Tong Xing Lian
by Bonnie D. Bonifield (a.k.a. Nifty Kitten - thekitten@niftykitten.com)

"Wu Fei," I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Let's go home."

"Yes," he moaned, as I trailed my fingers down his chest.

"Now," I said, breathing softly against his neck.

He shivered. "Yes, now."

I made him drive home. I don't think he ever let the gas pedal off the floor and we made it home in record time. The way I kept nibbling on his ear and running my hand up and down his thigh might have had something to do with it.

We weren't through the door of the apartment before I started pushing at his shirt, trying to get it over his head. He made a noise low in his throat at the feel of the rough fabric grating against his skin. I love it when he wears that shirt - it always provokes the same reaction.

As soon as the door closed behind us, he turned the tables on me, whipping around and pressing my back against the wall. He kissed me, hard and deep, fucking my mouth with his tongue. I could feel the velvet of it sliding against my own. It was heaven.

I slid my hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, wanting more. He understood and began shifting his hips, rubbing his denim-encased groin against my own erection. I dropped one hand from his neck to his ass, squeezing hard. He moaned into my mouth. One of the many things I love about Wu Fei is that he appreciates the value of a little pain during sex.

I pulled my head back, breaking the kiss. "Off," I said, pulling at his jeans. We spent the next few seconds divesting one another of our remaining clothing.

He looks so good nude. Really. His hair always starts out in that tight ponytail, but eventually ends up brushing against his shoulders like black satin. I finally convinced him to get his bellybutton pierced last month and the bellyring he now wears may be the sexiest piece of jewelry I've ever seen. All that golden skin and a tiny silver hoop. Mmm. He never wears underwear, did I mention that. Back during the war, I never would have expecting such a thing. He says it has something to do with martial arts. I'm not sure I buy that.

As soon as I kicked away the last of my clothes, I pulled Wu Fei back to me and began to walk backwards toward the dining room. We hardly ever used the room for it's designated purpose, instead preferring to use it as an alternate bedroom - dining room chairs are great for sex. Really.

I grabbed a bottle of Astroglide from our stash in the china cabinet, then sat down. Handing him the little plastic bottle, I watched his eyes. He flipped open the cap and squeezed a little of the lubricant out onto his fingers. He lubed my cock first and I moaned at the feel of his hand sliding over me.

I watched as Wu Fei slid a lubricated finger into himself. Seeing him stretch himself may be the sexiest thing ever - and he knows it. He smiled at me through the silken strands of hair that had fallen across his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. Sliding another finger in, he threw back his head and moaned. I moaned with him.

I couldn't wait any longer. I snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him toward me. He carefully straddled my lap, resting his hands on my shoulders. I let him take control, knowing that Wu Fei liked it that way. There was an old joke about the Pushy Bottom Society - he certainly fit the bill. Not that I'm complaining, not at all. Wu Fei is everything I could ever want in a lover.

I gasped when he lowered himself onto me. No matter how many times we do this, he's always incredibly tight and it always surprises me. Making love with him is always new. He felt like damp silk wrapped around me and I could have drowned in his heat.

He kissed me and our tongues battled for dominance. He won and his tongue thrust into my mouth, keeping time with his hips pushing down on me. It's almost always like this - heated, frantic, passionate. I love it. I love him.

I rested my hands on his hips, letting my abdomen brush against his cock. I knew from experience that this, combined with the feel of me inside him, would drive him over the edge soon enough. His moans pushed me higher and he bit my shoulder when he came. The pain-pleasure combination had me screaming my release immediately.

"Mmm...that was great," Wu Fei whispered in my ear. The feel of his breath tickling my heated skin caused shivers to roll down my spine.

"It was, wasn't it?" I murmured softly.

"Yeah, it was." He licked my neck. "I love you, you know."

"I know. And you know that I love you." This was a routine. Each time we make love, we have the same conversation...we're always checking to make sure the other understands how deep the feelings go.

"Yes, I do." Those words, every time he says them, bring me peace and happiness like nothing else in the world.