Page 16 of The Cyborg Way
“Guide you?”
“Through all the things I haven’t experienced.”
Their bodies were close enough that she actually felt his cock jerk at her words, and she pressed even closer. His face was so tortured that she almost felt sorry for him, but then he groaned and kissed her, and her sympathy vanished in a haze of delight.
His mouth was hard, demanding, and she melted into it, meeting him eagerly. His hand slid down to her ass and he lifted her easily into his arms, bringing her face up to his for more of those hot, hungry kisses. Her legs parted automatically to circle his waist, and she sighed with pleasure as her swollen clit rubbed against the ridged muscles of his abdomen. She wiggled against him, trying to relieve the throbbing ache, and he helped her, the big hand on her ass rocking her against his body until another one of those short, sharp bursts of pleasure rushed over her.
“Responsive little bird,” he murmured approvingly as he finally raised his head.
She knew she was blushing, but she didn’t care, the ache already beginning to return.
“More, please.”
“I thought we were going to have dinner.”
It was a half-hearted protest at best, and she grinned at him.
“Later. Now take me to my—what did you call it? Oh, yes, my nest.”
“Are you sure? I will not take this… lightly.”
“Good. Neither will I.” She leaned closer and brushed a quick, gentle kiss against that hard mouth. “I know what I’m doing, Levi. I want this. I want you.”
He shuddered, then quickly carried her across the room to the bed. Henry suddenly trilled again, but she wagged her finger at him over Levi’s shoulder.
“Hush now. I’m fine.”
He tilted his head, then hopped up into her new plant and settled down amidst the branches.
“Only fine, little bird?” Levi murmured provocatively as he placed her on her feet next to the bed.
Before she could respond, he lifted her dress up over her head, leaving her in her plain white bra and panties. They were nothing special but he didn’t seem to care, his gaze warm and appreciative.
“You are so beautiful.”
His rough finger traced the upper swell of her breasts above the edge of her bra, and she shivered with anticipation. He circled a pebbled nipple, making her clit pulse with excitement, and she reached back impatiently and unhooked her bra. His big, warm hands briefly covered her breasts before he shocked her by lifting her again, higher this time, high enough to fasten a hot, wet mouth over a throbbing nipple. Her back arched as he sucked hard, each pull of his mouth throbbing in her swollen clit.
She was on the verge of another climax when he pulled free and put her back on her feet, groaning as he looked down at her now red and distended nipples.
“Was I too rough? I am having a hard time remaining in control.”
“Not at all.” Her nipples ached, but from arousal, not pain. “And you don’t need to be in control.”
“I do. You placed your trust in me.”
“And you’re doing exactly what I want,” she said firmly. “But it’s your turn to take off your clothes.”
He hesitated for a second and she was afraid that his overdeveloped conscience would object, but then he toed off his boots, stripped off his shirt, and discarded his pants. She cast a brief glance at that broad, impressive chest before her gaze dropped to his cock and her mouth went dry. Huge and swollen, the wide head dark red and already gleaming.
She automatically reached for him, but her fingers couldn’t even close around the thick shaft. He didn’t seem to mind, his hand tightening over hers as he urged her to stroke him. His skin was surprisingly smooth, almost silky beneath her touch despite the rigid shaft, and she hummed appreciatively. Her thumb slipped over the head, feeling the slickness coating it, and he groaned again. This time it was appreciation rather than regret.
“You are not helping my control, little bird.”
“Good. Can I… taste you?”
His cock jerked beneath her hand, but he shook his head.
“Later.”
