“Do not stop loving me.”
16
“Never,” Cormack rasped, even as his cock swelled inside her. The divine sanctuary of her wet heat gloving him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He wanted to thrust, to pound between her legs, craved hearing her call his name as he spilled inside of her. First though, he had to ease the tension that held her stiff and wary in his arms.
Dipping his head, he licked a rosy nipple, delighting in her gasp of pleasure. She enjoyed his mouth as much as he loved having it on her. He could withdraw and go down on her again, perhaps while she licked and sucked his shaft. Yet he didn’t want to lose this closeness, the incredible sensation of being buried deep inside her. Instinct told him she wanted it too. She was just too innocent in her own body’s responses to know what to do.
So you need to help her. The idea formed, and the picture his mind painted almost caused him to come right then. Borns taught their young that self-pleasure was evil, something only Breds and Cyborgs indulged in. Perhaps that was the reason so many supervisors took Bred women to their beds, leaving their Born wives as soon as they’d procreated.
Allora had admitted that she’d never achieved orgasm before he’d touched her. For her sake, as much as for his own ease he needed to ask. “Would you stroke yourself for me?”
If anything her tension increased, body stiffening as though she’d been starched. Her eyebrows pulled down. “Why?”
She hadn’t said no yet and he pressed on. “You need to come, to ease my way so I don’t hurt you. I could withdraw and finger you myself, but I want to see you do it, to feel you orgasm around my cock.”
The words alone made her grip him tighter and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Every time he expressed his desire for her, she flushed with delight.
Now he knew what it felt like from deep inside.
Color flooded her cheeks. “I don’t know how.”
Her contradictions tied him in knots, so naïve and scorching hot all at the same time. “I’ll talk you through it. Think of how incredible it will feel to touch where our bodies unite.”
She bit her lip, clearly torn between what she had been taught not to indulge in and the curiosity his suggestion unearthed.
Another sweet tug on his shaft and he had to fight the instinct to rock his hips. “Please, my task mistress.”
The hand she had cupped around his shoulder slid down between their joined bodies. Pride filled him, and joy that she would trust him above her schooling. Lowering himself so that he could lick her lips, he whispered, “You have a gorgeous cunny, so pink and puffy. Can you feel how slick it is?”
Blushing furiously, she nodded. “This is difficult for me.”
“Do not feel embarrassed with me, Allora—your pleasure amazes me. Feel how hard I am?”
He groaned when her fingertip explored the base of his shaft and then lower, where their bodies united.
“Because of me?”
He didn’t possess the wherewithal to explain how often males became erect. Surely she’d seen enough when patrolling the Bred barracks to understand basic biology. All she needed to know was that she caused this reaction in him. “For you. Now, find your clit and rub some of that sweet lube over it.”
Another pull on his cock as her excitement milked his body. The back of her short nails drew against him as she worked her pleasure from the spot. He studied her face intently. Allora’s eyes were heavy-lidded, cheeks hot and flushed with desire, lips parted in sweet invitation. He traced his tongue along the lines of her mouth before delving for a deeper taste. Her tongue mated with his, stroking, dancing, luring him deeper. For a moment he lost himself in her kiss alone, his heart thudding against his ribcage. “How do you feel?”
She shook her head back and forth, clearly aching.
“Like I’m poised on the edge of something.”
He knew exactly what she meant, he was barely holding on to the ledge by his fingernails. “Allora, look at me.”
Obeying him, she did, locking her gaze on his. The hot combination of his command and the sizzling connection fused between them sent her over. Hot slickness coated his shaft in a fresh wave and without meaning to, he glided deeper into heaven.
She moaned and arched beneath him. “What was that? It felt incredible.”
His balls had drawn up tight at her gasp, he was so ready to come he thought his cock would explode.
“Are you ready for me now?”
Eyes wide, she nodded. Rearing back he withdrew and plunged inside her, as deep as he could go.
She cried out and for a moment he feared he’d hurt her. But then her fingers worked her nub faster and he knew it was ecstasy she had gotten lost in.
With a yell, he let himself go, bucking wildly, glorying in the sounds and scent of sex for the first time in his life.
Again and again, her hot little sheath milked his cock, but he resisted the pull, wanting to savor this moment in time with her.
Sweat slicked their skin, dripped from his hair onto her breasts. His arms shook. Rearing back, he gripped her hips and position her higher so he could angle himself to penetrate her deeper.
“Yes, Cormack, oh, yes!” Her hand abandoned her clit so she could sink her nails into the muscles of his buttocks. Tears tracked down her face, even as her amethyst eyes glowed up at him with the same wonder he felt.
Release hit him with the impact of a boulder nudged off a cliff and he shouted out her name, spending inside her, gaze still locked with hers.
She went wild beneath him, as though experiencing his orgasm had ignited her own.
Writhing, bucking, demanding that he give her everything he had, all that he was.
Shuddering, he did so, not wanting to exist if it meant denying her anything. He collapsed on top of her spent and blissed out of his mind.
“Cormack,” a smile laced her voice when she breathed his name. “Is it always like that?”
“Never,” he rasped, unable to articulate further.
Basking in the afterglow, he snuggled to her, resting his head between her breasts, listening to the steady thrumming of her heartbeat. They were in uncharted territory, possibly surrounded by Cyborgs, yet he had never felt more content.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I will endure.
17
Allora could have easily fallen asleep with Cormack acting as her blanket. All too soon, he moved off of her, shifting his weight to help her up. “You should get dressed, be prepared for when they come to get us.”
Propping herself up on her elbows she winked at him. “Had enough of me, already?”
“Never.” Gaze locked on hers, he spoke the word with smoldering intensity.
Her smile faded. “I don’t know what the Cyborgs want with me, what they’ll do to me. If you can find some way to escape—”
“I’ll go nowhere without you.” Retrieving her shift from the floor, he tugged it over her head. “This is not the end, my task mistress.”
His absolute certainty filled the dark shadowy places inside her. “The best thing we can do for ourselves is be prepared for whatever comes for us.”
Cormack’s face closed up, “I’ll kill any Cyborg that dares touch you.”
Worrying her lower lip, Allora thought about her interactions with the machine-men. “I don’t think they want to hurt me. They had plenty of opportunity to do so already. And they weren’t after the journal until I mentioned it.”
Her lover scowled. “They wanted you specifically, had a record of your thumbprint to scan. How is that possible?”
“I was born in Cyborg territory. My biological father is one of them.”