“I worked on this last night and finished it today when you were in the shower. It’s new and clean. I probably should have gone with the safer option, but this feels more like me. I’ll understand if you’d rather not.”
“Dean, what are you…”
He turned, and I fell silent, watching the enormous length between his legs. It stood proud, a clear erection, red and angry, with a row of smooth, silvery protrusions running along the shaft like—like piercings. I looked up at Dean’s face, but it gave away nothing. He took care to look neutral.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, my heart beating faster now that I understood what this was about.
“Yes. Always.”
I glanced down, my throat too tight to swallow. “Um, I agree it’s very, uh, proportional toyou, but I’m not, you know, built for that size. Probably. I mean, it looks… Big.”
Painful.I didn’t say that out loud. He chose that dick for himself, and I could either grin and take it or refuse.
I didn’t want to refuse.
“Most sensors are in the tip,” he said, gripping the shaft with his hand. His index finger stroked the tip, and my knees weakened. That silvery metal hand clashing with the deep red looked obscene.God.
“As long as you let me put in the tip, I’ll be happy.”
I looked around, feeling hot, reckless, and strangely awkward. A fleeting memory of my first time, back in senior year, flashed through my mind. It felt likethat, only worse, because I was supposed to be experienced.
But this was a first for both of us. For Dean in so many more ways than for me. I took a jerky step closer, my gaze straying to the red monstrosity.
“So you will feel through it?” I asked. “Like when I touched your core?”
He nodded, thrusting into the cage of his fingers. “Yes. It feels amazing when it’s just me touching it. I imagine touchingyouwill blow my core.”
I licked my lips, taking another step closer. The blunt tip pointed right at my belly, hovering an inch away from my body. Dean’s hand slid off it, and I looked up, right into his blazing eyes. His face was calm, but the light always gave him away.
I looked down. Yes, I could take just the tip. I grabbed the bottom of my top and pulled it off, baring the scars on my back. It was all right. He had seen them many times.
“Wait,” he whispered in a hoarse, inhumanly low voice. “We’ll have twenty-one minutes.”
He undid his collar and laid it carefully on the nearest table. A hot shiver ran down my spine. “Why does it need to be off?”
“Because I want to feel everything,” he said, the slightest shiver entering his voice. “I want to be able to think how gorgeous you are, and look at your face, not just your tits and ass. I want to feel you, our connection, and not just how wet you are. Do you see?”
My heart did a somersault, elated and dreading it at once, but I pushed the dread away. I could cry later. This was now.
“I see.”
I stepped closer, letting his cock press into my skin. It was stiff, a proper, hefty dildo. I ignored it for now, running my hands up the armor on his stomach and chest. I traced the shapes of muscles that were carefully designed by a robot architect and assembled in a factory in Brazil. Dean was silent. I looked at his face for cues, but it betrayed nothing. My breath hitched, and I stifled a nervous laugh.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking. Or feeling,” I admitted. “You’re so still and quiet.”
“I’m recording,” he rasped. “Making a memory. I can hardly think. You’re so beautiful, Sera. It’s such a relief to be able to feel all this awe. That you are here, with me.”
I nodded, reaching up to caress his cheek. “You’re beautiful, too,” I whispered, pulling him down even as I surged up on my tiptoes to reach. “Such a beautiful person.”
We kissed. I tasted metal, electricity, and the sun that warmed him. Dean made a rough, eager sound and grabbed my ass, lifting me effortlessly until I straddled his stomach.
I chased his tongue and coaxed it deeper into my mouth, sucking on the hard metal lips that could stretch in a charming smile thanks to many years of tireless robotics research. I caressed the shapely head that hid processors, not a brain, and pressed my hot core to the armor covering hiscore, the part that was his essence.
It, too, was made. I didn’t care.
“Eighteen minutes left,” Dean whispered into my mouth without a breath or movement of air. “I want to be inside you. Please.”
“Mhm. How about we make it wet first? Let me down.”
