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Next, he pushed her legs apart and rolled over between them. Neely drew her knees up, thinking he would take her, but he started kissing her forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, then her lips, dipping his tongue for a thorough exploration.
He moved his mouth to her earlobe to nibble and suck on it. Dragging his lips over her jawline and down her neck, pausing to nip and taste the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck.
Her nipples tightened, and her clit clamored for his attention while Stalker seemed intent on branding every inch of her flesh with his lips and tongue. Neely instinctively tilted her pelvis to rub her clit against his cock, resting lengthwise on her mons.
He took a full tour of her upper chest before his mouth clamped over one nipple. Stalker gently pinched it between his teeth before sucking on it. Waves of pleasure surged to her clit and sent her into a delightful orgasm.
“I will tease you until you scream my name, and then we will breed,” he promised, pressing on her clit with his cock, sending a new wave of shudders through her.
That took the edge off until he suckled her other nipple making her squirm and moan as her hands fisted in his short hair. Her climax had played out when he began working his way down her ribcage and belly.
Her clit throbbed as she anticipated what would come next. Only, as he reached her mons and parted the hair over her clit and opening, he blew his warm breath on her engorged bud.
Panting, Neely cried out, clenching her channel. Her whole body quivered with the need to come again, but Stalker wouldn’t make it that easy. He planted kisses on her inner thigh, licking and nipping down her leg and up the other. Finally, he reached her core, dragging his tongue up her slit to her clit.
She bucked her hips until Stalker gripped her thighs, holding them apart. Unable to grasp the sheet beneath them, Neely’s hands fisted at her sides while she sobbed her approval in drawn-out oh’s and ah’s. He slipped two fingers inside her, moving them in and out as he flicked her clit with his tongue and sucked it.
She held back as long as she could until she could only scream Stalker’s name as he promised she would. He kept lapping at her folds until she pushed him away, too sensitive to take any more.
As hard as she had come, clenching his fingers, she still needed him inside her. Stalker wiped his face, moved back to her side, and pulled her into his arms, just holding her for a time. Neely just closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his throat savoring his caresses down her back. Sex with Stalker was the best ever.
After a respite, Neely suggested he take her from behind, crouched on her forearms and knees with her ass in the air. She came at least twice more the second time he did, and she saw stars behind her eyelids.
Chapter Ten
After a shower, donning fresh clothes, and eating a light breakfast, Stalker finally showed her the rest of the house. It was an elongated domed structure made from lightweight aerated concrete with nodules for two other bedrooms and the master bedroom. Each bedroom had its own bathroom.
The garage was off the kitchen and doubled as a workout space. Two punching bags, a cylindrical and a bulbous air-filled bag hanging from a bar. There were also free weights and a bench, plus floor mats.
The living room, dining area, and kitchen were all contained in one open space. Each section held rustic wooden furniture. The living room couch and chairs were cushioned with extra pillows for additional comfort. The floor was polished concrete with low maintenance area rugs.
Skylights and windows let in natural light during the day with lighted ceiling fixtures for after dark. The house was powered and heated by geothermal energy. With the national grid down for a century, each home needed its own energy source.
“What do you think?” Stalker asked when he finished explaining everything.
“It makes my one-room flat in Starport City look like a closet. And those bedrooms are huge.”
“One for girls and one for boys,” he said, “with room to partition them off as they get older and require more privacy.”
“Just how many children do you think we will have?”
“I was hoping for at least two, but I knew it would be something we would decide together. Until then, we have guest rooms if we ever need them.”
“Very diplomatic,” she said with a smile, looking up at him. “I am still getting used to the idea that I have a sexy cyborg mate I barely know. There is still a part of me asking myself if I am out of my mind to make that commitment after getting laid once for the first time in about eight years.”
“You regret that?” Stalker’s brows knit in a troubled frown.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m just not that impulsive---especially not about men. Then you came along, Mister Tall, Dark and Hot, and I am practically begging you to fuck me.”
“Because we are genetic mates. Your body recognizes that even before your mind.”
“I get that. It’s just a little unsettling,” she said, taking his hand in both of hers. “You are not like most of the cyborgs I have met. They were made cyborgs because of war injuries. They are not brainwashed to have only one genetic mate.”
“Many are not happy about their transformations,” Stalker said. “They consider themselves less than human, and they didn’t get the therapy we received after the war ended. They chose not to. My kind didn’t have a choice.”
“But you are not complaining?”
“It was, at times, a painful process as our emotions were no longer suppressed. Their psychotherapy gave us the peace we would not have otherwise.”
