"I am sorry, I--"
"For?"
"I'm sorry I am not enough for you," she said.
He held her tight."What do you mean, you are not enough?That makes no sense."
"I am not enough female for you," she said, pulling her hands over her breasts."My chest is too--"
He blinked."You think you are not female?"
"No, I--"
He pulled her hands away."You are very female.Look at the shape of those curves."He ran his hand over her hip, caressing her rear as he came around and touched her thin waist."I love how this arcs from here," he put his hand on her hip."Into here," he touched her waist, "and then out into this curve here."He caressed the side of her breast."Your lines are beautiful.Organic and natural."
"But I am small for you."And she was.His hands almost swallowed her body, or so it felt.
"Why?"he asked."Because I can do this?"He covered her breast with his hand.
She gasped."Yes," she whispered."That."
He chuckled."It makes it so much easier to do this."He started wiggling his thumb, which hit her nipple.
In exactly the right way.
Caoimhe moaned.
"Do not ever consider yourself not enough for me."His words echoed in the room as he leaned in for more kissing, and she let him.
She let him stroke her and kiss her, and pull her dress off.
Sitting on his lap as bare-chested as he was, they both touched each other, caressing chests.She stroked the broad, hard lines of his muscles, and he kept stroking her curves.She couldn't help rocking her hips into him as they touched and kissed.Her hands traveled down his body to the most prominent part of him, the thick rod she had been rocking against for a while now.
Touching was at the top of her list.
But there were other things that were right there, as well.When she touched him, he groaned and leaned back.
Through his shorts, she traced the lines, feeling every little bit of him, but not.
Oh, how she wanted to, though.
She wanted to feel him all the way down."There seems to be some fabric in the way," she said as she slipped her fingertip under the edge of the shorts.
"Easy enough to remedy," he said.
And in a moment, the clothing dissolved into his skin.
She gasped at the quickness that the fabric vanished."And that just lives in your skin?"
"In my cybernetic parts, yes.It's just lysteel, a liquid metal polymer that can take on most forms needed."
And yes, it was fascinating how his clothing just vanished.What was far more worth her attention was what the fabric revealed.
Startlingly beautiful, she took in a moment just to experience him.Like an amazing painting or a piece of sculpture, she let her gaze wander over his form, to see him at all angles and understand the true beauty of the being beneath her.
She shook her head.
No, he wasn't beneath her.
