Page 121 of Even Robots Die
There is a playful light that appears in Florentine’s eyes at my taunt, and I welcome it with a smile.
It might be as tight as my cock is hard, though.
I should have known that she would have never let me stay dressed if she was naked, I just hoped that I could stay contained a bit longer because my self control is fraying at the edges, and I don’t know how long I’ll still be able to contemplate her luscious curves before the need to sink my cock into her is too great.
I try to reach for her shoulders so I can wash her—that was my initial idea, but now I see how it's backfiring—but she pushes my hands away and grabs the bottom of my shirt instead.
There should be no time for any of this, but Florentine seems to be mesmerized by what she’s doing, as if she doesn’t truly believe that this is reality.
Slowly she removes my shirt and I raise my arms above my head to help her; she struggles a bit with the material sticking to my skin, but then she seems content with just my shirt off because instead of removing my belt immediately after, she lets her hands slide on my chest and then abs, exploring my body like I want to do with hers,letting her nails trail the dips of my muscles like she’s mapping them to imprint them in her memory.
But now she’s getting dangerously close to my belt and I can’t have this.
So I grab her wrists and bring them to the small of her back, and once there, I hold them in one of my hands.
“You’re not playing fair, Miss-not-so-Furious anymore,” I tell her. “Is your plan to torture me?”
I don’t let her answer. I claim her mouth in a bruising kiss and when she comes up for air, I ravish the side of her throat—well, as much as I can without letting my fangs do more than just graze her skin.
I pepper her skin with wet kisses and lick my way to her nipples, one after the other. If this is all I’ll get today, I’m going to make it last.
“Who is torturing who now, mister big bad bat?” she asks me out of breath.
She wants torture? I can give her that …
I switch the hand around her wrists to my left one so I can bring the right one to her breasts. I toy with her some more before I let that hand slip between her breasts and caress her until I reach her stomach and then I move my fingers to the inside of one thigh with slow caresses, move up and then move to the other thigh. Each time, I get closer and closer to her cunt and each time I hear her hold her breath.
But I’m not done with her.
“I’m going to release your hands,” I tell her as I pop her nipple out from between my lips. “Put them on my shoulders.”
And then I drop to my knees in front of her, and slip her right leg over my arm and kiss from the inside of her knee to the edge of her cunt, my fingers still tracing lines of caresses on her thighs without ever touching her where she wants me.
I switch her legs and start the same process again, and when I finally reach her cunt this time, she’s trembling from anticipation.
She hasn’t said a word, though, as if anything other than the water falling from the showerhead to break the silence would unravel the spell we cast around ourselves.
Her hands on my shoulders are doing all the talking for her. Her nails are starting to dig under my skin as if she’s trying to restrain herself from forcing my mouth to make her come.
I blow on her clit before letting my fingers finally slip between her lips and I hear her swear from above me and when I look up, her face is tilted toward the ceiling and the water is falling down her breasts like an offering to me.
So I slip two of my fingers inside of her cunt and suck on her clit at the same moment, and I feel her cunt squeeze my fingers at the invasion.
“Look at me, Furious. I don’t want you to doubt who is eating you out right here, right now,” I tell her, my lips a breath away from the bundle of nerves she wants me to take care of so badly.
She looks at me with fury for having stopped and I blow on her clit again and curl my fingers inside of her in answer.
She closes her eyes in pleasure, and I stop moving my fingers and stay away from her clit.
“Good girl,” I tell her when she opens her eyes again and meets my stare.
And then I’m back with my mouth on her, my tongue slowly toying with her clit and my fingers pumping inside of her in tandem.
But I can see it in her eyes that she needs this to be faster, harder and that I need to overwhelm her sensations if I want to make her come, so I add a third finger and I keep getting faster and faster, my tongue almost vibrating with the speed of a bat.
The little moans I get out of her progressively rise in intensity and volume and Florentine doesn’t care anymore about being silent or breaking any spell between us, because my name is like a prayer on her lips. Then she goes perfectly quiet and still for a couple secondsbefore the next moan sounds almost like a roar and her cunt squeezes my fingers in a tight grip as she comes on my hand and lips.
I stand from my position on the ground and kiss her. It’s softer and less urgent than our other kisses so far. I still demand entrance and our tongues tangle in a sensual dance until Florentine can’t breathe anymore and I have to take a step back.
