I laugh, a bit bashful. A lot emotional. “It’s funny, I thought she looked a little like you,” I say.
He twists his lips. “The blue skin, maybe. But her nose is all you.”
I stare at her, Elena. Our daughter. Someday, she’s going to make us both very happy.
He’s right. Her nose is just like mine. Actually, it’s a little like my dad’s nose.
He rubs my shoulders, rhythmically digging into simulated muscle tissue and the very real knots that have formed inside them. I’ll have to get those fixed sometime soon, but he’s really working wonders on them.
“How about we head to the bedroom,” he says.
I yawn and lean into his fingers for some last-second pleasure. “Sounds good. I don’t feel too tired, but I know I’ll feel it in the morning if I stay up. I should probably get some sleep,” I say.
He kisses the top of my head. Then near my ear.
Then I feel his tongue slide around the lobe, dragging down and around the curve of my neck. Goosebumps form across my skin, and a shiver causes my arms to push up and out.
“You know, you could always just hack your exhaustion away,” he says.
I bite my lower lip and glance at him through my peripheral. His hands move over my shoulders, fingers trickling around my breasts.
“On second thought, I could probably stay up an extra hour or two,” I moan and chuckle.
“Or three,” he says.
My smile extends across my face, and I nod. Slowly, he rolls
up the bottom of my shirt, dragging it over my head, exposing me to the frigid air under the vents.
Walking to my front, he leans over and kisses, snaking his tongue into my mouth, enjoying me for the hundredth time this week.
Somehow, our journey still feels like yesterday. I don’t think that’ll ever change. And if it does, I’ll write over that bit of code.
Easy as pie.
“Your tongue tastes good,” he says. “Sweet, like sugar.”
“Be careful. You might overdo it,” I say.
He smirks. “How about we add some cock to the flavor?”
I can’t say no to something so hot. Kalxor has always been willing to play dirty, but lately, he’s been diving in deeper and deeper.
I have to admit, it’s really fucking sexy.
I pout my lips, playing the role of pretty, dumb, and begging for cum. “Yeah? You want to give me that hard cock, baby?”
He growls, sinking his mouth over one breast, tongue circling the nipple, sucking me, teasing me.
“I need to fill you,” he says.
The wonderful thing about robots is we can last all night.
I latch three fingers underneath his belt, pulling him closer, forcing him to straddle me over the chair. Fumbling the leather out of each loop, I get to his silver belt buckle, a round image of a snake.
I gaze up at him, mouth dropping, surprised as I always am with him. The zipper comes down, the button clicks through the denim, and my hand brings his cock out of its natural habitat.
It’s wild, almost violent in size and girth. As soon as I start to stroke, a teaspoon of pre-cum drips down his shaft, falling onto the tip of my tongue. I curl it inside my mouth, savoring the salt for potential famine, and that’s when I know I can’t wait any longer.