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Max shook his head. “They will be settlements of homesteaders like yourself.”
They chatted on the subject while they drank their tea until things fell into an awkward silence. They sat staring at each other, almost mesmerized by the sexual tension reverberating between them.
Falyn knew he wanted her by his longing gaze, yet he didn’t say anything. What was he waiting for? Her one and only sexual encounter was less than stellar, over almost as soon as it started. It had been his first time too. His family had been their nearest neighbor, about two miles away.
They had been lonely teenagers. Jesse thought he loved her. He was a good kisser, though, and good with his hands, so it seemed logical to go to the next step. Her father found out, and she didn’t see Jesse after that.
What she felt with Max, who was also good at kissing, was much more intense. It was becoming hard to sit still. He looked at least as tightly wound as she felt. Why wouldn’t he just say what he wanted? Did he expect her to just know? The unspoken question was on his face, but he couldn’t or wouldn’t say the words.
This was what the avatar must have been scolding him for. They were genetic mates; sex was the logical progression of their relationship. She knew it wasn’t love that was driving the attraction between them. It was biologically driven by those pheromones, whatever they were.
Falyn finally pushed her chair out and stood. Max pushed his chair back but looked to her for instruction. With a playful smirk, Falyn decided what to do.
She walked to his side of the table, slid between Max and the table, and sat down on his lap, facing him. She stifled a moan as she felt his hard cock against her pussy through their clothes.
Falyn slid her hand over his shoulders and around his neck, kissing his mouth lightly. “I want you, and you want me,” she whispered. “Are we going to do anything about it?”
“You wish to breed?” he asked, his breath coming a little faster.
“Don’t you?” she countered. It flared in his eyes before he got the words out.
“Yes, I do.
“Then let’s get naked and do it.” She laughed and kissed him in earnest.
Max might be shy with words, but he wasn’t shy about taking her mouth with his tongue. They kissed long and deeply, Falyn rocking over his erection and pressing her aching breasts tightly against his hard chest. She felt that kiss all the way to her toes, and her core clenched.
When they parted lips, Falyn said, “My bedroom is down that little hall across the living room. That is where I wish to breed.”Fuck me long and hard.
She started to get up. “No, let me,” Max murmured. He stood, gripping her buttocks. “Put your legs around me, and I will take you there.” She liked that idea even better and did as he asked.
Falyn smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, hugging him. “It’s the open doorway at the end.”
“I see it.”
And so did she. Her big strong cyborg mate was painfully shy, at least with her.
Max didn’t let her down immediately, so Falyn raised her head from his shoulder to look into his eyes.
“You are so beautiful!” he assured her, pressing his lips to hers. His kiss was at first sweet and tender, as if he was infusing it with the seeds of love germinating inside him.
Falyn caressed his head and face, sighing as his kiss grew more passionate, their tongues dueling sensually. Max held her tightly, running his hands over her back and shoulders throughout the long, slow kiss. He felt wonderful in her arms and so right.
When he set her on her feet beside the bed, she paused, looking up at him to see if he intended to assist her in undressing. He seemed content to let her take the lead, so she pulled her tunic top off over her head and dropped it on the floor.
“Now, your turn,” she said. “Take off your shirt.”
He pulled it from his black cargo pants' waistband and slid it off his head. His chest was a work of art with chiseled abs, bulging pecs, and biceps. There was just a faint indentation in the middle of his chest where she had shot him.
Feeling a pang of guilt, she stepped close and kissed that fading scar. That emboldened Max to frame her face in his hands and tilt her head to meet his gaze. “I’m okay. You didn’t know I wasn’t there to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
“And I know that now.”
“I want you so much,” Max whispered and kissed her, caressing her lips with his.
“Then let’s do this.” Falyn took a small step back when the kiss ended to resume undressing.
Falyn’s bra was a length of fabric wound around her chest to support her breasts, tied in a bow in the front. Her trousers were made from a coarsely woven fabric with a drawstring at the waist. Instead of panties, she had a strip of cloth tied at the waist on each side. Her shoes were handmade leather moccasins with leather laces to hold them on, but Falyn toed them off before she dropped her pants.
