His mouth left her lips and traced a trail of delight against her neck. He suckled softly where it met her shoulder, before continuing down her chest in a path to her left breast. Nuzzling the robe aside, he captured a nipple, and she gasped, her knees buckling at the sharp pleasure.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the bed and deposited her in the center, immediately following her down to cover her body with his. His legs worked between hers, sliding sensuously, widening her stance, opening her for his possession. She felt him there, at her entrance, and caught her breath. It was happening; her first time having intercourse with a man.
It shouldn’t be so momentous. Her parbot looked exactly like a man. In fact, parbots were so biologically correct that no one could tell them apart from an actual human. But now she started noticing all the subtle differences. The smell of his skin, so unique, so male. The taste of his mouth, flavored with the brandy he had drunk earlier. And then there was something else. A feeling. An energy. The knowledge that she was sharing this with a sentient being.
Her own power to affect him was the biggest aphrodisiac. She could have never imagined such euphoria in her sterile life. There was something deeply erotic in the knowledge that she could arouse him so, to the point of going against his reason.
He paused at the entrance of her body, looking intensely into her eyes for a couple of heartbeats. Was he hesitating? No, he seemed to ask permission. With a small tilt of her hips, she made him slide partially inside, and he groaned. Touching his forehead to hers, looking deeply into her eyes, he slid slowly inside all the way. Then held himself immobile, as though allowing her time to get accustomed to the feel of him. Or maybe he, too, was absorbing the feeling of being inside her.
Impatiently, she rolled her hips, and his control fractured. Taking her mouth in a possessive kiss, he slid almost all the way out and plunged back in, a little faster this time. She was trying to learn his rhythm, familiar and yet alien to her, and wondered anxiously if she was performing correctly. Why wasn’t he moving more? She was desperate for the release that hovered just beyond her reach.
Her hands slid down the powerful lines of his back, down to rock-hard buttocks, and she squeezed, pulling him in. He made a low guttural sound low in his throat and started pounding frantically. His powerful legs propelled him, his hips grinding against hers, while his member plumbed her depths. It was savage, brutal, and glorious.
The tension inside her grew with each stroke until it exploded in the most powerful climax of her life. Waves of sensation coursed through her as her internal muscles spasmed around the satisfying fullness of his shaft. The last waves of her orgasm triggered his own release. With a muffled groan, he sank deep and held rigidly against her. She hugged him close, glorying in the feel of the mighty pulsations of his cock as he came within her.
When the frenzy ended, they were still holding each other. His pelvis was tight against hers, pinning her down, while her arms were steel bands around his torso. He was still deep within her and looked somewhat dazed. Stunned. She felt similar and was afraid of what she might say, so she remained silent. She’d allow him to be the first to talk.
“That was...amazing.” As if uncertain, he looked shyly at her. “Was it as good for you?”
Charmed by his hesitation, when he was usually so assertive and sure of himself, she smiled and nodded.
“Glorious.”
She brushed a stray lock of his long hair that had fallen over his forehead, and he turned his head to kiss her hand. With a pained groan, he moved, sliding out of her and collapsing on his side. The tip of his penis painted a moist trail across her hip. His semen. Just then, she noticed the wet trickle between her legs. How... interesting.
The sight had a different effect on him, though. It seemed to evaporate his hazy mellowness. Suddenly alert, he said, “We didn’t use protection.”
CHAPTER 9
Her gaze snapped tohim, and he saw surprise and a flash of something he couldn’t name. He hoped she understood his concern. Contraception was not normally a problem in their time. In fact, the opposite was true. Since most people were having relations with parbots, there was no possibility of procreation. But they both knew better than to engage in sex with another human without the proper measures.
“Don’t worry. There’s emergency contraception in the first aid kit. I’ll take it.”
Relieved, he rolled onto his back. Propping his head on his crossed arms, he studied her from under half-closed eyes. She waddled her way to the still warm water of the tub and rinsed herself as best she could while keeping her back to him. He smiled, amused at her show of modesty, when she had been so brazen before.
He was in trouble. That had been the most satisfying sexual encounter of his life. It had not been the most sophisticated. In fact, he had downright lacked finesse and had eschewed flair in favor of urgency. The whole thing had lasted only a few minutes.
