Free Sons of the Crystal Mind (Diamond Roads Book 1) by Andrew Wallace Page B

us like wax into the floor. Now I’m naked against Harlan my skin feels one molecule thick. I rub my breasts against the coarse material of his jacket and the friction triggers crashing waves of pleasure. I begin to drop out of thought.
    I try to kiss every millimetre of his face and his rough moustache makes my lips raw. His hands are huge on my body and he grips my backside so hard I cry out but it’s good pain. I writhe with it and try to crush him with my thighs but ecstasy makes me weak. I grit my teeth and try again but each contact is a delectable ache. I make a funny yipping sound as my eyes begin to water. I forget to blink, to breathe.
    He wrenches me off and hurls me onto the bed. I bounce and roll over to look at him through my spread legs. He slowly takes off his jacket and deliberately doesn’t look at my sex, all beautiful and spread out for him. I snarl. I want his great white teeth to chomp me in half so I can taste the blood as it pours out.
    Instead he slowly removes one garment after another. As each one falls he takes a single step closer, his touch the lightness of proximity, air change, pressure. I can see my thighs shake; I will come again any moment but it won’t spend me. It’s as if I’ve never come properly before and all those sweet explosions have backed up and need to be released. Harlan slowly sits on the bed beside me. He reaches between my legs, slips two fingers in and…
    I’m blind again and scream inside my head. It’s like all the beautiful music at the club magnified in intensity by a thousand… soaring, soaring, the golden column, the light… then darkness for a while, a blank moment of total satisfaction.
    I rise as if through the Basis only this time it is Harlan’s arms that lift me, healed of a wound I never knew I had. He leans back against the headboard and holds me to him so I lie across his chest. He carefully, thoroughly and gently kisses me. I feel precious and unique as his hands stroke my face and plunge into my hair. His strength is so great and so generous it feels like my strength too.
    I feel steadier now as he lays me down. My hand finds him and he is hard and impressive. He lowers himself towards me and my mouth waters so much that some runs down my cheek. Generous though he is he enters me easily because I am ready and because I was made for him.
    Until now I didn’t know how to use my body. I was just a passenger in it, some tinny voice unrelated to the delightful, terrifying complexities that now overwhelm me.
    The Old World is suddenly much closer. I am formed of its oceans, land and sky like a living memory. Its madness makes sense to me now as l feel its colossal energy reach the final, cataclysmic-

 
     
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    Harlan lands his bike on the circular roof of a disc-shaped building. It is part of a complex formed by a loosely spread stack of similar constructs, wider near the floor and separated by slim columns. The complex is on the border between MidZone and the Outer Spheres, which are visible in the distance as a curious lack of structure.
    Harlan wears the same outfit he had on last night. I’m in a red and yellow jumpsuit, which is very easy to move in and follows my figure snugly without being ridiculous. The jumpsuit is made of smart material that cleans and recycles everything and has the added advantage of very lightweight hidden armour. I wear chunky boots made to walk long distances over smooth, unyielding diamond roads and my hair is slicked back into a tight, shiny braid. I run my palms back over it. It feels good.
    We get off the flybike and cross the roof, where the view is dominated by the neighbouring assembly. An inverted version of the complex we are on, it’s fixed to the huge chamber ceiling. The lowest circular level acts as a dock and three ships are attached to the side of it. One is a sleek dart, another a graceless rectangular transport and the third is cloaked with a holographic dragon. From time to time the dragon