His eyes moved back up to meet hers again, and she tried to tell him everything she couldn’t vocalize through them.Please.It didn’t matter how strange their lives were, she wanted to skip the retriever and go straight to adopting the shepherd.
He squeezed her hair until her eyes watered.
Suddenly, his mouth was devouring hers and licking away all her doubts. He drew her up, hard and tight against him, and reached down to draw her leg up over his hip. Lucy hoisted herself higher and wrapped both of legs around him.
He groaned into her mouth and she ate it up, starving for more.
Her core tingled, gripping nothing, desperately needing to be filled. Being around Moss made her feel that way, like emptiness was all she had between her thighs, and the only way to cure her was with the same thing that caused it.
His shaft grew hard between them, jutting and forcing its way closer to her entrance.
And then he was letting her go, letting her prone body slide down his, shaking and needy and not ready to endure the chilly night alone. “Nooo,” she whined.
“No?” he asked, picking her up and carrying her farther away from the house. “I’d rather hear a yesss, oh yes, more, more! More!”
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered, blushing, her hold on him tightening. “And I do want more.” He took her to the side of the pool. The water was clear and flawless, no longer muddy and dark thanks to having been purified earlier. “I don’t want you to go.”
He set her down on the edge and proceeded to strip next to her. “You say that, but are you certain you can withstand the attentions of a man like me? There’s an animalistic instinct screaming at me to cover your pussy in my seed, inside and out. I want to fertilize every single one of your eggs and drown them in my sperm. Do you still want me to stay?”
Lucy gaped and twitched, her core clenching uncomfortably.
He pulled off his jacket and threw it aside. Unbuckling his pants, he shoved them down and stepped out of them until he stood over her in nothing but his nanosuit. She pressed her knees together and looked up and down his dark silhouette. The shadow of his bulge was huge, even in the cast of the single dim light somewhere far behind him.
“Y-yes. You won’t frighten me off.” She gulped. She lowered her feet into the water, hoping the cold would shock some sense into her. It didn’t work.
“Hmm. Good to know.”
He reached down and caressed her face, trailing his fingers over her cheeks and down to press into her parted lips. His index finger ran over her bottom teeth and she stabbed it shyly with her tongue, tasting his salty flesh.
Lucy lifted her gaze to search for his but only found more shadows and hints of expression. She nuzzled into his fingers.
A throaty moan escaped her when he pulled away, leaving her craving for more. Moss turned to face the quiet pool as his suit slipped soundlessly and completely off his body. The muscles that emerged from underneath had her fingers itching to touch him. Even her palms burned to press into his skin.
“Watch out,” he warned, lowering himself into the water with just enough force to splash her.
“You’re a jerk,” she squeaked in startlement, wiping her face. Husky male laughter filled the air as hands covered her knees, thrusting them apart.
Lucy screeched as her hips were lifted off the ground and her pajama bottoms were tugged down. They vanished beneath the water. She tried to bring her legs back together but was stopped by a brute Cyborg holding them apart. Water, warmth, a delicious chill, and nerves sent her struggling up against him, hiding her abrupt exposure and her rapidly growing emptiness at the same time. The heavy heat of his cock slid up her inner thigh and her core again clenched around nothing.
Her nails bit into his shoulders, and Moss’s laughter came to a stop.
“Not gentlemanly at all,” she accused.
His mouth came down upon hers and she allowed him to ease her into submission. His tongue brushed over her lips own again and again, slowly at first, soft at the beginning, lulling the tension from her hands, her body.
Lucy couldn’t believe he was here with her now, kissing her into a puddle of sensation when she had been so sure she would never have seen him again.
Moss cupped the back of her head and pressed her down onto the stone ledge as he licked her lips goodbye. The blunt face of his tongue slid over her cheek, along the curve of her neck, and only stopping briefly to tug her sodden cami up to reveal her breasts. He greedily kissed them.
She arched, needing more, as he suckled them, lapping and nipping, and wetting them with his saliva.
His saliva.She mewed. It filled her mouth and now covered her breasts. Lucy drew her nails over his shoulders and cupped his head. He moved down but stopped at her stomach, where his tongue now dabbed in and out of her navel.
She writhed in the space between them, wildly searching for a happy end to the uncomfortable emptiness growing inside her.
“I wanted you like this the moment I laid eyes on you,” he whispered hotly against her pelvis, holding her hips between his hands. “I can’t explain it.”
“Please,” Lucy begged, not knowing what else to say.I wanted you too.“I know.” Her arms shook as she held onto him, her sex fully exposed somewhere between them, killing her a little more with each passing second it remained without attention. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
