Nora watched, a bit unsettled, but her body still responding, still feeling. “Are you even able to . . . ?”
Simon reached forward to cup her cheek. “Yes, you will see. You are the first woman I’ve touched willingly. But I’m no stranger to how the female human body works.”
“Oh.” She broke the tension and laughed. “That for damn sure wasn’t in the manual.”
He gently touched the dimple in her cheek. “It was in some. Just not in the initial start-up one you had.” Simon pressed his forehead to hers as he leaned her back on the bed. “Do you want to lead? What do you like?”
What I like?His question confused her as she squirmed. “I don’t know.”
“Hmm. I’ll lead then. You let me know if you want me to stop.” Simon took off the shirt and pants Nora made him, folding them expertly at the edge of the bed, along with his silicone jumpsuit. Then he made quick work of taking off her shirt before he slid into bed behind her, cupping one of her breasts in his hand.
He held her like that, just stroking down her side. “We were designed to be as human as possible. I didn’t understand why our creators would give us urges and desires; it seemed a waste when we just had to obey. Almost a mockery. But I’m grateful now. Maybe this was what was meant, overall.”
Simon leaned forward, over her, and kissed down her side, then took his hand, dragging it down her front before leaning forward to kiss her stomach and the stretch marks that still crossed her body from carrying Tilly.
Nora trembled but arched up, her body heated from where his fingers trailed. He stroked around her breast, her nipples, just as delicately as she imagined so many times before. The brush of his hands sent currents throughout her entire body.
She reached for him, running her hands over his chest, and received a gleam that flashed over his eyes in return. Then they gentled, back to just being her Simon again.
“Oh, Nora,” Simon said, nudging her back until she lay there. “I was programmed on how to do this best of all. I just never cared to do it properly before, like I do now.” He leaned over and kissed her while his hand traveled low, slow enough for his intent to be known. An eyebrow arched in question.
Nora opened her legs for him, feeling his hand travel down, until he could slip a finger inside her opening. He slowly explored it, learning her depth and her size, as if committing her private anatomy to memory. Her body squirmed from the pressure as she felt his fingers inside of her. He was gentle. So much more gentle than any that came before.
Simon continued to talk, his voice calm even while Nora twitched. “There is a difference even here, where I see your reaction and I care.” He flicked his finger inside of her. The pressure eased up. He started to withdraw his finger, but Nora whimpered and closed her eyes.It feels so good. . .
He pulled back then, cupping her chin. She opened her eyes to see him staring intently at her. “I want this to be different for you, Nora.” His hands rubbed the bottom of her chin. “Do you want to stop? I can hold you instead.”
Nora shook her head. “It’s already different, Simon. It’s okay.”
“Alright. I want to be inside of you, but tell me to stop and I will. We will learn from each other as we go.” He continued flicking, his finger slightly vibrating until he reached her clit at the top with one and kept his other hand inside.
Simon moved slowly, watching her, until she felt a fire stoked within. He ran his fingers up and down from her clit to her entrance.
Then he spoke, his gaze fiery. “I can feel the pressure. Let go, Nora. You are ready.” He pressed in harder on her clit, his finger beginning to slightly vibrate.
“Oh.” She startled back, then let out a breathy laugh. “That’s . . .”
“Yes, I take it this got suppressed as well?” He laughed low in his throat.
“Must have. That feels . . .” Her laughter quickly stopped as he pressed in harder, until she felt the waves of her orgasm clenching around his other hand still deep within her.
Simon hummed, stroking around her entrance. “I love the sounds you make. You are perfect, Nora.”
Nora was reeling, panting, but looked forward, curious. She knew he had a cock from fixing him. But now it stood upward, as if reaching for her. She touched him, marveling at the texture.
He chuckled at her reaction, deep in tone. “Yes. It functions. Why do you think we needed so much lubricant?”
Nora snorted, giving him a side-eye. “Simon. . .”
Simon smirked suggestively. “Part of the reason.”
“Does it feel the same? Inside?” She felt a flash of hunger, low in her core.
In response, Simon put his hand on her shoulder, nudging her back. His voice dropped to a teasing purr. “You tell me. Are you ready?”
Nora’s lips parted, her body angling upward. “Yes.”
Simon lifted himself over her thighs and gently opened them before positioning himself at her entrance. He held her knees as he thrust forward, filling her completely. Nora let out a gasp at the suddenness.
