Page 49 of The Protector
“Me too.” He touched my nose with his and pressed another kiss to my lips and slowly, while holding our gazes locked, he pulled back and slid his hand under my t-shirt. The feel of his hand on my naked skin was forbidden, and felt so different from my own touch when he slid it over my thigh, my hip, my belly and finally made a sound in his throat when he cupped my right breast. “A perfect handful,” he muttered and kissed me again. “One day, I’ll kiss your nipple and bury my head between your breasts.”
I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off with another kiss and released my breast. “Don’t say anything,” he muttered against me, and from the way he was breathing harder and moving faster I knew he had accepted that this was as far as I’d let him go.
Boulder was making love to me on my conditions. He wasn’t inside me but he was grinding himself against me and moving up and down my body while we were kissing.
“Fuck,” he said and pumped harder, pressing my legs further apart and grunting into my ear. “You’re my wife, and soon I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
His words freaked me out, but with his large body pressing me into the mattress and his state of arousal I couldn’t do much. Fortunately, it only took a few seconds before he stiffened and leaned his head back roaring “Fuuuuck, yes.”
I pushed at him then and was relieved when he rolled onto his back away from me.
“What did you do? Why did you scream like that?”
Boulder had his eyes closed and was panting. His broken arm resting on his chest and the other on his forehead.
I looked down at myself and noticed a wet spot on my front and then my eyes flew to his pants. He had a large wet spot in front too. At first I was confused because I’d never experienced a male sex-bot behave like Boulder just did, but then I realized what had just happened. “You ejaculated.”
He replied with a deep exhale.
“I’ve learned about this in school. Men have a component needed to create babies, and they take it to fertility clinics where women ready to take on the role of motherhood will receive that gift.”
Boulder opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me. “Children are supposed to be a creation of love,” he said. “I read that in a book and I like to imagine I too was a creation of love.”
“Of course you were,” I said quickly. “We grow up with dedicated parents who care very much about us, and even Nboys are loved fiercely while they’re with us. I guarantee that your mother and other adults showered you with love and care before you left the Motherlands”
“I don’t remember, but one thing is for sure, Christina,” he said and got up from the bed. “Now you know.”
“Know what?”
“What kissing feels like.”
I sat up too and pulled my knees to my chest. “That thing you said, you didn’t really mean it, did you?”
“What thing?” He walked to a closet and picked out a new pair of pants.
“The last thing, about me being your wife and you wanting to do a certain thing to me.”
“What? Oh… that.” Boulder scratched his head. “That’s just dirty talk.”
“Dirty talk?”
“Yeah, you know, something you say when you’re horny.”
I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. “I know what horny means,” I said. “But does that mean you didn’t mean it?”
He chuckled and came closer. “Are you asking me if I would like to fuck you hard?”
“No.” I looked away.
“Hey,” he sat down on the bed next to me. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Just tell me you didn’t mean it.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I really want to.”
