“I don't think I'd survive a love bite from you,” she said, her lips creeping up into a small smile. “You don't want to eat me, do you?”
Netto squeezed her waist and the heat of his touch burned her with anticipation. Rylie kept glancing down at his cock and then his eyes, as they both held equal sway over her. His erection remained a heady barrier between them. There was a need inside her to be mounted on the bulge inches away from her core.
“You wouldn't and I don't want to eat you. It's not like that.” His eyes said anything but.
“I'm glad,” she laughed softly. She wasn't sure what to do next and it seemed that Netto didn't want to hold a conversation. But neither of them made a move. She warred with herself to do it, to touch him, to lean up and kiss him again. To wrap her hands around his shaft and press a kiss to his tip. But she didn't have the courage and as the silence lengthened between them. Rylie didn't have the strength to fight off the awkwardness. Her fingers twitched on his chest and she could swear that she heard the joints creak from the strain.
“What now?”
Rylie cocked her head and pursed her lips.
He shifted until they were nearly chest to chest, making her look up to keep their gaze locked.
“Whatever you want.” It came out low and filled with promise. Reckless promise.
“Let go of me.”
His fingers dug into her skin and he closed his eyes before he loosened his hold enough for her to stand. Rylie glanced down to see his fists clenched on either side of his lap.
“Whatever I want? You promise?”
“Yes,” Netto answered with a rasp. The butterflies melted into amber and they burned her from the inside out. Rylie took a deep breath, gripped her shirt, and pulled it over her head. She tucked her fingers into her shorts and shimmied out of them, taking her underwear along with it.
He didn't move. She held his gaze. Her bra went next.
“You promise?” she asked again.
His eyes flashed blue, and not the light blue that she was used to, but a dark, deep indigo blue, a royal blue that emphasized the strong features of his face. They cast enough light to illuminate her skin.
“I promise.” His tongue came out and licked his lips. She put her hands on his shoulders and climbed back onto his lap.
She knew she was average, all-around average, perfectly ordinary, but she felt like the most beautiful woman in the universe in that moment. Netto was being so gentle, yielding, and it made her comfortable.
Netto would keep his promise to allow her to set the pace. He would never do anything to hurt her.
Her lips touched his in a whisper of a kiss, light and airy, soft and slow. She savored the taste of him until he slid his hands along her body and across her naked back. His fingers were hot as they caressed up her spine, over her shoulders, then back down, leaving warm trails behind.
She touched her forehead to his chest as he began to knead some of her aches away.
“That feels good.”
Rylie leaned further into her Cyborg and pressed her chest against his. His hands stilled on her back. She was killing both of them with her ineptitude. Everything about her hurt, her muscles, joints, and tendons were on fire and it wasn’t medicine she needed nor wanted. It was the blue Cyborg she straddled.
She closed her eyes and moved her hands down his abs, her nails scraping over the outlines of healing flesh until they descended to his pelvis. Netto didn’t move. Her hands hovered over his erection. Rylie looked down between them, her hair in wavy strands on either side of her cheeks.
Her sex clenched and tingled as she stared at Netto’s enormous erection. The tip pointed upward and leaned against his lower stomach. Netto was right. Despite being endowed with a length she never thought humanly possible, his girth presented the real challenge. Rylie took hold of it with one hand. He shuddered and ground out a moan when she squeezed her fingers together, trying to make the tips of them touch.
They didn’t.
“Does it hurt?” She loosened her grip and his muscles flexed.
“No.”
Rylie squeezed again. His body tensed. Enjoying his reaction, she ran her hand up its length and cupped his tip before sliding her hand back down.
His skin was warm and smooth, and unlike the rest of his body, his erection had subtle grooves of veins. Rylie couldn’t look at him, if she did, her nervousness would shatter the moment. She focused her attention on the mission at hand.
She was embarrassed to meet his gaze even though he trembled. Sweat coated her brow and she clenched her thighs to ease the tingle between them, but that only made it worse. She was so empty and so ready to be full.
