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That caused him to smile. “Good.”
He laid her out on the padded flat chair and pressed his lips against hers. Marisol moaned against his tongue after he deepened the kiss. He let his hands roam her body where he could reach. Her skin was as soft as it looked.
Free broke the kiss to go for her throat next, trailing his lips and tongue down to her shoulder before going lower. He paid extensive attention to her nipples, loving the way they stiffened, and more moans came from Marisol. He knew he was doing everything right from all the indications with the way she shifted and writhed on the chair.
Free kissed her belly. His gaze roamed her beautiful body, and his fingertips brushed over her hips. He froze, though, when he realized what was missing, leaning in to study each side of her hips.
“Marisol, I don’t think you are a clone. It doesn’t matter to me, but later, I’ll be questioning your M Clones.”
“I’m sure DJD was paid extra to remove the normal scar that shows where I was grown inside a vat and to avoid stamping me with the product tattoo so I couldn’t easily be identified as a clone.”
“You’re sure?”
Marisol held his gaze. “I was conscious and watched MC-3 give me a plasma transfusion. I’m a clone since I didn’t die.”
That convinced him. It really didn’t matter though. He loved Marisol regardless of what she physically was. Free leaned in, letting his hands roam her body once more. He loved the taste of her skin, the way she shifted on the converted bed and the soft moans she made.
He focused on her sex when Marisol parted her legs as if she couldn’t stay still. Free used his thumb to explore the seam of her pussy, discovering that she was wet and almost ready to take his dick. He explored the fleshy bud above her slip, growing more excited when her moans became louder. It seemed his research had been correct. A female became highly aroused when her clit was stimulated.
Her scent of need grew stronger, and he leaned in, pushed her legs farther apart, and removed his thumb. He replaced it with his tongue. He loved the taste of her and the way her fingers dove into his blond hair, encouraging him to continue. They both seemed to love oral sex. Her getting it and him giving.
“Free, I’m going to…”
He grew more aggressive with his tongue, licking and sucking on the swollen bud. Marisol’s hips bucked, and it seemed as if she were trying to get away from his mouth. He used his hands to pin her in place, not stopping until she loudly cried out his name and her body spasmed under him. He pulled back, grinning from the knowledge that he’d just made her climax.
“You liked that.”
“I loved that.” Marisol tugged on his hair, which she still gripped, trying to pull him up her body.
He climbed onto the converted bed, getting between her thighs. Marisol welcomed him, releasing his hair to clutch at his shoulders instead. She also spread her legs, bringing them up and wrapping them around his waist. His very hard dick nudged against her sex, and he adjusted his hips, reached down between them to help position his shaft, but then froze. He held her gaze.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes. Claim me as yours, Free.”
That was all he needed as he slowly sank inside her body. A deep groan burst from him at the feel of her heated sex taking him. She was hot, wet, and tight. Clones were told they were soulless beings with no deity, but he suddenly believed in heaven. It was Marisol and the pleasure he felt at being inside her as she wrapped her limbs tighter around him.
They fit perfectly. He braced both hands on the bed to get traction and started to move. It felt incredible, and Marisol seemed to agree as her fingernails dug into her skin. Her moaning of his name urged him to move faster, fucking her deeper. Free let instinct take over until he felt her vaginal muscles clenching and milking his shaft. He cried out her name as he came, emptying his seed inside her body.
“Yes!” Marisol found her release, too.
He had to resist collapsing on top of her as they struggled to recover from the best experience of his life. Every bone and muscle in his body seemed to feel liquified in the aftermath of such extreme physical pleasure. Marisol made him feel strong and ultimately weak at the same time. He wouldn’t change a thing.
Free opened his eyes to find Marisol smiling at him.
She licked her lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Marisol. I also love sex.”
That had her laughing. It felt strange but good to have her body shaking that way while they were so intimately still connected. It triggered him to want to do it all over again. Desire heated his blood, and he adjusted his arm to free his hand, cupping her face. He took her mouth in a deep kiss.
Marisol wrapped her limbs tight around him again and started to roll her hips, suggestively rubbing them together. Free began to fuck her again. They had a lot of time to make up for, and he planned to learn everything that pleased his female. He’d read about a lot of different sexual positions. They’d have to try them out to learn her favorites.
Chapter Nine
Marisol woke, sprawled on top of Free. A faint beeping had pulled her from a deep sleep. He must have heard it, too, since his eyes opened, and a low groan came from his parted lips.
She sat up, straddling his body. She’d learned every inch of it over the past few days. They’d made love as if their lives depended on it. Her muscles were achy even after sleeping, but she had zero complaints.
