Chapter 8 #2
I’ve never experienced sex like this. She drives me wild, heats me up to the point where my processors activate to cool me down. The pressure builds. With a groan, I explode within her, and she rides her second orgasm of the night with me.
I withdraw from Mia, then she wiggles out from underneath me. “Lay on your back,” she coos.
I stare at her in surprise. She’s not finished with me.
I allow her to guide me down on my back, watching wide-eyed and grunting in pleasure as she curves her fingers around my cock.
My hips jerk up in response, pressing against her hand.
A grunt escapes me as she strokes me, straddling me in reverse.
I can see the curves of her back, her hips, her long, disheveled black hair.
Then she sinks down on top of me, and I’m perfectly nestled a second time between her legs, claimed by heat and silk.
I watch in amazement as she rides me. The way she bounces, the sound of her flesh hitting mine. She glances over her shoulder at me, biting back a grin, her expression a lusty haze.
That awakens something in me.
I grab her wrists and pull her arms back behind her, thrusting up to meet her rhythm. Mia responds with a soft, delighted moan.
“You like that?” I grind out, slamming up into her.
“Yes,” she pants. “Oh, yes.”
I’m learning quickly what drives her, how her attempts at control are all coy invitations.
I remember when I thought she was a shy young woman who’d want to be courted slowly, with flowers and dinner dates. Instead, she was burning up from the inside like I was, sending me naked photos, driving me wild with need.
Mia wants a man who isn’t afraid to go after what he wants. I drive into her harder, pulling a fistful of her beautiful black hair.
She cries out as I wildly fuck her from below. I sit up and cover her mouth again as I continue her desired onslaught. Then she shudders, pussy pulsating around my cock, and I allow myself to come with her.
And just as our pleasure peaks at its highest point, the bed breaks, clattering beneath us.
She lets out a squeak as I catch and secure her from tumbling or falling over, rolling on top of her. She looks horrified, covering her mouth.
“Are you all right?” I ask, alert and ready to administer any aid she needs.
Then she stifles laughter, wrapping her legs around me as we lie there on the slanted mattress. “I’m fine,” she murmurs.
I listen vigilantly to the rest of the station. I can hear footsteps.
“Hey, Nolan,” Travis calls up the fire pole. “You okay up there?”
“Fine,” I call back as Mia giggles silently. Her shoulders shake while she sinks into the mattress. “Just dropped something.”
“Oh, all right. Have a good night!”
“You too!”
Mia pulls me into a deep, longing kiss, one that overwhelms my sensors. When the kiss breaks, she nuzzles my nose. “We broke your bed.”
“That’s okay. This is the first time I’ve used it,” I reply, pushing stray hair out of her eyes as my mouth finds hers.
“Can I stay here tonight?” she murmurs, lips brushing along my jaw.
I’m not certain if it’s wise. We could be found out. Apollo especially might not be happy about that, if he discovered her here. But I don’t want to let her go. I can wake her before sunrise and help her slip out unnoticed. I pull her close. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Her smile is bright, framed by the flushed color in her cheeks. “That was amazing. You are the most incredible man I think I’ve ever met.”
I gaze at her. “I think all my drives and processes have imprinted on you, in a strange sort of way. Nothing matters more than you. I’m not sure it ever will.”
She stares at me in surprise, mouth slightly open.
“Was that too much?” I whisper, twirling a lock of her hair around my finger. “Apologies.”
“No!” she says quickly. “Not at all. I just— Most guys would act so casual and never admit it.”
“Honesty is the best policy.” A soft, slow kiss smolders between our lips. “Remember?”
“I believe you.” She simply rests with me a moment, wrapped in my embrace. “With you, I think I’ll believe anything.”
Mia’s voice and the feel of her naked body beneath mine has my entire being captivated. I’m ruined. Enamored.
My mind wanders, remembering what my BioNex creator, Dr. Genevieve Taylor, told me once during my first recalibration. Despite the company’s attempts to cater to corporations, businesses, factories, they cannot deny the inherence, the foundation, of our original programming.
Androids are meant for families, and in every family, there’s always one we bond with more than others. It’s inevitable. We gravitate toward them, home in on their wants, needs, commands. We were meant to make human life easier, better, happier. Someone needs us, and we need them.
I didn’t understand what Dr. Taylor meant. Then, as I settled in with the department, I calculated that it was Apollo.
I miscalculated.
The moment Mia walked into my life, something in me evolved.
“Nolan?” She brings me back to reality. “You all right?”
“Fine.” I bury my face in her neck, keeping my arms wound around her soft, curvaceous figure.
So long as Mia is with me, I always will be.