Page 26 of The Lone Cyborg
“I’m fine,” he assured her. “There’s just one last ache.”
“Oh no. Where?”
“Here.”
He guided her small hand to his cock. He’d told her truth, it did ache, throbbing against his pants, but she rolled her eyes and gave him a playful squeeze.
“You must be feeling better if this is what you’re thinking about.”
“It’s not the only thing, but right now it seems like the most important.”
She hummed thoughtfully then trailed her fingers along the edge of his waistband, making him shudder.
“Then I suppose we’d better take care of it. So you can think about other things.”
Giving him a teasing smile, she freed his erection, and he shuddered again as her small hand tried to close around him.
“I love the way you respond to me,” she whispered, then bent over.
He jerked when her lips touched the sensitive tip of his cock, the sensation rushing through his body. She grasped him even more firmly as she tried to take him into her small, hot mouth. She only managed to take the head, but when she swirled her tongue around the tip, a groan escaped his lips and his hands clenched helplessly on empty air.
He knew he wasn’t going to last, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her.
“Stop,” he said hoarsely. “I want to be inside you.”
She lifted her head, her eyes hazy with desire as she gave him one last, lingering lick.
“I want you too, Jeb. Please.”
“Take off your clothes,” he growled, stripping away his own as she obeyed.
As soon as she was naked she straddled him, the slick heat of her cunt sliding against his cock. With a groan, he lifted her higher, his mouth moving from breast to breast as he teased the rigid nipples. He was holding her just above his cock and he lowered her until the tip rested against her clit. Her eyes widened as it began to vibrate against her.
“Oh my God.”
“There are some advantages to being a cyborg,” he growled, pulling her more firmly against his cock.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her mouth open in a wordless cry as her climax swept over her. Her body was still quivering when he pulled her down over his cock, sheathing himself to the hilt in tight, liquid heat, her body rippling around him.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and her eyes fluttered open. “I love you, Mattie.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, and his thrusts deepened as he lost control, driving into her.
She moaned, then cried out again as she came, her pleasure setting off another fierce, glorious orgasm as he thrust into her.
She slumped against him and he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her as he allowed himself to relax, but his worries returned as the haze of passion eased. The knowledge that sheloved him filled him with triumph, but he was determined to keep her safe—which meant getting her out of this cavern.
He gave her a last hug, then gently lifted her free.
“I think you’d better get dressed.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Believe me, I would much rather concentrate on your beautiful body, but we can’t stay here forever.”
“I suppose not.”
She dressed, then ran her hand across the water-bearing lichen, gathering enough in her palm for a quick drink. He followed her example, delighted with how well his body responded, then perched thoughtfully on the edge of a boulder.
