"Do it," Sophie screamed, her * clamping down on me. Her cry stretched out as her orgasm took over, her hair flying in a beautiful wave as she tossed her head back, her back arching. I pumped in one last time, letting my release rip through me, my cock spurting thickly inside her. I could feel my balls actually cramp I was coming so hard, hissing the pain and pleasure together. It felt like it went on forever, until my hips relaxed, and we both sagged back onto the mattress. I was too weak to do anything but lay there while Sophie caught her breath, staying where she was until my softened cock slipped out of her, and she turned around to cuddle against me. "I love you," she whispered, kissing my jawline.
"I love you too," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. We lay there in the dim afternoon light filtering through the slat sides of the tower for a few minutes before I spoke again. "What do you think about living here?"
"In the city?" Sophie asked. "It's a good city, but we're probably going to be in danger. Why do you ask?"
"I wasn't just thinking about the city," I said, gesturing around the room, "But here. The past few weeks, after we saved Tabby, I've been thinking. You're right, I have a lot of sins to atone for. What about using some of that blood money I've gathered over the years to try and clean up the city? I had five strike bases before, and my condo in the high rise. What if we do something the same, but use this place as our main base?"
Sophie thought about it for a while, running her hand over my chest. The effect was nice, and I could feel my body warming to the idea of another round of sex with the woman I love. "How do you plan on making sure we aren't tracked down? You start showing your face too much around here, and it's liable to get blown off."
I nodded and grinned. "You don't think I didn't plan on faking my own death? While it wouldn't be foolproof, you and I could take a vacation, say to the South Korea. They do plastic surgery there all the time, and we'd get a few changes made. Nothing too drastic, mostly I had planned a bit along my jawline and eyebrows, a bit of reshaping. Combine that with a change of hair color, and I'll be able to get by pretty well."
"A vacation to South Korea, huh?" Sophie replied, and I could hear her grin. "I could do that. But there's going to be a couple of rules in all of this."
"What's that?" I asked, rolling us both over so that I could lay on my side and look at her. It also pressed her breasts against me, and I had to fight not to be distracted.
"Rule number one," Sophie replied, running her hands over my lower back and stroking my backbone, a favorite site for her to explore as we spent time together, "is that I'm not going to be some passive little observer. I put a shotgun round into someone last time, and I'm still here. I didn't break down in hysterics. So if you want to turn into some cross between Batman and The Punisher, I'm not going to be your Alfred."
"Deal," I replied, kissing her forehead. "You're a lot cuter than any butler anyway. Although I'd love to see you in a French maid's outfit sometime."
"Maybe for Halloween," Sophie teased before growing serious again. "Rule two. You're going to train me. I damn near broke my wrists shooting that pistol in the club, and I'm not going into a situation so defenseless again. So you're going to train me how to shoot, and we'll work on how to fight."
"That's fine. I also was thinking you are going to want to continue your medical training as well. I'm good, but I'm not invincible. You're probably going to have to patch one or both of us up if you really want us to fight."
Sophie leaned up and kissed me, smiling. "Good. One final rule."
"What's that?" I asked, feeling my cock twitch and start to rise again.
Sophie opened her mouth to say something, then felt my cock poking against her thigh. She glanced down and smiled, wrapping her fingers around it and starting to pump. "I think you don't have to worry about rule three. You seem to be doing a very good job of that without any guidance from me."