"Tell me."

"Touch me. Feel what you've done to me in my dreams."

You trace a single line down the center of my abdomen, your fingertip burning my skin. I wait, breathless, until you reach my weeping c.l.i.toris, exposed and vulnerable, wet with the tears of my desire. You hesitate, cruelly probing-the flick of your nail steals my breath on a whimper.

As I typed my s.e.x twitched, and without thinking, I stopped and slid my hand under the restraining layers of clothes. I squeezed, pressure screaming along jittery nerve endings, annihilation a breath away. I worked my c.l.i.t, faster, harder, my vision blurring for an instant, and I lost the words. I stilled my hand, bearing down with brutal fury, trapping my wild need in impotent rage. If I could not find the words, I would lose her.

I let go, leaving my desire to beat helplessly alone.

"Please..."

"Not until I say."

"I need..."

"No."

"Oh...you're making me..."

"No."

Fingers clamped around the pulsing shaft, the pleasure-pain driving my hips into the air.

"I need to." My voice an unrecognizable scream.

"No."

I am dying to come. For you.

My body quickened as the word images took shape. Her body weighing me down, her hand inside me. A relentless scream fluttered around the edges of my consciousness and drove me into the scene, through it. The desire burned in me to touch, to be touched. To be her, them, you, us. My o.r.g.a.s.m thrashed like a raving beast, clawing its way to freedom, threatening to let loose despite my fight to chain it down. A wild thing, devouring me with pleasure. I was so close, my c.l.i.toris alive with a heartbeat of its own, poised to rage with a well-placed caress.

"Do you want to come?" Your voice a soft whisper, your fingers instruments of sweet torture.

"oh yes yes...want to...need to..."

"Ask my permission."

"please please...please may I come..."

I hear you laughing through my screams.

I wondered if she would hear my moans, feel the slick come on her hands as the eruption escaped from the hard core of my s.e.x. I wondered if she would f.u.c.k me back, with her words.

BEYOND THE BLUE HORIZON.

FIONA COOPER.

ou are lying limp on the chaotic surface of our planet, your beautiful strong arms spread wide. Your fists have punched the Y shattered pillows like meteors hurtling through s.p.a.ce, your bruised neck is bright with sweat and a vein jumps there, your heart is racing so loud I can hear it. I am on all fours above you, my face and chin are dripping with you, I stick my fingers between your laughing lips so you can taste you too...

"Wonderful," I tell your perfect nipples a thousand times. "You are wonderful, you taste wonderful, you smell like heaven, and I adore you."

Your teeth graze my fingers and you run your tongue round your lips...

"Well, I don't do anything for me," you say. "When I land I need to eat you... "

Your arm moves in a slow circle like the beating of a snow angel's wing and you rub your hand on your perfect thigh where I have spurted all over you. Another slow wing beat and you suck your fingers and smile and nod with infinite wisdom.

" You," you say, drawing out the word like it was a mile long, "mmm-the best taste in this world or any other."

I arch my back and breathe on your glistening fur and your whole body shivers like a hologram. My tongue hovers on your steaming secret skin, sleek and rosy and pulsing like a sea anemone, spread taut by my fingers, and your head thrashes from side to side as ecstasy seizes you over and over. Then your hand is in my hair, your fingers digging into my scalp, dragging my face to yours as you growl into my mouth, your eyes electric.

"You are in serious trouble."

I grin like some crazed slime-fanged alien and my hands are green- scaled claws as I pin your fabulous wrists to the starstruck sheets and my eyes shoot lasers that glorify your naked beauty.

"What kinda trouble, lady?"

Now I am a grease monkey, chewing gum, an idle pelvic thrust letting you know who's in charge.

"Big trouble," you say, wrapping your thighs round me, digging your heels into my a.s.s, pushing me into you.

"How big is big?" I say, deep and impa.s.sive like the guy who tore the doors down in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

"Big enormous mega mighty universal deep deep deep poo," you say, cool as the best poker bluffer on the 24/7 stud gambling channel.

"I am sooo scared," I say, and my fangs clash the air by your ears.

You grip me tighter, thrusting up at me so our bones singe through the flesh.

"I am teeerrrified." I burn your throat with my breath. "You're the only trouble I want to be in."

Now you struggle, and we wrestle-when we fight like this, you really fight, and that takes my breath away, but if I hang on to your wrists I'm okay, I'm the boss, my baby, because if you tickle me, well, I'm finished.

