Data (Bones MC 8), page 11
She reached back to curl her arm around his neck and turned her head to kiss him. When their lips met, Data thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and she opened willingly, moaning into the kiss. Nothing had ever felt so right. Data’s life hadn’t been tame by any means, but he’d never felt for any woman what he felt for Zora right from the start. He knew she was the woman for him. Would always be the woman for him.
He hooked her leg over his arm and settled in to fuck her. The hard, driving rhythm satisfied him, as did her little cries and the sharp bite of her nails at the back of his neck.
“So fuckin’ sweet, Zora,” he whispered into her mouth. “Never get enough of you. Never!’
“Come inside me, D. Make me come, then come inside me with your hot seed.”
He gave a harsh growl before speeding up his movements, surging into her with ever-increasing speed. When she gave a sharp exhale followed by a shuddering scream, Data smiled, letting himself go. Not long after, he gave his own brutal yell and did exactly what she’d demanded. He emptied himself inside her with spurt after spurt of his come. Satisfaction beyond measure filled him, and he knew it always would. Every time he made love to her, every time she came apart in his arms. Nothing would ever surpass this feeling of bliss and utter contentment.
For long moments, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. Couldn’t move. Then he chuckled and kissed her neck. “You’re everything, Zora. You’ve given me back something I hadn’t realized I lost.”
“What’s that?”
“Peace, cutie. You give me peace.”
He got up to get a wet washcloth and cleaned them both before pulling her back into his arms. Then, with her head resting on his chest, her little fingers curled into his muscles, Data drifted off into a contented, peaceful sleep.
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