“I could come just from this,” I say. “But I want you inside me.”
“I want to be inside you,” he says.
I chuckle.
“It’s good we’re on the same page for once.”
I grip the base of his cock and position the head at my entrance. We look at each other for a long moment.
“I’ll have to take it slow,” I say. “You’re... big. I love it, but it won’t be easy for me.”
“I’m at your mercy,” he says.
I push down slightly, feeling the scorching steel spread me open.
At my mercy. He makes me feel powerful. Fuck me, I’m becoming addicted.
Chapter Sixteen
Castien
She slides down, inch by agonizing inch, and I’m starting to think this is what Heaven feels like.
I can’t look away. My gaze moves from where we’re joined to her face and back again, because I want to take everything in and not miss a thing. This will be the memory I latch onto when I’m deactivated – her pussy taking my cock, throbbing around me, squeezing me until I can’t think of anything else.
My sensors have never worked like this before. I’ve been close to people in combat, felt the impact of blades and bullets, but nothing prepared me for this level of detail that floods my systems now. I can feel every ridge inside her and every pulse of her heartbeat through the walls of her sex. Heat radiates from her core and spreads through my metal body, while my sensors map her internal shape, registering textures I have no words for. Wetness, yes, but also the way she grips me and releases slightly before gripping again. I can tell the rhythmic contractions are involuntary. It’s the way her body responds to mine.
I can feel the exact diameter of her opening as it stretches around me, and my sensors measure the resistance while calculating the tension in her muscles. There’s a tremor in her thighs that my hands detect when I grip her hips. Her temperature is elevated, and blood rushes to the surface of her skin. I register all of it simultaneously, and it overwhelms my ability to organize the data, because for the first time in my existence, my sensors are giving me more information than I can process in real time.
She’s breathing hard, panting.
“Oh, you’re so big. I’ve never had someone so big.”
“Is that a good thing?”
She laughs.
“It can be. Size matters, or so they say.”
I need to know, because I’m not sure what the expression on her face means.
“Is it a good thing for you? Right now?”
She nods, lets out a moan, and sinks another few inches before falling forward to brace her hands on my chest. Her weight is nothing to me, her palms are small and soft where they touch me, trembling, and it makes me hyperaware of how easily I could hurt her. She’s flushed, sweaty, and dripping. I expected to see bliss on her features, but it seems that she’s in pain. Her eyebrows draw together, and her mouth opens in what looks like a gasp of hurt.
“If it hurts, we need to stop,” I say.
“Oh, it hurts... but so good.”
My hands move to her shoulders, but I hesitate before pushing her off me.
“No, I don’t want to hurt you. We must stop.”
Jessa touches my face and bounces on top of me a bit, working my cock inside her. She’s determined, and I don’t understand why. If she’s in pain, she shouldn’t want to continue.
“No, if we stop now, I’ll go crazy... I need this, I need you,” she pants.
“But you’re in pain.”
