Chapter 8

Booth slowly started thrusting, working himself in and out of Dr. Brennan.

"173 seconds."

"Huh?"

"173 seconds. Just under three minutes. That's how long it took you to regain your control."

"Sorry it took so long."

"That's quite all right. As I said, just having your penis inside my vagina is a very pleasant sensation, even without the additional stimuli of movement."

"Should I stop again?"

"Absolutely not."

"So, just what do you enjoy about this?"

"The position, or the activity?"

"Both."

"Good point. They are pretty much inseparable." She thought for a moment. "Well, the face-to-face intimacy is quite appealing. Most of our bodies are in direct contact, which is also very stimulating. But the penetration is the key here. In this position, the angle of your erection is almost perfectly aligned with the inclination of my vagina, allowing almost effortless entry and deep penetration. Of course, that is contingent on both of us being fully sexually aroused, which is almost a given where the two of us are concerned. This allows – if not encourages – a slow, steady, progressive rhythm of coitus, increasing in speed and force until climax is achieved."

"You've really thought this out, haven't you?"

"Of course. Who hasn't? Further, the angle of penetration allows for both direct and indirect stimulation of my clitoris. With a slight adjustment on either of our parts – such as when I do this – " with that, she tilted her pelvis back slightly " – your penis brushes against it most pleasantly. But even without that adjustment, your thrusting in and out of me pulls at my labia, which also stimulates my clitoris."

"Getting antsy for an orgasm?"

"Not in the least. For one, I've already had three small ones. For another, there are aspects of this particular activity that I find tremendously satisfying, apart from orgasm, and am in no rush to move on."

"Aspects such as…?"

"For one, it puts me in mind of one of my favorite fantasies."

"Really? Tell me more. Perhaps we can make it come true."

She laughed softly. "That's very nice of you, but I'm afraid not. It's physically impossible."

"Are you certain?"

"Quite certain. Let me explain." She gently pushed him away, being careful to not allow him to withdraw from her. "In this position, I can look down between our bodies and see your penis as it penetrates me. If you pause at just the right moment, when most of your shaft is outside of me but the head is still inside, it can look for an instant as if it was my penis penetrating you. And that makes me occasionally wish that we could exchange bodies during sex."

"Huh?"

"Think about that for a moment. You always talk about how much you enjoy giving me pleasure; wouldn't you like to know – really know – what it's like for me? Aren't you curious to see just how you make me feel?"

"I guess… I'd never really thought about it before."

"Make no mistake, I greatly enjoy being a woman, and wouldn't want to give that up for anything. But every now and then, I try to imagine what it must like to be a man, to have all my sexual sensations concentrated in a penis, having sex with a woman. And for you, haven't you ever been curious what it must be like to have breasts, and nipples as sensitive as mine? To have a clitoris, stimulated by an attentive lover? To have a vagina, and to have it filled and driven to climax?"

"Maybe…"

"Two words, Booth. Two words that ought to give you at least some pause for thought: multiple orgasms."

"Whoa…"

"Quite frankly, Booth, I don't think you could handle sex as a woman. It would be too intense for you."

"Hey, I can handle a hell of a lot. I could probably handle it even better than… " he paused, even stopping his slow thrusting. "What the hell am I arguing here? This is the most insane argument we've ever had."

"Face it, Booth. You're all man, and you'd make a lousy woman. But on the other hand, I think I could adapt quite well to the situation. For example, I'd be better at cunnilingus than you are. And please, resume your thrusting. There's no need to stop our intercourse because of this discussion."

He did so, but was still miffed. "I'm damned good at that, and you've told me so – and not just in words."

"Yes, you are exceptionally skilled at cunnilingus. Easily the best man I've ever had. But nonetheless, I believe that I would be better."

"How would you figure that?"

"Three reasons. First, on the occasions I have engaged in sex with other women, I have been told that my oral skills are superb – one even said I was a, quote, 'champion pussy-eater.'"

"OK, that's one. But that's hardly conclusive."

"Then here's reason number two. In my fantasy, I would be performing cunnilingus on my own body. As good as you are at pleasing me, there is no one who knows precisely how my body works and what I find pleasurable as well as I do. So I would have that inherent advantage."

"I'll grant you that one. But still…"

"And here's the third reason." She reached up and pressed her hand to his cheek tenderly. "I'd be doing so in your body, using your techniques as my starting point. That's how I know I'd be better than you – I'd be combining your abilities with my own experiences and knowledge."

"Well, if you put it that way… but that's still a hell of a fantasy. I wish I could fulfill it for you."

"Thanks. I've considered ways to simulate it, but they simply don't hold the same appeal."

"I'm going to regret asking it, but just how would you 'stimulate' it?"

"In theory, I could use an artificial penis to penetrate you, but that wouldn't meet my desires. For one, since it would be an artificial appendage, there would be no sensations from its use. For another, you have expressed considerable disinterest in being anally penetrated or stimulated."

"You got that right. No interest whatsoever there."

"Which I fully respect and accept."

"Damned right. But you said there was another thing about this position you enjoy."

"Oh, yes. Definitely. Something truly arousing. Here, listen. No, don't stop – just keep on sliding in and out of me, but be quiet for a moment and listen."

He continued to thrust in and out of her in silence for nearly a minute. "That slapping sound, as our bodies meet?"

"That's part of it, yes. But listen more carefully, between the slaps. Do you hear it?"

"I think I do."

"That's the sound of your penis sliding in and out of my vagina. It's the sound of my vagina clenching around your penis, the moistness of my fluids coating your penis, and the occasional small amounts of air that you push into me when you withdraw too far. It's the purest sound of sex you'll ever hear, and you'll only hear it this clearly when we are both fully aroused. It's irrefutable audio proof that we are both fully involved and committed to our mutual satisfaction, and succeeding."

Booth listened carefully. She was right. It was pure, undiluted sex, complete passion, and he'd been ignoring it all his life. He experimented a bit, adjusting his angle, speed, and force, and found that he could actually control the sounds of their sex.

"Having fun?" she asked. He was like a boy with a new toy – which, she mused, technically, he was, in a sense.

He gave her a bashful smile. "I guess. I suppose we should get back to business."

"Not just yet. I think I'd like to play a little, too. Hold still for a minute."

He paused while he was mostly withdrawn, and she started to work her hips. And the resulting noises were remarkable. Once again, he was amazed at her flexibility and muscle control.

"OK, that's enough fun and games, Dr. Brennan. Time to get serious again." With that, he lifted her legs and placed her feet over his shoulders, raising her hips up off the bed and almost folding her in half.

"Ah, the final stage. I was wondering when you'd get to that."