Page 71 of Atticus
She relaxes against me. I roll her onto the bed and enter her again. One of her legs hooks around me as I pound into her. Her little gasps and moans goad me on.
“Don’t stop,” she mewls softly in my ear as I pin her arms down, weaving our fingers together on the pillows.
She’s so slippery. I revel in the sound of my every thrust, and I glide in and out of her with ease. I pick up the pace, holding her steady beneath me.
Her lips are open, beckoning, and I kiss her deeply before pulling away. We gaze into each other’s eyes, completely lost in the moment.
Her breath quickens. “Atticus,” she whimpers as I hasten my strokes, plunging into her harder and faster, pinning her body securely under mine. “I’m—I’m so close—”
I slip my hand between us and find her clitoris with my thumb, then rub in soft circles. Her body pulses as though her electricity is coursing right into me. She cries out so loud I cover her mouth, knowing how Lucy favors her privacy. She wouldn’t want her neighbors to hear.
Her muffled screams beneath my hand and her pussy throbbing around me send me spiraling, and with one final thrust I hilt my entire cock inside her with a satisfied groan as I come.
I let her go so she can breathe, unhindered. Lucy sighs happily, legs finally resting on either side of my hips. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
My dick remains sheathed in her pussy for a moment more, enjoying her warmth and the sense of being one with her. “I’m thinking about you. Always you.” I kiss her with tenderness instead of need as I deinitialize. My cock softens as I finally pull out from her. “There’s never a moment when you aren’t on my mind.”
“I can’t believe I just had sex with my android.”
“Oh?Yourandroid?” I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her jawline.
“You know what I mean.” She extends her neck to grant me access, and I take full advantage. “My android. My man. My Atticus.”
Her words send scores of victorious surges along my circuitry. I’ve never been more gratified than here, in this moment. “And did I meet your expectations?”
“Met my expecta—” Lucy snorts, snuggling into me. “Holy shit. Atticus, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.Ever.” She’s quiet for a moment. “I want to do it again.”
“So soon? Perhaps you should take a moment to rest.”
“I wish you could stay the night,” Lucy murmurs. She traces my chest with her fingertips, which sends small surges of delight through my synthetic skin. “I wish you could stay always.”
“We’ll find a way,” I promise softly. “We have to. I can’t stay parted from you for long.”
Lucy frowns. “When do you have to leave?”
“Probably shortly. In an hour or so. I don’t want to be missing when he wakes.”
“I’ll take an hour. I’ll take anything you can give me.” She sits up. “All the time I’ve wasted. Imagine how long we could’ve been doing this if I would’ve just let it happen.”
“You were worth the wait,” I reply, grinning. “I was too.”
Lucy’s brief laughter rings in my audio receptors, but her expression is bittersweet, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Don’t suppose your super-powered brain has any grand ideas on what we’re going to do about our situation?”
I snort atsuper-poweredand pull her close. “Not yet. But I’m working on it. You?”
“Same. It’s hard to think of anything at the moment.”
“Then we won’t think,” I say, hugging her tightly to me. “We’ll just be. For tonight.”
* * *
I hold her for as long as I can, every circuit in my body rebelling when I eventually have to pull away from her. We steal kisses by the door like it’s the last time we’ll see each other, even though I’ll see her tomorrow at school. They can put me in a different class, but they can’t stop us from talking or interacting.
The night is cold on my walk home. Even though I don’t require a jacket, my systems more than capable of keeping me warm, I wear one anyway. I brought a few changes of clothes with me in a backpack lazily slung over my shoulder. I’ve no intention of bringing my entire wardrobe with me to Bryant’s, not when I’m determined this separation between Lucy and I is only temporary.
We just have to think of a way to get around Carlisle.
Bryant’s house is only about a mile away. As I make my way back, I pass an aged strip mall for things like fishing and sports apparel. To my right, across the street, is one of St. Morgan’s several bars.