I tug both your wrists into one hand and kiss you so our teeth clash and our tongues rip at each other and our eyes lock and we are one.

My free hand slides through the swamp of our bellies and I thrust my fingers inside you. Hard.

"Is that okay?"

"Mmm."

Your thighs clamp on my arm hard as the petrified jaws of a giant clam and you throw me over, climb on me, knees on my shoulder. Jesus, woman, you bowled me over the first time we met and I knew in my guts that without you I am only half alive. When we let our eyes meet all those years ago-a hundred people in the room and not one of them existed-there was a deep s.p.a.ce explosion like the proud and ancient star we came from. A cigarette paper between us is too much distance.

Call it destiny, call it karma, call it fate, call it hey diddle diddle, shoo-be-doo, call it si si, oui oui, da da, doo wop, words cannot hold it-even the word love holds only a microcell of our truth.

Your eyes are multidimensional as you look down into my soul.

Your hair is spiked and dripping and you smile wide as all the Osmonds rolled into one. Then you drop your drooling mouth onto mine and our faces slide together. You smell like a rainy field as the sun rises, you with rainbows in the eternal skies of your eyes.

You arch your back and wriggle your thighs between mine, resting one wrist on my neck, flipping the lid of our magic gel open, squeezing the tube until your fingers are thick with a clear web and you flex your hand into a fist. I am burning for your touch, I need to leap that first bruising edge of almost pain and you know it, your wild smile shows it.

I spread my arms like a crucifix as you glide down my shaking body. I push up to meet your mouth and you seize me between your lips, suck me, your tongue huge and soft as you lick me over and over. Then your tongue is stiff and delicate thrusting into me, circling me until I could scream for needing you deep deep inside me.

One of your fingers joins your tongue, then your knuckles nudge against me and I open wider and wider and drag you into me. You swim up to my face, your fingers take it slow, nudging into me, your eyes very still and glowing.

"You are mine," you say.

"I am yours," I breathe, dizzy with the feeling of your fist sliding into me. My body jackknifes over the edge of pain, blood roaring in my ears, and I break every sound barrier, you shoot me higher than anything that ever squandered rocket fuel and TV footage from a NASA launch pad.

''Mine,'' you say and I feel your fingers peel from your fist one by one and probe me as I shudder from head to toe, gripping your wrist and needing you-my G.o.d is it possible-more and more.

Now you rock your hand inside me as galaxies fly by bright as pixie dust. This is the bit that drives us crazy-crazier?-because we are one and I need to swallow all of you, our mouths are a vacuum of desire, and we cannot be close enough. All at once you are fierce and strong, my soft-skinned gentle love, my lover, you possess me completely, I flow like a flood dam. Every deep thrust and twirl of your beautiful hand and I am in deep s.p.a.ce, your blue eyes are liquid gold, and I have no body, no skin, I am nothing but a creature born to love you, be loved by you, I am a zillion formless cells merging into you.

"I'm...

nothing without you coming close to tears to we two are one you..."

My perfect love, I am sobbing, biting your face, thumping your shoulders with my fists, spouting like a geyser, laughing like a madwoman.

You hold me close as I rematerialize from eight miles high, from our waist down we are in the Everglades and clinging to each other, you rescue me as wordless and tender as the Swamp Thing, take me to your world which is our world, oh G.o.d my darling I was utterly lost until I found you.

You pat me and totter to the loo and pee loud and laughing.

Somehow I crawl to be where you are and fall to my knees, bury my head in your b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tongue your navel. As you stand I push my face between your thighs and eat you, we fall to the cold tiles, then you pat me again as I drag myself up to pee too. You are curled in front of me, and I slide my smallest finger into your a.s.s and let my hand splay and play with you. I bend so I can cup your b.r.e.a.s.t.s and pull you to me, squat behind you and bite into your neck as you whimper and shiver and fill my palm with liquid ambrosia.

Millennia ago, we would have lived in a cave high on a hill where a trickle of water and sunlight created a haze of ferns on the dark rock.

Our skin was s.h.a.ggy and our feet were wide with long strong toes. Our eyes were wild, our hands greedy and needy for the feel of each other...well, these days I guess we're less hairy and the water comes from taps and plants grow in pots. We love through all time.

