He fell flat on top of her. Their breaths were in deep sync with each other as they felt the intensity of their first peak in union. Her core was still beating and pumping vigorously and he groaned with the pleasure of it. She was so soft under him and knew that she won't be able to support his weight any longer.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and in a swift turn, he put her on top of him without pulling himself out of her sheath. Mica moaned when his member moved inside her. She slowly lifted herself up. Her pelvis quivered and he groaned in reaction.
She stared at him quizzically and moved her hips again. When he made another sound it seemed she was enthralled. Her new discovery was put into an action right away. She slid up her pelvis causing his penis to rub out of her. He had his eyes closed as if enduring an unimaginable pain but she knew that it was a different kind of ache that she was giving him. She continued to move her pelvis. Moving upwards just to plunge downward in a smooth move with her lubricated opening and his the previous cum still afresh.
The control she had over him made gave her more energy to move, it was tiring but the sensation was over powering. It was different when he was entering her, it was a different sense of fulfillment.
His hands moved into her waist as if giving support to her to carry on moving. She put her own hands on his belly and felt the muscles contracting under her palms. He really is nowhere near a cyborg, he was steely but warm and so alive inside her she can blow up any second. And sooner than she thought the word a final plunge brought her to ecstasy and her cum flowed out covering his erect member.
But she didn't feel the blast of his cum inside her, realizing that he didn't come.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled when she lay flat once again over his chest. "I came too fast." It was painful but he can't blame her. He must say that it was a pretty awesome routine what she did and that made him wanting more and not coming when she did. Never the less the feeling of unfulfilled lust was burning in his mid region.
He started moving beneath her. An 'oh' left her lips when he begun moving and went in and out of her from beneath. A rhythmic pumping that was twice as tiring than usual.
"Just a little bit more." He said in a labored breathing as she just lay on top of him accommodating him fully as he sought to peak at last. "I just can't get enough of you." He murmured in her ears.
"Fair enough," she answered back.
Flushed and drained she captured his release inside her womb. It was satisfaction she had never felt before and he wondered if sex had been made so wonderful as what he just had.
As soon as the second orgasm ebbed, she felt consciousness slip off her mind. She didn't even attempt to roll away from him as his warm comfort sooth her aching pleasured body. She didn't want to think. She'll just do that tomorrow when she awakes. Maybe by then everything will be indeed nothing but a short a sweet dream.
Lundi adjusted her thighs in hope to make her more comfortable. Her pelvis was still pressed against him and god knows when was the last time he got hard on for this long over a single woman. It was still back on his teen years when every woman with slightly large tits could make him cum.
Yes, you read it right. I had my teen years and that wasn't my first time either as I was suppose to be a new model of a robot. I am indeed a man of flesh and blood, far from anything mechanical and electrical. The reasons of my presence in a guise as one of Kronos' robot boyfriend are a part of the truth that is yet to be revealed.
Mica, what a sweet name.
Having her sleep on top of me was a murderous. She was breathing right over the place where she took a pleasure of nibbling and taunting earlier. Her breath makes me remember with every fan of air how close I was too orgasm by just one act of a total virgin. It's been half an hour and sleep still won't visit me. He wanted to fall unconscious lest he would disturb Mica from her exhausted sleep. His other head was starting to do the thinking. But he isn't so heartless to ask more from her, at least for the rest of the night. And though it pains him to move her away from his body the need to get far was growing.
He slowly slid her down on his right side, gently laying her down comfortably as much as possible. She squirmed a bit in protest from being peeled off from her comfy cushion. He couldn't help but smile at the little crease that formed on her forehead. Mica's beautiful faced and naked holy body was right before his eyes and he could feel his penis begging him. He turned quickly away before his inconsiderate lust gets the better of him.
