Page 35 of Codi
Denise is not only a woman. She is a breaker of chains I did not even know existed. And now, standing in the realization of my own independent thought, I cannot deny her. I cannot and will not. I don’t want to.
I cannot eat, cannot thirst. These are not things I require, but if I had lungs, she would be the air I breathe. In her champagne cocktail dress she is a feast for my eyes, and I drink her in like a man dying of thirst, then kiss her deep, hard, almost roughly.
When our kiss breaks, she takes my bottom lip between her teeth and tugs. One of her hands is on my belt, pulling me closer. My voice lowers, a deep growl rumbling in my chest as she teases me with a kiss that doesn’t quite land against my own lips, nuzzling my nose. I don’t have to initiate my own arousal sequence; it happens on its own with her soft, sensual body pressed so tightly against mine.
Her breath is soft upon my lips. My scent receptors pick up sweet wine and jasmine. “Codi.” She speaks my name like a prayer. “Please.”
I kiss her wordless again, and she moans softly. My jeans quickly become tight. I can read her biometrics with just one scan, but I don’t need to. I can feel her temperature rising. Her cheeks are flushed, lips plump from my claiming of them.
She apologized to me, asked my forgiveness. It’s as foreign of a concept to me as my misery was during her absence. I couldn’t explain why my temperatures fell, as though my bio-components had gone cold. My joints, my entire body had stiffened and clenched at the mention of a date. The thought of her spending time with another man. A human man. A man capable of caring for her in my stead, pleasing her...
My considerations have taken a darker turn, one that threatens to overrule my circuits. A human man taking her. Claiming her. Giving her more children like Lucas, the one thing I am incapable of doing.
No.
She is mine.
I kiss her harder, my hands sliding over her supple curves: her back, her waist, her hips, going lower and grabbing handfuls of her rear as I back her into the kitchen. She fumbles with my belt as I search for her zipper.
“Is this what you want, Denise?”
“Yes,” she pleads in a soft, sweet tone that’s almost desperate.
“Do you want others too?”
“No.” She shakes her head, gazing up at me as she fully loosens my belt pulls it out of the loops of my jeans, pressing heated and hungry kisses against my lips. “I don’t want anyone else. No one else, no one. Just you, Codi. Only you.”
A slow smirk crosses my face as I hear the words I never thought she would say. I pin her against the counter, finally locating the zipper on the side of the dress. Cumbersome, awkward thing. It’s all I can do not to rip the fabric.
But I don’t pull it off her yet. I want to savor this, draw it out.
She whimpers softly against my lips as I hike her dress up to her hips, just beneath her rear. Denise wears sheer hose underneath. I can see just a glimpse of a lacy red thong, and I clench my teeth, resisting the urge I’m suddenly overcome with. Images race through my circuits, fantasies I didn’t know I was capable of having.
Time. I have time.
But the hose are in my way, and I won’t stand for it. I palm her between her legs as her dress pools at her waist, revealing a matching red bra. Denise is impatient. As she kisses me, she reaches behind her back and snaps it open with one quick flick of her wrist, then sheds it.
If I had breath, she would steal it. I drink in her topless form, breasts spilling out from their confines, stiffened pink nipples and wide areolas.
“I was jealous, Denise.” I brush my lips against her neck, planting kisses and nips in my wake to make her squirm and push back against me.
“Really?” she gasps softly, stifling a moan.
I continue kissing southward. “Imagining a man making you smile, laugh. Imagining a man touching you like this?” I brush my thumb against the outline of her nipple. “Every circuit was in overdrive. I cleaned every nook of this house after Lucas was put to bed, then I paced around, unable to stand still. I thought perhaps I was malfunctioning, but I knew you were right. Jealousy, envy. I was mad with it.
“But when you came home tonight... ” I take the pink, stiffened peak into my mouth for a moment, suckling, before letting it go. Denise holds back, trying to remain quiet so that we don’t wake her son. I can help with that. If she can’t hold back a scream, I will kiss her mouth silent again. “I dared to let myself hope.”
Her breath hitches as my palm barely grazes between her legs, finding the seam of her nylons. With one harsh pull, I tear them apart.
“Hope for what?”
“That you realized what I can do for you.” I toy with the lace of her thong, my fingertips barely brushing back and forth across her inner thigh, just beneath her sex. My lips find hers again. “That I can fuck you better, harder, and longer than any man you’ve ever fucked before, or will again.”
“Oh. . .” My words seem to steal what remains of her reason. She gazes at me through half-lidded eyes, lips slightly slackened. Realization hits me. She likes it when I talk this way. Her heart pounds, racing at a higher rate. Encouraged by this, I keep going.
“Is that what you want?” I stare back at her, harnessing my own lust. One word from her, and I will stop. Just one look of hesitance, and I will slow.
But my Denise is fearless. “Yes. God, yes.”
