for if you could go up there with a
procurement team?”
She
sighed out loud. “Wow. So many things.”
“Like
what? Tell me.”
“Well,
I suppose if I’m aiming as high as possible, I’d love something uniquely
Celtic. You know, like a shield or a dagger they used in battle, or some statue
or piece of pottery that was symbolic. Both sides of my family can trace their
roots back to the Celtic people, and at one time I almost majored in ancient
cultures instead of IT.”
He
stroked her hair and back. “There are still artifacts like that to find, if you
know where to look.”
She
laughed softly. “Sure. Let’s go. We can hop a plane to Ireland, right?”
Emmett
reached under her arms and grasped her breasts gently. “Actually we can, but it
wouldn’t be a commercial jet. It would likely have to dodge storms all the way
across the Atlantic, using radar from the twentieth century because the even
though the satellites are still orbiting Earth, accessing them is hit and miss.
The same hackers who screwed up The Madeline Project also fucked up the weather
satellites.”
He
teased her nipples with his fingers until she moaned softly. “Then we’d have to
land the plane, and hope to dodge yet more storms as we made our way to caves or
excavation sites where others are searching for the same things.”
Her
moans were loud now. She threw her head back, her eyelids fluttering, and
Emmett realized he’d never seen any woman look so taken by ecstasy. Her reactions
were pure. Nothing contrived or exaggerated. He wondered if she’d ever had sex
with any men besides her husband or that sleazy attorney.
“Then,
if we were lucky enough to find such a rare piece, we’d have to repeat the
process and bring it back here.”
“Have
you done this more than once? I mean retrieve items.”
“Yes. Many times.” Emmett moved his hand between her legs,
and shivered at the way she cried out in pleasure. He flicked her clit. “Each
time I go up there, I find something worth the trip, and I usually end up with
a new scar or two for my troubles.”
“It’s
the thrill of the chase, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice all breathy. “Just
like the Storm Troopers. They do the same thing because they love the
challenge.”
“Yes,”
he whispered, kissing her neck. “Exactly. The same way
you love the challenge of uncovering something hidden in code, or discovering
how to write it to make a program do exactly what you want it to do.”
“Emmett
… make love to me again. Please.”
He
couldn’t have refused her anything at that point in time. This girl would be
his undoing. He knew that as surely as he knew his own name, and he didn’t mind
at all. In fact, he welcomed it.
****
Liane felt like she was floating in
the tub, tucked between Emmett’s legs, his fingers working their magic on her
clit. The orgasm was slow, long, and sweet. She moaned continuously as it
washed over her, filling her senses with the most delicious peace and longing
for more. Before it finished, he lifted her up and then lowered her pussy over
his dick. She had no idea cocks could stay so hard underwater, but his
certainly was.
She
still faced away from him, and had never had sex like this, but it was
exquisite. At this angle, each thrust massaged that spot way up inside her that
kept the climax going. He held onto her hips and moved her up and down, and
then she was off him and in his arms, facing him.
Liane kissed Emmett like she might
never be able to again, and then she reached between them to grasp his dick.
She’d never taken the initiative during sex but couldn’t stop herself now. She
wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased her. He placed his hand over hers
and guided her strokes, moaning deeply in the back of his throat as they
continued kissing.
Finally,
he released her mouth and pushed her hand away. “God … Liane … you’re so fucking incredible, but I don’t want to come yet. Will you do
something for me? Will you
procurement team?”
She
sighed out loud. “Wow. So many things.”
“Like
what? Tell me.”
“Well,
I suppose if I’m aiming as high as possible, I’d love something uniquely
Celtic. You know, like a shield or a dagger they used in battle, or some statue
or piece of pottery that was symbolic. Both sides of my family can trace their
roots back to the Celtic people, and at one time I almost majored in ancient
cultures instead of IT.”
He
stroked her hair and back. “There are still artifacts like that to find, if you
know where to look.”
She
laughed softly. “Sure. Let’s go. We can hop a plane to Ireland, right?”
Emmett
reached under her arms and grasped her breasts gently. “Actually we can, but it
wouldn’t be a commercial jet. It would likely have to dodge storms all the way
across the Atlantic, using radar from the twentieth century because the even
though the satellites are still orbiting Earth, accessing them is hit and miss.
The same hackers who screwed up The Madeline Project also fucked up the weather
satellites.”
He
teased her nipples with his fingers until she moaned softly. “Then we’d have to
land the plane, and hope to dodge yet more storms as we made our way to caves or
excavation sites where others are searching for the same things.”
Her
moans were loud now. She threw her head back, her eyelids fluttering, and
Emmett realized he’d never seen any woman look so taken by ecstasy. Her reactions
were pure. Nothing contrived or exaggerated. He wondered if she’d ever had sex
with any men besides her husband or that sleazy attorney.
“Then,
if we were lucky enough to find such a rare piece, we’d have to repeat the
process and bring it back here.”
“Have
you done this more than once? I mean retrieve items.”
“Yes. Many times.” Emmett moved his hand between her legs,
and shivered at the way she cried out in pleasure. He flicked her clit. “Each
time I go up there, I find something worth the trip, and I usually end up with
a new scar or two for my troubles.”
“It’s
the thrill of the chase, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice all breathy. “Just
like the Storm Troopers. They do the same thing because they love the
challenge.”
“Yes,”
he whispered, kissing her neck. “Exactly. The same way
you love the challenge of uncovering something hidden in code, or discovering
how to write it to make a program do exactly what you want it to do.”
“Emmett
… make love to me again. Please.”
He
couldn’t have refused her anything at that point in time. This girl would be
his undoing. He knew that as surely as he knew his own name, and he didn’t mind
at all. In fact, he welcomed it.
****
Liane felt like she was floating in
the tub, tucked between Emmett’s legs, his fingers working their magic on her
clit. The orgasm was slow, long, and sweet. She moaned continuously as it
washed over her, filling her senses with the most delicious peace and longing
for more. Before it finished, he lifted her up and then lowered her pussy over
his dick. She had no idea cocks could stay so hard underwater, but his
certainly was.
She
still faced away from him, and had never had sex like this, but it was
exquisite. At this angle, each thrust massaged that spot way up inside her that
kept the climax going. He held onto her hips and moved her up and down, and
then she was off him and in his arms, facing him.
Liane kissed Emmett like she might
never be able to again, and then she reached between them to grasp his dick.
She’d never taken the initiative during sex but couldn’t stop herself now. She
wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased her. He placed his hand over hers
and guided her strokes, moaning deeply in the back of his throat as they
continued kissing.
Finally,
he released her mouth and pushed her hand away. “God … Liane … you’re so fucking incredible, but I don’t want to come yet. Will you do
something for me? Will you
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