right—couldn’t have done it better, actually. He’d taken total control of her body and she loved it. But she wanted more than this.
He feathered butterfly kisses across her lips as she lay gasping in his arms. Down below his fingers still teased, tempting her to stay on the brink. She moaned with every taste of him until he abruptly stopped. When he did, it was like an orchestra had thrown down their instruments mid-concerto. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face.
“Everett?”
“Does it matter if I was programmed to love you? Does it make my love not good enough?” His eyes held enough sadness to fill a river, more sorrow than a mechanoid should ever know.
She chocked back a sob. Her body knew Everett had been made for her and didn’t care. But what about her heart? Could she choose to love a man made mostly of wires and programmed by her father to adore her? Did his construction truly matter, or did his intent? For so long she’d hated everything her father created, believing them emotionless automatons that had stolen her father’s attention from her, but maybe she’d been wrong to jump to conclusions. Everett was no mere mechanoid. He was her rescuer, her protector, her man. And he loved her like no one else ever had. He deserved a chance at happiness, too. She threaded her fingers through his silky blond hair, enjoying the texture. “No, Everett. Your love is perfect.” She looked him in the eye. “I love you exactly the way you are.”
The words set him free. They broke the dam of desperate uncertainty lodged inside him, which he quickly flung to the nether regions of space, never to be seen again.
He let out an animalistic cry and mounted her, sliding his flesh against hers, reveling in the full-body contact. With one hand cradling her head, guiding her mouth to his and the other holding her hip, he entered her in one quick push. His penis vibrated as she arched beneath him, clutching his back. Her high-pitched cry was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard next to her scream.
Knowing he’d already given her pleasure in the safe house the previous night—oh yes, he’d heard every one of her soft pants—caused the base of his groinal attachment to ache with desire to make her come again. He wasn’t sure the unit had been programmed to experience such a rapturous pain, but he ignored the warning sensors and obeyed the urge to seat himself deeper. In three thrusts her delicate flower fully surrounded him. He hummed with pleasure against her lips.
Now fully inside her, they moved as one. With him thrusting and her receiving, the bed and the house and the distance between them—human versus machine—faded into nothingness. He hadn’t realized he had the capacity to feel this open, this free. The lightness made his head so dizzy he wanted to cry. He closed his eyes and found their use unnecessary. In fact, he noted almost every bit of data he normally relied on became totally superfluous.
He shut off the data on her heart rate, the ambient temperature of the room, the Security Core feed stream, even the oceanic tables. He sank his awareness into the gentle rocking of her hips, her breathy moans against his lips, and the friction of her erect nipples on his chest. These simple sensations overwhelmed his world. He could no longer think his own name. He half worried his penis would detach or explode from the joy. But it didn’t. Instead it wriggled. On super-speed setting.
He screamed into her neck while unfamiliar pulsations throbbed through his cock, elongating and shaking it back and forth, forward and backward. He had no sperm to give her so he gave Sam her name on his lips, his love for her bursting from his mechanoid heart, filling his head instead. He clutched her to him like a life raft in a storm and howled out every ounce of passion he possessed.
Underneath him, she opened her legs wider, taking him deeper, and arched her precious human body toward his. She too,
He feathered butterfly kisses across her lips as she lay gasping in his arms. Down below his fingers still teased, tempting her to stay on the brink. She moaned with every taste of him until he abruptly stopped. When he did, it was like an orchestra had thrown down their instruments mid-concerto. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face.
“Everett?”
“Does it matter if I was programmed to love you? Does it make my love not good enough?” His eyes held enough sadness to fill a river, more sorrow than a mechanoid should ever know.
She chocked back a sob. Her body knew Everett had been made for her and didn’t care. But what about her heart? Could she choose to love a man made mostly of wires and programmed by her father to adore her? Did his construction truly matter, or did his intent? For so long she’d hated everything her father created, believing them emotionless automatons that had stolen her father’s attention from her, but maybe she’d been wrong to jump to conclusions. Everett was no mere mechanoid. He was her rescuer, her protector, her man. And he loved her like no one else ever had. He deserved a chance at happiness, too. She threaded her fingers through his silky blond hair, enjoying the texture. “No, Everett. Your love is perfect.” She looked him in the eye. “I love you exactly the way you are.”
The words set him free. They broke the dam of desperate uncertainty lodged inside him, which he quickly flung to the nether regions of space, never to be seen again.
He let out an animalistic cry and mounted her, sliding his flesh against hers, reveling in the full-body contact. With one hand cradling her head, guiding her mouth to his and the other holding her hip, he entered her in one quick push. His penis vibrated as she arched beneath him, clutching his back. Her high-pitched cry was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard next to her scream.
Knowing he’d already given her pleasure in the safe house the previous night—oh yes, he’d heard every one of her soft pants—caused the base of his groinal attachment to ache with desire to make her come again. He wasn’t sure the unit had been programmed to experience such a rapturous pain, but he ignored the warning sensors and obeyed the urge to seat himself deeper. In three thrusts her delicate flower fully surrounded him. He hummed with pleasure against her lips.
Now fully inside her, they moved as one. With him thrusting and her receiving, the bed and the house and the distance between them—human versus machine—faded into nothingness. He hadn’t realized he had the capacity to feel this open, this free. The lightness made his head so dizzy he wanted to cry. He closed his eyes and found their use unnecessary. In fact, he noted almost every bit of data he normally relied on became totally superfluous.
He shut off the data on her heart rate, the ambient temperature of the room, the Security Core feed stream, even the oceanic tables. He sank his awareness into the gentle rocking of her hips, her breathy moans against his lips, and the friction of her erect nipples on his chest. These simple sensations overwhelmed his world. He could no longer think his own name. He half worried his penis would detach or explode from the joy. But it didn’t. Instead it wriggled. On super-speed setting.
He screamed into her neck while unfamiliar pulsations throbbed through his cock, elongating and shaking it back and forth, forward and backward. He had no sperm to give her so he gave Sam her name on his lips, his love for her bursting from his mechanoid heart, filling his head instead. He clutched her to him like a life raft in a storm and howled out every ounce of passion he possessed.
Underneath him, she opened her legs wider, taking him deeper, and arched her precious human body toward his. She too,
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