameras pretty much everywhere outdoors too, but the cameras don’t see into the apartments, okay?”

  She nodded, so I continued, “Ryst Nova, full access,” and pressed my thumb to the pad on her apartment’s door.

  I nodded towards it, and she placed her thumb against it, “Accepted.” The autoinstruct went through a series of phrases with her, and the glass door slid open.

  “Command: Panel one outline commands,” I instructed. A series of phrases appeared on the first glass panel on our left as we walked into the suite.

  “That’s the basics. The two important ones for now are the window tinting. ‘Command: full transparency’ is what you see now. ‘Command: full opacity.’” Every glass surface turned black.

  “Mmmmm, mood lighting,” Ryst grinned.

  It was time for that skirt to come off. I pulled her against me, and backed her up against the now closed door. I kissed her gently, but deeply, pushing against her. She moaned into my mouth, and I hitched up her skirt. My hands paused on bare skin—“The skirt, too, Ryst?”

  RYST

  “I hate underwear as much as I hate celibacy,” I declared. “Don’t stop, Nayth.” I pulled at his pants, and managed to get the buttons undone all by myself. My mango seed butter was in his hand, so I took it and smoothed it over him.

  Groaning, Nayth paused a second, “We don’t need condoms?” I shook my head, and pulled his mouth back to mine. He kissed me deeply, deeply, but not roughly. His powerful body pushed me against the door, but it was still contained. He was like a hurricane that was swirling deep inside of itself. All that power focused on me.

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  He scooped my backside into his hands and lifted me, sliding into me where I needed him most. It was power and strength, but it was still contained. It didn’t matter, I broke anyway. As I shuddered, he groaned in relief, and I felt something warm— finally, finally, finally!

  But it wasn’t just cum. It was a glow. I couldn’t see. Was I going off into space again? There was silver light filling my brain, and golden glowing warmth filling my pelvis. “Mmmmmm. Mmmmm. Nayth. Nayth. I gasped.”

  “Methela. Methela. My darling. My love. My heart. Oh Ryst. So good. Oh, my darling.”

  Then we were moving. I still couldn’t see. I was being lowered gently onto something soft, and I heard cloth. I blinked and blinked, and my vision cleared in time to see Nayth lying next to me, pulling me on top of him. I started wriggling out of my jacket.

  “Zipper, left side, again?” he asked.

  I shook my head, “This one’s in the back.”

  “I can get that one too.” My bandeau was off, and there was nothing between us. Not even a condom. I think I drifted, but I didn't stop squirming. My flower was very happy to have a naked Nayth Carmidee to snuggle against. I never wanted to be away from him again.

  I kissed his neck. Such soft, delicious skin. All mine. I kept wriggling my pelvis all over him, even though he was still recovering.

  “Do you want me to take care of that some more?” he asked.

  “Are you taunting me?”

  “It can be a taunt and a promise at the same time,” he said as he kissed my neck and traced his right thumb down the outside of my left breast, and down my hip, and back up. I was breathless. How could I be breathless again already? Wasn’t I tired?

  Nayth turned me over onto my back and took my right nipple in his mouth as his right thumb kept tracing my body. Over to my belly button, in slow circles. Then slowly down, down. His mouth followed his thumb, and the thumb went lower down my thigh.

  I gasped when his lips closed over me, and his thumb slid inside. “Harder, Nayth. You’ve got to do it harder. Please, hard. Really hard.” Why did I have to tell him? Why couldn’t I show him in his mind? Why was his mind closed to me? I forgot to think about that.

  Then I felt his cock hard on my calf, and I didn’t want his thumb or his mouth.

  “Stop this and fuck me, Nayth Carimidee!”

  When he came over me, his face was so lost there were no words to describe it. He closed his eyes, above me, and sank into me, his hands holding my hips. I kept my eyes open and watched him. All that power, filling me. Slowly.

  He was being too slow, and I wanted him to speed up. But he was savoring every second. I just watched all that beauty, all that male power sliding into me over and over, slowly. Watching him, I wanted to hold on, but I couldn’t stop it. The wave crested and broke.

  I realized my eyes were closed, and I’d stopped watching him. Nayth was completely still. I stopped moving and opened my eyes. He was still above me, hands on my hips, breathing deeply and slowly, every muscle taught. He was still and hard inside me.

  “Tell me when you’re ready, Ryst,” he whispered.

  Why was he whispering? Why didn’t he know what my body needed and wanted? I would come again if he’d just move. Why should I have to tell him? He should know this. I had no curtain around my mind or feelings. I should be an open book to him right now. A little pang went through my heart, but I refused to be sad.

  I pushed him off of me, and his eyes flew open, shocked. I pushed him down onto his back. He was chaining something. Something he was holding back from me. I straddled him, and put my hands on his cheeks.

  “You listen to me, Nayth Carmidee, I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to fuck you hard. Enjoy this.”

  And I slammed down onto his cock while his face was still surprised. Something was chained within him, and I meant to break it out.

  I forgot to look at his face, but I didn’t have to. I couldn’t hear his thoughts, but I could hear the grunts. That’s right, lover, grunt for me. I will unchain you!

  We came crashing down together, and it was good. But it still wasn’t as good as I knew it could be.

  My Ahtah was holding back from me, and that had to stop. Slowly, our breaths stilled. I drifted.

  Dream Journal

  A long corridor lined with doorways. Round. Arched. Rectangular. Not the door I wanted. Nowhere was the door I wanted. I reached the end of the hallway. It was a door. It wasn’t the door I wanted. I put my hand on the wall next to it— a cream-colored plain wall. My hand touched the wall, and the wall shifted.

  A doorway grew out of it— arched and lined with old stones. I peered into blackness and fell—