He sweeps me up off my feet as though I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist as we continue to kiss desperately, and he carries me to the bedroom.
* * *
Atticus
My circuits run haywire as my lips crash hungrily against Lucy’s with abandon, the scent of her perfume and the taste of her mouth flooding my sensors. I am completely focused on her. The other programs running in the background are unable to continue and shut down. Every single thought, whether it was installed in me or not, is centered around her.
And how badly I want to please her.
She’s so eager, her legs squeezing around my waist as my hands rest beneath her rear, kissing me with hunger. She knows how excited I already am, deliberately pressing her hips against my hardened cock, trapped beneath my jeans.
My self-control was tethered to whether or not she was receptive. Now she’s all over me, and my gratification drive is running rampant. Warmth spreads through my biocomponents. Every move she makes teases my dick. Hundreds of possibilities race through my thoughts. I want to rip her clothes off, pin her to the wall, and fuck her until the neighbors hear her crying out my name. I want to do thousands of other things.
She’s impatient, whimpering with need as I conquer her mouth again with my tongue. It isn’t enough to fuck her. Any man can fuck like an animal.
I need more.
I need to make her mine the way I am hers, remove any inkling that any man beyond me could love her the way I can and will.
We tumble onto the bed. Her musical laughter fills my ears. She toys with my pants, unfastens them, palms my cock.
“Does it get hard naturally like this?”
“I can initialize it at any time,” I whisper against her mouth, making her giggle. “Or you can. In fact, I prefer thatyoudo.” Gently, I take her wrist with one hand. “Slow down.”
She pouts, then gasps when I softly nip her lower lip and unbutton her shirt, revealing her soft sepia skin. I make a point of kissing every inch of her now bare flesh while my hands work her bra until it falls undone. She tosses it across the room, her supple breasts spilling into view.
She moans as I flick my tongue over her nipple, my thumb toying and twisting the other until it pebbles against my fingers. “Atticus...” Every time she whispers my name, my restraint is tested. “Hurry.”
Normally, such a command would cause me to act swiftly. But there’s no uncomfortable pulse from an inhibitor chip to remind me I am owned.
“No.” I slowly shed my shirt, then pull her pants down, inch by inch, over the softness of her thighs. “There’s no rush. I want to take my time.”
Lucy is utterly beautiful, but lying here naked on her bed she’s beyond glorious. I take a moment to drink her in: the soft swell of her breasts as they rise and fall with every breath taken, her braids spread all around her. I graze my fingertips over her legs and spread them, gazing at the soft patch of black curls above her folds.
As though finally giving in to my insistence for patience, she relaxes. Her brown eyes dance in the low light of her bedroom as she slowly, deliberately stretches, arching her back and posing for me. Tantalizing me.
“Helen of Troy,” I repeat softly, admiring her. “I wasn’t wrong in my comparison. There isn’t a woman in this entire world that could hope to match you. In beauty, or in spirit.”
“I think you’re exaggerating a bit. I’ve seen bionic women. They’re gorgeous.”
“And there are thousands of the exact. Same. Model.” I lean down and kiss her, just below the navel. “There’s only one of you.”
Her eyes are wide, jaw slack. “Atticus...”
I lie next to her, pulling her on top of me. “I want you to sit on my face.”
The declaration takes her off guard. She stares at me wide-eyed and astonished. “But what if I hurt you?”
I laugh. “You definitely won’t hurt me.”
Her temperature rises, according to my vital scans. “I haven’t shaved.”
“I don’t care.” Curling my arms around her thighs, I pull her up to where my head rests upon the mountain of pillows that lay against her headboard. She’s being shy, tentative, her soft brown folds positioned just above me.
“Relax.” I press soft kisses up her inner thigh. “Don’t worry. Put your weight on me.” I slowly pull her down a little further, and she gasps. I nuzzle her, breathing her in, and flick my tongue along the velvet outline of her slit as I reach around her legs and gently grasp her ass. She grasps the headboard as I lightly push her just a little more, encouraging her to take control.
I want her to ride me, just like this. I guide the gentle grinding of her hips, drinking her in, licking and teasing her clit.
