“After two hours, I expect to have worked up quite an appetite,” Talia said.
“You are wise beyond words,” he said, nodding.
Talia sat down on the bed and looked at Mar-ee and Farex as they vanished behind a cluster of massive flower bushes. Lukan sat down next to her, stroking her arm.
“Funny thing,” Talia said, “he seems to have feelings. I haven’t seen that level of sentience in any of your other robots, besides Mar-ee.”
“He was a special model that my father designed as a gift for my mother. I designed Marie after that model. There are no other serv-bots like them.”
“Well, if he has feelings, then you shouldn’t just leave him sitting out here,” Talia said.
Lukan smiled. “You are so compassionate. I love that about you. I promise that we will take him back to the house with us.”
“That would be nice,” Talia said. “It’s pretty sad to think of him pining away out here by himself.”
“I do not ever want you to feel sad. What could I do to take your mind off that?” He kissed her neck.
“Well…” Talia grinned wickedly. “You did say there’d be plenty of time for me to do whatever I wanted to you…”
She ran her fingers down his chest and over the flat planes of his stomach, teasing him a little before stroking the hard ridge tenting the front of his pants.
“Since it looks like I can stay, I’d say it’s time for you to make good on that promise.”
Lukan gave a little growl of desire as she pushed him back onto the pristine white sheets, then swung her leg over his hips so she was straddling him. His inky black eyelashes fluttered and his eyes drifted closed. His lips parted as he relished the sensation of her hot core pressing against his engorged cock. Even through the fabric of their clothes she could feel him twitching with desire.
She rolled her pelvis, and his hands flew to her hips, fingers stroking the soft flesh as his breathing became harsh and unsteady.
Talia stripped away his shirt and tugged down his pants, hindered only by the fact that he kept pulling her close for a kiss, or rolling on top of her so he could explore the shape of her breast through her dress, dampening the fabric with swipes of his tongue. But Talia wasn’t going to be distracted from her goal.
She wriggled out of his grasp – again – and pushed against his chest, urging him to lie back among the pillows.
“Let me do this,” she said. “Please. I want to.”
Lukan’s cock bobbed at her words and his voice was husky when he replied, “Whatever my lady desires.”
Talia took her time, kissing the pulse at his throat and grazing the curve of his collarbone with her teeth. She licked his flat, brown nipple, humming against the sensitive nub and making Lukan groan and cup the back of her head with his palm.
She moved further down his body, exploring the muscles of his chest and stomach with her lips, her tongue, her fingers. She allowed her breath to ghost over the straining flesh of his erection and gave a small, secret smile as Lukan gave a husky groan and fisted his free hand in the coverlet.
Talia ran her tongue over the head of Lukan’s cock, satin-smooth and hot to the touch, gathering up the drop of precum that beaded the slit. He tasted salty-sweet and delicious. Then she sucked the tip, swirling her tongue around and around before sinking down, taking his eager length into her mouth, inch by inch.
Lukan groaned. “Ah…it feels so good…your mouth…” He panted, trying to catch his breath as Talia worked her way down his shaft. “So hot and wet…”
He was well-endowed, and Talia wondered if she’d be able to take his full length into her mouth without choking, but she took her time, sliding her lips gradually down his shaft until the head of his cock was touching the back of her throat and her nose was nuzzled into the crisp curls of his pubic hair.
Lukan groaned again, and she grasped his hips in her hands so he wouldn’t thrust by reflex. She could tell by the harsh, needy tone of his voice that he was holding on to his control by a thread. She breathed through her nose for a moment or two, getting accustomed to his full length and girth. She felt a shudder run through Lukan’s big body.
“Please…” he urged her desperately.
She started to move, slowly withdrawing, working her tongue against the underside of his shaft. When she reached the head, she sucked eagerly, lapping at the steady supply of sticky precum.
Lukan’s fingers tightened in her hair as she worked her way back down his shaft, more smoothly this time, and with more confidence.
As she worked his cock, she began to move faster, finding a pace that had Lukan shouting with mindless pleasure and thrashing his head against the pillow.
She ran one hand from his hip to his balls, gently rolling and fondling the orbs.
“Stop,” Lukan begged. “Don’t. I…” She knew he was close to coming, wanted him to come in her mouth so she could drink him down. “Oh.” Lukan’s husky voice made her pussy clench and she moaned around his cock. “Oh…don’t stop…”
