Lamia Ch. 02

She shifted onto her back to look at me. "Yes. It was intense. Like-" She frowned. "Like forty-seven banana splits, but all at once."

I laughed. "Forty-seven, exactly?"

She giggled in return. "More or less."

"And do you have drives? You have to eat to maintain your human parts, right? So do you just have some digital readout, or do you get hungry?"

She shrugged. "Both. I know exactly how many calories my body needs, and when to feed it, but I also feel it." She grimaced. "That was one of the things they tested before I was shipped. The techs ran a routine to make me feel like I was close to starvation and asked me questions to gauge if it was properly calibrated. And before you ask, yes, I do have a sex drive. It's all monitored and regulated by my robotic brain, but it isn't something I can exert much conscious control over. Things got a lot more interesting after that first night. I knew my body wanted something, but not quite what it wanted, until we made love. Now it wants it more than ever."

"You mean you want it," I said. "Your body is a part of you."

She nodded. "Yes. I want it. I keep thinking about that time in the shower, when you had me bent over taking me from behind." She shivered. "It was exquisite."

I became aware of my cock, growing hard and straining against the confines of my clothing. "I want it too," I said. "That's why I tried to take you back today. I've been thinking about you all the time. I don't know if I can fight it."

"Why fight it, if it's what you want?" She trailed a delicate hand across my cheek.

"You know why."

"But don't you deserve to have this?" she said, gesturing at her body. "You bought me. I belong to you. All of me, in any way you desire."

I shook my head. Knowing that she might be self-aware, her words make me distinctly uncomfortable about that particular arrangement. But what I said was, "This is different. A marriage is a promise."

"And what of her promises to you, Stephen? Will she be there for you when she's exhausted every day from work? Was she there for you last night, or the night before that?"

"No," I admitted.

She rose on one elbow and kissed me on the lips, her face lingering just above my own. "Well, I'm here for you, right now."

I breathed deeply, drawing in her scent. All my reasons, my objections, suddenly seemed distant and irrelevant when the one thing I wanted was right here. I lifted my head, crossing the infinitesimal distance between us, and pressed my lips to hers once more. I felt the slight pull of her breath, as if in surprise, but then her mouth opened, inviting me in. Our tongues touched and began a slow dance. She made a sound low in her throat, a growl of pleasure and need.

I moved suddenly, dropping her onto her back as I moved over her, resuming the kiss that had lit my desire. I pulled at her clothing as my mouth found her neck, undoing buttons and clasps as she whispered fervently, "Yes, yes."

She helped me strip out of my jeans, both of us panting and frenzied, then lay back, her body opening to me like the unfurling of a lotus blossom. I quickly followed her down and poised at her entrance, moist heat caressing the tip of my cock. I pushed with deliberate slowness, remembering how tightly we had fit together, and her body, though slick with her arousal, yielded only reluctantly. She moaned and folded her arms around me, pulling me down tighter against her.

I let her take my weight, which, going by the satisfied croon she gave, seemed to be exactly what she wanted. My natural impulse was to thrust, but there was something powerful about this embrace, some subtle and primordial communication that passed between us. I found her lips with my own and we kissed for long minutes as my cock pulsed gently inside her. When her arms relaxed their grip, I took that as my signal, and slowly withdrew, stopping as the bulbous head hit resistance at her narrowed entrance, and drove just as slowly back inside.

It was the most powerfully intimate moment I had experienced up to that point in my life. We formed a ring with our bodies, our lips and tongues entwined as I sheathed myself inside her. As I made love to her tenderly, she whispered sweet encouragement in my ear. "Don't stop. That feels amazing. So good, Stephen."

It did feel amazing. I had been with one other woman before I dated Patricia, and though she never told me how many men she had been with, she did say that I had the biggest cock he had seen in person.

Neither she nor Patricia, though, felt the way Christine did, her pussy gripping my shaft tightly and defiantly resisting if I tried to pull free. As a lover, she was dynamic, at times gripping me tight with her arms and moving her body in counterpoint beneath me, at other times lying back, eyes closed, lips parted slightly in total ecstasy.

I lifted myself up and back, grunting as the head of my cock was squeezed delightfully by her tight walls. She moaned at the briefly heightened sensation, and her eyes fluttered open to watch what I would do next. Smiling reassuringly, I crawled back until my knees were at the edge of the bed. Locking my gaze with hers I lowered my head to her pussy and gave her one long, slow lick from base to clit, dipping deeply between her petals to collect her nectar on my tongue, causing her to writhe on the bed. As I finished the maneuver, I realized that there was a faint sweetness on my tongue, and immediately went for more, lapping at her smooth lips and flowing honey with an enthusiasm that I had never felt before.

Her orgasm came on quickly, and my tongue was traveling down her cleft when it happened. That surprised me, as my wife always needed plenty of clitoral stimulation to get off, and I had only been making lazy circles around her little bump of a clit. Her body stiffened, and she took three quick, hard breaths before crying out and bucking her hips toward me, as though trying to bury my tongue as deeply as possible inside her. Her nectar came out in a sudden gush and I clamped my mouth around her pussy to capture it, sucking greedily at the flow.

I waited, unmoving, until she had begun to relax, and then carefully slid two fingers into her and placed my mouth lightly around her clit. I moved my fingers slowly in and out while gently sucking, and brought her to climax again in less than a minute, this one so strong that she bucked me off of her completely. I felt a surge of smug satisfaction as I watched her tremble and shake. She went limp eventually and lay there with her eyes closed, her mouth curved into a lazy smile.

"Well, that looked pretty convincing, for a robot," I said, as I flopped down next to her.

Christine opened one eye, got a good grip on a spare pillow on her other side and whacked me on the side of the head. She smiled sweetly at my protestation, took my hand in hers, and closed her eyes again.

I lay back, feeling relaxed and satisfied despite not having cum. I really needed to take some time to think long and hard about what had just happened, but right now I just felt happy that it had. I couldn't help but compare the way I had felt just now to how it felt with Trish. It had been intense and pleasurable, but much more than that, I had felt a depth of connection that I had never experienced with anyone before. I still felt it, in fact. Was this what love truly felt like? And if so, what did Trish and I have between us?

I banished those troubling thoughts and checked the time. Patricia's flight would be landing at JFK any minute. I figured she would probably message me rather than call, but I thought I had better get dressed just in case.

"Leaving so soon?" Christine asked, eyeing my still semi-hard cock as I tugged on a shirt.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, "but we can't spend all day in bed."

She laughed, "Well, I could go another round, at least."

Patricia's message came in, opening automatically. "Just landed and heading to the office next. I'll send pics later."

"Come on. You didn't finish," Christine said, drawing her legs up and wiggling her hips suggestively.

"Later," I said, and was surprised to realize that I meant it, that there would be a "later".You have a week to figure this out, I told myself. I also knew that I could get in a lot more trouble in that time.