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“I thought you would like it.” She stroked him once, twice, three times. “Set me down, my cyborg. I need more access to your huge form.”
She also didn’t want him to expend more effort than he had to.
He lowered her until her booted feet touched the floor.
She pumped him. He was unrelenting against her palms, and she relished the power in his physique. His strength and his speed had kept them both safe over the planet rotation.
Drift’s fingers closed into tight fists. His lips flattened.
“I could get you off like this.” She cupped his balls with one of her hands while working his cock with the other. “One squeeze of my fingers, and you’d come so hard you’d see stars.”
“Yes.” Her cyborg vibrated with wanting.
“No.” She rolled his balls. “Because you said you manufacture more nanocybotics when you transfer them to me. Coming all over the floor isn’t transferring them to me.”
“If you’re seeking a solution, I don’t have one, my female.” His voice was now deeper than open space. “My processors malfunctioned as soon as you touched my cock.”
A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip.
She swept one of her thumbs over it, and he shuddered. “It is a problem. I can’t let you come like that, my male.”
Getting him close to that point was allowed, however. And it was pleasurable.
She ran her right hand up and down his length while she played with his balls.
His knuckles whitened under the dual sensual assault.
“My female.” He widened his stance.
“I do have a solution for our problem.” She leaned closer to him, looked up at him, and slowly, leisurely licked her lips.
His eyes brightened. “I love your solution.”
“I haven’t told you my solution yet.” She dragged her mouth along his chest.
His abs rippled. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll love it.”
She knew her male and he would love it.
Her lips curled upward.
“You can come down my throat.” She nipped at his left pec, and all of him twitched. “I’ll wrap my lips around your shaft, take you deep, and you’ll fill my mouth with your essence, with your nanocybotics.”
A hurting sound came from her male.
She lowered her voice to a husky murmur. “I crave the flavor of you, my Drift.”
“Frag, yes,” her cyborg shouted. “Taste me, my female.”
He propelled his hips toward her.
Her male was flatteringly eager. Roshini quashed a laugh.
“Oh, I’ll taste you.” She licked down his massive form. “I’ll taste all of you.” She lapped at his skin.
He tasted of minerals and metal and love.
She dropped to her knees before him.
