Page 77 of Dustwalker
His memory called up the sensation of Lara sucking his lip, and his sensors recreated it, though it was only a muted echo that held no meaning without her touch.
Internal systems he hadn’t activated in decades fired to life. He opened his mouth and drew in air. The soft vibration of the pump in his abdomen felt strange after so long. A diagnostics check confirmed there were no leaks; the seals were still functional.
Lara tilted her head, gazing up at him. “Ronin?”
He expelled the air as he dropped his head.
“Wha—” Her voice cut off in a high-pitched gasp when his mouth came down on her sex. “Ronin!”
Her flesh was warm, wet, and fragrant, and he parted her labia with his tongue, spreading her slick, natural moisture. When his lips closed around her budded clitoris, the pump shifted on again, generating suction to raise it into his mouth.
“Ah!” Lara cried out, bucking her hips against his face. “What— Ohfuck!
Lashing her clit with his tongue, he wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her from squirming away.
Her heels pressed into his shoulders, and as he continued sucking and licking her clit, her hands flew to his head. She writhed in his hold, raking his scalp with her nails. His audio receptors picked up the rapid thump of her heart through her thighs, punctuated by her panting breaths.
Every motion, every sound, was a declaration of life.
He reveled in it, reveled in her.
“Ronin, Ronin…” Legs trembling, Lara frantically rocked her pelvis against his mouth. “It’s…it’s too much, but… Oh God, it feels so good. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t… Ah!”
With a hitched, broken sound, she threw her head back as her body tensed. Liquid heat flowed from her, squirting his chin and drippingonto the bedding. Then she released a series of cries as she curled her fingers and tugged his hair, creating prickling pain that crackled across his scalp and faded over a fraction of a second.
Disabling his air pump, he released the suction on her clitoris and didn’t resist the temptation to circle the thrumming bud with his tongue once more. It coaxed another sultry moan from Lara. Her body quivered, and Ronin gazed at her sex, fascinated by the sight. The red curls of her pubic hair were wet with her arousal, her labia were plump, and the muscles of her inner thighs were trembling.
Finally, Lara sagged onto the bed, her hands falling away from his hair.
Ronin wiped his chin on the blanket and lifted his head to look at her. She stared back at him with sparkling eyes, her chest heaving, hair disheveled, and skin flushed.
She raised her arms and beckoned him closer.
Ronin released her thighs and drew himself up, crawling over her. His abdomen brushed over her slick folds. She shivered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Bracing himself on his elbows, he settled a small portion of his weight atop her, pressing his chest against her soft breasts.
“I…didn’t know you could do that,” she said, grazing his jaw with her lips. She rolled her pelvis forward to rub along his shaft.
Tendrils of pleasure flickered across his sensors. “Been no reason to, until now.”
She smiled as she smoothed her hands around his shoulders, across his chest, and down his belly, blazing an electric path over his skin. His processors simulated a dozen possible sensations to determine what her hand would feel like on his penis. When she finally closed her fingers around it and guided the tip into her welcoming body, everything stopped. Thought processes halted, analyses were suspended, calculations ceased. There was only pure sensory input, untainted by interpretation. Only the pleasure of her touch as their bodies united.
Moist heat enveloped him, and her inner muscles contracted as she took him deeper. Her hands roamed around his hips, over his buttocks, following the contours of his back to settle on the backs of his shoulders.
He pumped his hips slowly, measuredly. Sparks crackled at the base of his spine and arced through his body.
Lara stared up at him, and he stared back, noting every tiny changein her—the drooping of her eyelids each time he slid in, juxtaposed by the parting of her lips, the tightening of her grip, the press of her nails against his skin, which somehow enhanced his pleasure.
“Ronin,” she whispered.
She dug her heels into the backs of his thighs and met his rhythmic thrusts, taking him deeper and harder each time. Electric jolts buzzed through his systems.
Lara brushed her lips across his jaw, chin, and mouth as her breathing grew more ragged, broken by her soft moans. “I love the feel of your cock inside me.”
And he could not describe the feel of her around his cock, could not describe the signals buzzing along his sensors and through his processors in response to what they were sharing.
Ronin didn’t act on logic or calculations; mutual pleasure was his only motivation, the only factor he considered. Balancing his weight on one arm, he wrapped the other around her waist, lifted her bottom off the bed, and quickened his pace. The change in angle brought new sensations. The feel of her altered, the points of friction shifted, and her cries became frantic. She dragged her nails down his back and clung to him.
The urgency of her movements fled as her body went taut. She screamed, quivering in his arms, and her sex rippled and constricted around his phallus, blasting it with liquid heat.