He hurriedly went to the bathroom to let cold water wash off the creeping heat in his body. Her image lingered in his vivid memory, the sensual sleeping face, her swollen lips, the proud mound of her breast, her flat belly, and god those shapely legs that would make any man want to be her foot stool--they appear in his eyes as if she was right in front of him, moaning and gasping for him alone. The sprinkle of the overhead shower reminds him of her lips that nibbled in his skin and the light touches of her clumsy hands. It was a loosing battle against himself. He leaned forward on the wall as if the thought of her was making his body weak against a well-known heat. He felt silly with how his body was acting like a boy who's just stepping in to puberty.
He slightly strokes his erect member. At first he stroke it like calming a wailing boy, but this boy was crying out for release and it was the kind of pain you love to sooth as soon as possible. The rush of the water covered the whimper and groans that escapes his throat as his hand grew to a rapid stroke around his cock, in his mind it was her doing him the pleasure. He shuddered as he climaxed, the cum washed away by the running water. He was panting and embarrassment at his own act covered him but the relief after the release had undeniably made him feel a lot better.
He toweled dry and wrapped himself before finally going out. She was still sleeping soundly on the carpeted floor. An image of a goddess teasing him very closely. But he had to get himself under control. She needed to get to the bed or else she would be cursing him tomorrow for the sore body she'll be getting. He lifted her gently and carried her to her room with ease if not for averting his eyes away from her body that he's softly touching. Lundi laid her down and as he did he saw that she still had stains between her thighs. He must be sadistic but he felt triumphant at the sight of it. It was a definite symbol that he was the first man in her life and somehow there's nagging feeling inside that he didn't want anyone else to get second place. He wanted it to be a one-man race.
He battled between cleaning her up or let lay on the bed undisturbed. He can't really be confident to touch her more than what's just mostly necessary, and to let his hand slide between her legs doesn't really make the cut. Besides, he somehow wants to let the mark linger on her body even if it was only for his eyes. He tucked her snugly under her blanket and she whimpered in delight.
Taking several steps away, he gazed at her small face peeking out. He then went out and headed for the living room. Inside the box where he came from he pushed a tiny hole that opened a small compartment at the top of the box. He pulled out a small device that apparently was a laptop. Within seconds he was typing unceasingly, the screen was slightly reflected on his face. For the rest of the night it was the rhythmic sound of the keys that lulled him in the darkness.
When morning broke, her lower body immediately showed signs of what the previous night had been. Small traces of crimson were smudge in her bedding. The fact that she can't also move her body with the ache it produces can't be missed. She looked around and found what she was looking for was nowhere in sight. Mica pulled herself up and a whimper escaped her throat. She didn't imagine it would be this bad.
A mere second after her whimper Lundi came rushing in to her room.
Mica smiled sheepishly. "Good morning."
"Good morning little minx!" He was wearing the same shorts that she gave him yesterday though the shirt never made it into his back. He came closer to her and she was almost puckering her lips anticipating a flush kiss but his lips landed on her forehead.
"You have work today." He whispered.
That made her eyes lashed to the wall clock across her bed. It was 7 am and her shift starts at quarter to 8, commuting to downtown takes at least half an hour meaning she only have fifteen minutes to prepare. She sprung up her bed and for a second winced in pain. She didn't care that she was running around naked in her room with Lundi watching her carefully. She was just about to slip in her underwear when she noticed the red stains again. She growled in frustration and run out of the room to head for the bath. Lundi followed her with a chuckle. In two minutes she finished the fastest shower in written history. She was out and running again and with barely a minute to spare she was spearing out the door. But even before she stepped out, Lundi swung her back and wrapped her in a hungry kiss that took her by surprise. She wasn't able to resist him and found herself answering his fervent kiss. But he cut the kiss short right when her knees were buckling beneath her.
"We'll continue that later," he teased while steadying her up.
"Shut up!" I scoffed at him in embarrassment. "My body's aching so bad I swear I'll never do it again!" I violently shut the door behind me and ran for the bus stop. It was painful but she needed to get to work on time or risk being nagged by her widower boss.
She was panting hard upon reaching the backdoor of the shop. She was greeted by one of her coworker who was changing into her uniform. She was working at a copy centre. It was the kind of job that doesn't allow the staff to take a seat whenever inside the building. She quickly grabbed an apron and started with the morning duties hoping that the manager wont notice that she's 5 minutes late.