Half drowning and delirous, we crawl back to our wrecked bed and you splash icy fizz into our gla.s.ses. An empty gla.s.s is a crime and we should have been arrested a thousand times. Someone a thousand miles and years away grew luscious rosy grapes and a dozen people stripped the vines in the sunshine, someone trod those grapes to pulp, someone let them ferment and let their essence fill bottles and fly over the oceans-and all for us. Because we're worth it, we are worth everything and anything.

We drink holding hands and look around-your stilettoes hurled against the wall, black velvet pants inside out on the table, silk shirt like a crash-landed parachute, electric blue thong a b.u.t.terfly on the floor, electric blue lace bra crushed under the chair. My boots lie gawping on the sofa, twin socks their laughing tongues, jeans concertina-ed over the waste bin, somehow my shirt has flown to the overhead lamp shade, and my leather jacket lies in a deflated heap.

"I love wrecking rooms with you," you say, refuelling our gla.s.ses.

"We need a big house," I say. "Lots of rooms and a cleaner whose middle name is discretion."

"And no visitors," you say.

"I don't think they could cope," I say. "We could do a dinner party-just about-then you'd turn into the She-Hulk and they'd be very polite and wonder what they'd been drinking and why I'd dissolved into a pool of desire."

"Me-the She-Hulk?" you say, all convent girl prim.

"Or the Blue-Eyed Thing," I tell you, "smashing down any barriers I might be fool enough to imagine could keep you away."

"Even more trouble," you say. "You have no idea how much."

"Show me."

"Only if you close your eyes and lie back," you say.

So I do.

I feel you slide the black blindfold round my face. This is familiar.

As is the feel of knotted silk on my wrists and the way you tether my wrists to the legs of the bed. I like the trouble I'm antic.i.p.ating. Then there is silk at my feet and you are very quiet as you tie my unresisting ankles wide apart. Okay. Less familiar is when you slide a gag round my chin, the way you slide a pillow under my b.u.m. And though I can hear the soles of your feet on the floor, recognize the sound of you changing the CD, then there is only the sound of music. G.o.d, I want you, where are you? Every pore of my skin is electric.

I feel the mattress dip a little and I open for you, wanting, needing, expecting your tongue. Your hot skin brushes my inner thighs and my fingers and toes curl into hypers.p.a.ce-your mouth? Your hand-G.o.d my love, touch me...

And then there is the warm weight of you on top of me and your breath on my neck. Your hands on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and you are glorious and suddenly you are inside me, hard and wet, and I need to be free to wrap myself around you, but I can't move, just feel you pushing into me, pulling a little back then thrusting your hips against me, my darling, this is amazing.

"I want to fill you," you growl, tearing off my blindfold with your teeth, one hand on my throat now. Your eyes blaze like a solar eclipse and your head clamps between my neck and shoulder, I can see your a.s.s clenching and plunging and a wide band of leather gleaming above the cleft and I am choking on this gag until you tear my mouth free and fill it with your tongue.

"I want..."

"Just wait. This is what I want," you groan, thrusting slow and hard with every word.

"I want..."

"No," you say like steel, "You want this. I know you do."

"I want this, I want you." I gasp.

"We're going to come together," you say, grinning, still slow and deep.

"Yes," I say, "I'm coming already, I can never stop coming to you."

Now your neck is pulsing and you are staring wild-eyed somewhere above my head.

"What do you want?" you say intensely.

"Untie my ankle," I say. "Please. I need you to."

You curl over me, reach down and pull me free and I am suddenly empty-your leather belt twitches the deep purple strap-on against my thigh. I keep my legs flat until you are on me and in me again. Then my legs clamp around your waist and you go deeper into me, your eyes wide.

"Is that what you want?" you ask me like a high priestess.

"Yes," I say.

And then you thrash into me over and over faster and faster and on and on and I am yours. Forever. And you are loving me like we've never loved before and you scream as we come and still you invade me, still I surrender over and over and it's never over until I shoot you right out of me and you free my wrists and your hands dig deep into my ribs and to the heart of me. Our total ecstasy slides like an electric eel over my heart and curls right into our guts and pours from us like the turbulence where a river meets the sea.

Now, my love, you have nothing, I have absolutely nothing left, just us flying like the diamond rings of Saturn round our galaxy as our bodies collapse together and melt like the wax of twin candles lit in some ancient church and holding the prayers and hopes of the world.

We sparkle like a star being born, we meld, we melt, we blend, so that even more I am part of you, you are part of me, we are one, I am you, you are me, I am yours, you are mine.

I groan into your cheek.

"Forever..."