laid a small hand in the center of his chest to make him look at her. He broke off from his contemplation of the scents rising from her skin, the floral of a shower gel used earlier in the day contrasting nicely with the apple scent on her hair and the faint overtones of a deep, exotic musk he assumed was perfume from last night.
Her chocolate brown eyes were dark and sultry—the eyes of a woman who had just been thoroughly loved. His cock, still clasped tight within her silken walls, jerked savagely with the need to do it all over again.
“Do what, little human?”
He sought her lips, but she denied him, turning her head as she pushed at his chest. As heavy as he was, far heavier than a human due to the cybernetic implants that laced his tall frame, she wouldn’t have been able to move him if he hadn’t wanted. Without thinking, he shifted his weight off her, pulling his cock free with a pang of disappointment and a slide of wet seed as he rolled to his side. All the while, the processor in his brain worked out tactics and strategies to get her back where he wanted her, under him writhing in ecstasy.
“This.” She waved her hand vaguely, the movement encompassing them and the bed as she grabbed a towel off the chair near the bed and passed it to him to clean himself up. “The after sex chitchat. I know you’re not real and I’m totally cool with that. You don’t need to pretend.”
Crap. He’d stepped out of the cover story Cyn had set up, albeit at a moment’s notice, for him. But of all the screwed up covers to be operating under. Johnny cursed his stupidity. A tactile person, he normally liked to kiss and cuddle after sex, which didn’t appear to be on the cards as Milly rolled to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Seriously. It’s nice not to have all the chatter. Especially when most of its bullshit anyway.” She gave a small, sad smile that made his heart ache. The expression on her face when she’d turned him down in the club last night suddenly made sense.
Someone had hurt her. Badly. Real badly.
A rush of anger hit him, blindsiding him with its ferocity as she stood up and padded across to the shower alcove. Luckily her back was to him so she didn’t see his features twist into a feral expression as he gripped the sheets in a fist so tight he felt the alloy-strengthened bones beneath his skin creak. It was that or punch a hole in the metal wall by the bed. He didn’t care who the bastard was. He wanted to find the guy and rip him a new one. Hunt him down, break every bone in his worthless body and then tear him a bloody new one.
The alcove door slid shut around her, lights in the shower clicking on and casting her delectable figure into silhouette. Real water ran, rather than the normal deep-space sonic cycle, and the musical sound filled the room as it ran down her body into the drain under her feet. Johnny latched onto the visual, imagining the water caressing her curves. Hitting her shoulders and cascading down her mouthwatering figure, rivulets running across the creamy skin and curving under the plump weight of her tits.
His mouth dried up, cock ramrod straight and aching for action as his balls tightened. Fuck, he wanted…no, he needed her again. Needed to part her legs and bury his cock into her welcoming softness. Needed to watch her as he fucked her, see that dark softness in her eyes as she came, clinging to him in trust. Looking at him as though he was her entire world. A shudder rolled through him. He wanted to be her entire world, wanted to erase the sadness he’d seen lurking in the depths of her eyes.
Decision made, he rolled off the bed and stalked across the small room. He paused for a moment to admire the shapely form highlighted by the warm lights of the shower alcove. Solar lamps, his implants told him as they automatically analyzed the light output, designed to keep humans fit and healthy in deep space when they had no access to natural sunlight.
His reverie didn’t
Her chocolate brown eyes were dark and sultry—the eyes of a woman who had just been thoroughly loved. His cock, still clasped tight within her silken walls, jerked savagely with the need to do it all over again.
“Do what, little human?”
He sought her lips, but she denied him, turning her head as she pushed at his chest. As heavy as he was, far heavier than a human due to the cybernetic implants that laced his tall frame, she wouldn’t have been able to move him if he hadn’t wanted. Without thinking, he shifted his weight off her, pulling his cock free with a pang of disappointment and a slide of wet seed as he rolled to his side. All the while, the processor in his brain worked out tactics and strategies to get her back where he wanted her, under him writhing in ecstasy.
“This.” She waved her hand vaguely, the movement encompassing them and the bed as she grabbed a towel off the chair near the bed and passed it to him to clean himself up. “The after sex chitchat. I know you’re not real and I’m totally cool with that. You don’t need to pretend.”
Crap. He’d stepped out of the cover story Cyn had set up, albeit at a moment’s notice, for him. But of all the screwed up covers to be operating under. Johnny cursed his stupidity. A tactile person, he normally liked to kiss and cuddle after sex, which didn’t appear to be on the cards as Milly rolled to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Seriously. It’s nice not to have all the chatter. Especially when most of its bullshit anyway.” She gave a small, sad smile that made his heart ache. The expression on her face when she’d turned him down in the club last night suddenly made sense.
Someone had hurt her. Badly. Real badly.
A rush of anger hit him, blindsiding him with its ferocity as she stood up and padded across to the shower alcove. Luckily her back was to him so she didn’t see his features twist into a feral expression as he gripped the sheets in a fist so tight he felt the alloy-strengthened bones beneath his skin creak. It was that or punch a hole in the metal wall by the bed. He didn’t care who the bastard was. He wanted to find the guy and rip him a new one. Hunt him down, break every bone in his worthless body and then tear him a bloody new one.
The alcove door slid shut around her, lights in the shower clicking on and casting her delectable figure into silhouette. Real water ran, rather than the normal deep-space sonic cycle, and the musical sound filled the room as it ran down her body into the drain under her feet. Johnny latched onto the visual, imagining the water caressing her curves. Hitting her shoulders and cascading down her mouthwatering figure, rivulets running across the creamy skin and curving under the plump weight of her tits.
His mouth dried up, cock ramrod straight and aching for action as his balls tightened. Fuck, he wanted…no, he needed her again. Needed to part her legs and bury his cock into her welcoming softness. Needed to watch her as he fucked her, see that dark softness in her eyes as she came, clinging to him in trust. Looking at him as though he was her entire world. A shudder rolled through him. He wanted to be her entire world, wanted to erase the sadness he’d seen lurking in the depths of her eyes.
Decision made, he rolled off the bed and stalked across the small room. He paused for a moment to admire the shapely form highlighted by the warm lights of the shower alcove. Solar lamps, his implants told him as they automatically analyzed the light output, designed to keep humans fit and healthy in deep space when they had no access to natural sunlight.
His reverie didn’t
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