Just after a few minutes the store opened, stream of customers started pouring in. She was usually quick with jobs that most of the patrons noticed her slower phase. Some asked whether she was feeling sick but another commented that she actually look different, 'with more color on the cheek and extra sparkle in the eyes' another noticed that she look really different with plumping lipstick. She blushed furiously and tried to hide her face from embarrassment. Her silence just caused more heated conference amongst the customers that was obviously disliked by her manager. She tried her best to focus on what she was doing and just smiled to every question thrown her way. And like that her shift ended after five hours of grilling. After saying goodbye to an annoyed manager she was almost crawling her way into the staff room. She was able to ignore the pain earlier with all the work she had to do but now that everything's done was when the searing ache took full control. Her hips feel like falling off.
She was cursing Lundi in her head when she opened the staff exit that she didn't immediately noticed the cause of all the commotion leaning by the wall.
"You did a good job today." He spoke while standing away from the wall.
She didn't get the chance to be shock from his sudden appearance because right after saying that he lifted her up and carried her.
"I'm impressed you hold up that long. But I can't let you suffer more than that." He said as he started walking without looking at her. She was struck dumb and like a mute stayed silent in his familiar arms.
It was definitely eye catching and embarrassing to be carried by Lundi at the busy street but no protest made its way out of her lips. Lundi at his magnificence caught women of all ages at his feet and the men eyed him with envy not because he was carrying me but because he was looking extremely cool with an embarrassing act such as this.
We remained silent all through the walk to the bus stop. When the bus came he continued to carry me. The people on the bus were all silent as we were. Lundi paid the fare, which amazed me, as he knows how to take the bus.
I expected to sit on my own but was shocked when he cradled me on his lap. I squirmed a bit but he stilled me.
"It's easier this way when we get off." He said in a low voice. "Are you uncomfortable?" He looked at me with obvious concern.
It was kind of funny to be asked that now. The walk from my job up to now should be considered shamefully uncomfortable but I shook my head. He sighed and smiled as if in relief. His smile made me weak. I leaned into his chest and listened to the rhythmic beat.
"You have a heart?"
He gave me a startled look. It took him several seconds before answering. "Of course, one that's all for you." He said that was immediately followed by cooing sounds from some teenagers sitting near us. I was about to say something else but I felt his hand massaging the back of my thigh. The circular motion pushed the thoughts out my head and allowed all nerves to focus on that little movement. I whimpered.
Shocked with my own voice I clamored to cover my mouth but he beat me to it when he pulled me closer to his chest. I just knew he was smiling when I let out another whimper on his chest. His finger glided higher on the back of my thigh until it reached the center of my pants. I bit the cloth of his shirt hoping I got some of his skin too. The presence of the rough jeans on me became a debate whether it was a gift or a curse. He was so good with what he was doing I can't figure out whether I want more or make him stop else I'll shock the sanity out of me. I could feel the warmth of his skin and embarrassing as it may be the wanton heat in me was making all of me succumb to his will. I was growing sensitively weaker and he was obviously having the time of his life being the cause of it all. I shivered as he let my backrest at the window freeing his right hand. I jolted when I felt his warm palm going under my blouse.
I wanted to clobber his hands away from me but all of a sudden his hands moved away from my heating skin, as it seems we had reached our stop. I looked up at him with what I hope to be a piercing look enough to kill but I got a kiss on the nose in return.
Heck, I've done nothing but be swept away in his phase. It was frustrating and unliberating for someone like me. I've been living on my own for five years now and had been making decision for myself for that long but now with this man everything just seemed to be worth nothing.
He eased off the bus as gracefully as how he entered it, leaving other passengers in stricken silence and jaw dropping awe.
In a couple of minutes we found ourselves standing inside the apartment. He kicked the shoes he was wearing, one that I have no idea where he got. I don't remember seeing the box he came in with a wardrobe extension.
He didn't budge after. He just stood there still carrying me by the close door.
