“Gods,” he growled, cupping her face to hold her still for his explorations. He dove into her mouth like a man dying of thirst throwing himself in a pool of water. Her closeness, her scent, her ineffable spirit, everything about her drove him to push his kiss to the limit.
The little doll moaned into his mouth and he actually felt a bead of pre-come spill from his cock. If he wasn’t able to spend himself inside her tight body soon, he was afraid he’d go mad. Suddenly, he was moving her backward, propelling them toward her bed. When the back of her knees met the mattress, they both tumbled forward.
He made sure that his weight wasn’t crushing her, then returned to his ministrations, teasing her by tracing her lips with his tongue. She was greedy, chasing his mouth, as he pulled back to increase her temptation.
“Kiss me, dammit,” she muttered, clutching his head and pulling his lips back to hers. Her desire for him fanned the flames of his lust and he began to delve deeply, his hands sliding down her body to explore her delicate curves.
He was soon pulling up her shirt, exposing her bra and the beautiful flesh it contained. When he could tear himself away from her lips, he moved his mouth to her breasts, kissing his way along the line of her bra until she was panting under him.
Zelup began rocking his hips into her, pressing his aching shaft against the sweet spot at the apex of her thighs. He could feel his essence leaking out, a testament to how much he wanted the little doll who lay beneath him.
He was seconds away from ripping off her bra and greedily licking at her exposed breasts. His need for the beautiful human female made him near mindless, wanting only to bury himself inside her and bring them both to earth-shattering climaxes.
There was a polite cough in the room, interrupting them at the most inopportune of moments. “Pardon me, Dr. Illya,” Ladee said with deference. “Should I take this as my cue to retire to one of the other rooms?”
The doctor turned her head slowly, caught sight of the robot, then scrambled out from underneath him, tugging her shirt down and shoving her steamy glasses back into place. “Uh, Ladee, no, that won’t be necessary.” She took a couple of deep breaths, then stared at Zelup with a face full of betrayal. “He was just leaving.”
Zelup felt like he’d been slapped, so fast did the transition from attraction to repulsion take place. The little doctor cocked her head at him, staring meaningfully at the door.
“This isn’t over,” he grumbled as he rose.
She gave him a sweet, if insincere, smile and shrugged. “Good night, partner.”
He didn’t dignify her with a response. Instead, he slouched out of the room. When his eyes caught the shattered sugar sculpture on the table as he passed, he reminded himself yet again that the same would be true of their relationship.
Their attraction would not survive the ending he had planned.
