And this is the only one I found. Aside from 702, where the augment ambush is. And 1440, where Delta is.
This is it. This is all we have right now.
I cannot risk going anywhere else. These are our three options. That’s it. Because I can’t see her like that again, all pale and shriveled. Dead, once. If I hadn’t remembered this place, dead now, she would be. For sure.
So yeah, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna make her pliable with pleasure.
So right after I drag that zipper down, I start pullin’ her pants over her hips, urging them down her legs to reveal her soft thighs.
She moans a little when I start to unbutton her shirt. She steps out of the pants, kicking them aside, as I drag the shirt down her arms.
Now she’s just in her underwear, which makes her a little shy—she’s like that. So her blue eyes are open now. Lookin’ at me, askin’ what comes next.
Tyse, in a past life gravitated toward a girl who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask. Or take, if it came to it. It turned me on.
But watching upcity Clara Birch blush while standing in front of me in her underwear kills me fuckin’ dead.
I kneel, pulling her down with me.
We face each other, and she’s looking right up into my glowing augment eyes when I reach between her breasts and pop her frilly, lacy, unbelievably fuckin’ sexy bra open. Her tits spill out like melons and immediately, I’m reaching for them. Grabbing and squeezing.
Her eyes are closed now. Her mouth open, little noises comin’ out. I lean in and bite her lip as I push her back, lying her down on the sleeping bag I laid out while she was still unconscious from all my spark stealing.
The next thing I know, she’s on her back, looking at me, bitin’ on her lip. Waitin’ for what comes next. Which is me placing my hands on her knees and spreading them open.
She moans. Justthis, and she’s moanin’.
God, I fuckin’ love this woman. I love everything about her. But I especially love how she reacts to my touch. To my stare. To everythin’. There isn’t a single thing I’d change about it. And if I have to skip worlds for the rest of my life, killing strangers from strange lands to keep her alive, I will.
I won’t ever stop.
Clara, getting nervous now, since I’ve just been staring at her, reaches for me. Her soft hands lightly touch my arms, urging me to do something. Anything.
I reach back up, playing with her tits for a moment. But then my hands slide down her body. Gently gliding over her ribs until her skin erupts in tiny pin pricks. She sucks in a breath, holding it when I keep going. Tracing my fingertips over each of her hip bones and ending with my thumbs pressing against her pussy.
She lights up now. All those mysterious symbols that somehow got themselves embedded into her skin, shining through.
She is a book.
A story.
A treasure map waiting to be read.
I like to make her come at least once before I put myself inside her. It’s just what lovemaking has turned in to for us. I like towatchher come. I like the way her eyes close tight, and her back arches up a bit, and the way her knees press against my head when I’ve got my mouth between her legs.
I like to lick her into oblivion. Squeezing her tits while peeking past her rising and falling belly, moving in rhythm with her breath.
That’s what I do right now.
And that’s exactly how she reacts when I do it.
Her fingertips grab desperately at my hair. Pulling on it. Encouraging me as she lifts her hips, grinding against my face.
We’ve been together long enough now that I can read all her signals. I know when she’s on the edge. A moment later and she’s whispering my name.
“Tyse. Tyse.Tyse.”
And I smile, still licking her when she grits her teeth, arches her back, and gushes her sweet release right into my mouth. She wriggles a bit, enjoying the rolling waves of pleasure that linger for nearly a whole minute.