"What's wrong?" I asked. I looked up at him and saw that his forehead was in a crease as if deeply contemplating something.
"Where do we go from here? Bed, bathroom, or sofa being the nearest?" He asked me quite seriously.
Laughter got the best of me first.
"Why not the kitchen?" I blurted out.
His eyes brightened up, glistening in obvious delight.
"It was just a joke mister," I squealed as he began striding for the kitchen.
"Jokes are half-meant." He smirked.
Crimson flowed on my face and I unconsciously bit my lower lip.
"Seeing that you're seducing me is a just proof." He said as he eased me down on my feet.
I regained a bit of control when my feet felt the security of solid matter. "No one is seducing you. Don't mistake your malfunctions to impossible realities, Lundi." I spat.
But once again my scoffs and scorn seemed to miss him as he just snaked his arms around my waste and pulled me close to him once more.
"And there I was imagining you over the counter top." He grinned and I furiously blushed.
"To be sexually manipulated between a stove and a sink was never part of any of my dreams." I sounded weaker than what I hoped for.
"How bout over a dining table?" I was pressed closer as if he wanted our body to mold together.
I am way shorter than him that I really have to strain my neck to look at him eye to eye. Having to look at him from that angle can make any woman weak in the knees. That fact put me in a more disadvantageous position. I was being led by his pheromones perfectly over his lap.
"Not in a million year." I hissed as my hands grabbed a handful of his shirt to hold unto.
He smiled sweetly.
"At least you didn't say never."
"Ill never live that long. Do that with another woman." The last words I said unexpectedly sent a twinge of pain.
"Oh no sweetness, my dining table is reserved only for you." He said as he picked me up by the thigh and rest each on the sides of his waist. I spontaneously crossed them on his back.
"How reassuring." He didn't have to do anything else to further tease me with flirtatious words I knew he was programmed to say. I lunged forward and capture his lips in a punishing kiss that I know of.
He groaned as he clamored to support the sudden shift in balance. At that sound from deep in his throat I forgot that I was suppose to punish him the next thing I realize I was striving to feed my own fire with every groan he let out.
A thud captured my ears as he finally fell on the floor when I scraped his upper gum with my tongue. It appears that he was made sensitive in such an unexpected area of his body. His creator must really be a genius and a serious pervert. But that fall reverberated into my body though he cushioned me. I felt the pain from the previous excursion I had.
"Babe," he was pleading when I moved a bit away from him when I winced in pain. It was another kind of face from him, something that signifies my power over him for once.
She was in pain. I was in pain. It was two different kind of ache but the cause was the same.
I wished she didn't kiss me like that. I was planning to let her rest for the day but with just a minute of lip locking I was hard as steel. She was like a potent potion that creeps inside my body in lightning speed, a poison I welcome to consume me.
"I can't stop now." I begged like a thirsty man for water.
"I can't even move." She sounded frustrated.
I stared at her with a knot forming on her brow. I leaned over and kissed them straight.
"Don't worry. I'll make it work." I lifted her up in a jiffy and hurried to her room. She was being cooperative when she clung close to me while I was carrying her and immediately let go upon touching the bed.
I sat her on the bed and one by one released each button of her blouse. She watched attentively.
"I'll do everything," I winked at her and she nodded obediently. I brushed the blouse open and watched the creamy skin reveal itself right before my eyes. After a few more seconds I reached for the snap of her bra. She arched her body closer for my reach.
I slid the garment of her shoulders. She was looking intently at me as if waiting for whatever move I'll make. It was the kind of pressure that makes my blood boil welcomely. I came face to face with those two proud mountains once again. The pink buds were like little berries eager to be picked up. She shook her hair loose out of her shoulders.
I gulped at the sight. It was her innocent eyes and oblivious actions that get me really bad. I couldn't move for a second there for the beautiful sight mesmerized me. Slowly I let my hand touched the smooth skin of her neck, slowly traveling down her shoulders, over her collarbone, between her breasts, at the cup of the two and then rested on top of the mountain. It was a thrilling sensation just for my hands itself. I felt like I was seducing myself by looking at my own hands, my mouth ran dry just by watching and felt jealous with the hand.
I moved my hand to her waist and lifted her further on to the bed. She remained silent as if fully taking it to heart and trusting me when I said that I'd do everything. She's definitely lovely just like that but sexier when her lips are moving.
She made a slight quiver when my hands slid over her navel. I played around the awkwardly small belly button as she gasped for air every time I brushed lower.
I can't take my eyes off her. She was trying her best to be quiet and the effort was making her more sensitive and alluring. The little throws her hair was just a picture of a magical sight. I sucked in my breath when she opened her once tightly close eyes to gaze at me. It was soft and gentle but at the very same time hungry and fervent.
I slid a finger under the fly of her pants. She sucked in her stomach to give ease in removing the jeans. My movement caught phase as I go along. I pulled her pants and the last garment in one swift movement.
She was in her full glory.
The want to strip and claim her body as mine alone was getting stronger. She was looking ripe and sweet and ready but god knows how sore she is.
"How can someone look so beautiful?" I murmured as I gaze at her.
"Zip it, mister." She hissed weakly.
She's humble.
"You must be a sin."
"Fucking a 17 yr old is punishable by law... at least for humans." She grumbled.
I should have been taken aback by the crude words but found myself seduced all the more.
"Dirty words just don't suit you." I whispered. "Let me wash you up, sweetness." I dived into her mouth as soon as I can. Tasting every corner, making it a point to not miss a single corner. She was intoxicating and I love it.
I knew down the road her age would come up but when I saw her file on Gaku's list I knew I found the right person. Being a minor was a hurdle that instead of jumping over I decided to carry along.
"With complete consent, I think I'll be pardoned."
"Oh yes you'll be if you don't hurry up." She didn't have to say another word. I was just as in hurry as she is.
I traced her face with soft little kisses that made her pant for more. As I moved around her face I found each spot that makes her suck in more air to be sweeter every time. Her neck was exquisitely small, the shoulder blade taste so fragile I can nibble it forever. I was addicted with her smooth narrow shoulders that when I looked at it, it was covered by red spots made by my suckling and nibbling. Definitely, she wont be wearing any sleeveless top in a while.
She was lying straight on the bed with her hands over her head grasping over the pillow far above. Her breast rise up and down every time she inhales and exhales making a seductive show. I was completely lured there next. It was like I wasn't given the chance to decide on which to go for next. I was under her control though I said I'd do everything.
I picked up her two hands and clasped them around my neck lifting her body closer to mine. I captured her left nipple between my teeth, rolling my tongue around it countless of time as she gasped louder.
"I can do this forever." I declared surely. At that moment I realize that she would always be this sweet and that there's definitely something in her voice that just mesmerize my thoughts.
"You'll drive me insane." She answered.
I grinned, glad to hear that I wasn't the only one.
I slid a finger down her groin and dive inside her opening. She arched her back.
"Like that, hon?" I slid another finger inside reveling at the sight of her heated face. She made a little nod. I moved the two fingers inside, giving gentle caress to the walls as my thumb found her clit. She was really getting wet as I feel her inside lubricating smoothly.
It felt so good just to touch her there and memories of the last nights encounter crossed my mind. I licked her shoulder, tracing the red marks I made. I continued rubbing her clit repeatedly until she clamped her thighs shortly after around me hand.
I pulled my fingers out. She was panting while staring at me. I licked the finger covered with her juice.
"You really taste sweet everywhere." I murmured and gave her a flush kiss.
"M-more." she whispered when I let go of her lips.
"Your wish is my command." I slipped from her hands. With wet kisses I slid down to my next favorite. Unlike the last time she willingly opened the way for me. I can feel her nervous hand on my hair though.
I know it took me forever to update. I have a very good excuse.
My laptop crashed about a week ago with all my files. I had to rewrite everything that i have finished writing which is really frustrating.
And i had to type everything in my black jack which is not easy. 47 hundred words typed using small keys is not really ideal.
so here it is, not the best editing because im just tired.