Free LoveMachine by Electra Shepherd Page B

an electric spark zapped from his mouth to
hers. Probably it did. Blue had never kissed her before, not on the mouth. Not
even during all the sex play they’d done. She’d assumed he wasn’t built for it.
    But oh, he was. His lips were warm and the right combination
of firm and soft. They pressed against hers so excitingly, so tantalizingly,
tasting her. Not a full-out tongue-fest like a sex-starved man—this was tender
and yet urgent. His mouth explored hers, moving in sips and caresses, light
touches of his lips and tongue. The hot tip of his erection rested against her
belly. Cally moaned and touched his mouth with her tongue.
    Another electric shock. Light, tingling, delicious.
    “You’ve been practicing this,” she gasped in between kisses.
    “For days,” agreed Blue. “I’m sorry that my mouth isn’t
precisely human, though the construction is similar. My voice is produced by—”
    “I know what your voice is produced by. Don’t you dare
apologize.” She delicately licked the side of his generous mouth. Another
little zing. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
    “Neither have I.”
    And then he was back to kissing her. Cally wondered
fleetingly what he’d been studying to learn this—romantic films, maybe? Because
Blue was tender and passionate, strong and earnest.
    And there was the zing. You couldn’t get the zing from a
film.
    “What did you practice on?” she muttered roughly against his
lips. Not Red, please. Or Green.
    Or another human.
    “A grapefruit, mostly.”
    She giggled. The movement brushed her sensitive nipples
against his chest and made his erection press even closer to her so she could
feel its full length against her belly.
    “I don’t think a grapefruit can do this,” she said and
dropped to her knees in front of him.
    Oh yes. There he was, close up in all his beautiful blue
maleness. She’d examined his cock before but then it had been diagrams, a work
in progress, an object. This, now—this was Blue. Wired to his brain, sealed
inside his skin, part of his body and his desire.
    She let her eyes feast on him. His rod pointed upward with a
slight curve to it, the right angle so he’d bump the top of her mouth and
against her throat, so he’d press all the best parts inside her when he fucked
her. It was thick and long, slightly wider at the bottom, and the thick veins
running up the sides looked human but she knew they were part of the mechanism
that made his cock erect. The head of his cock flared out in a plump knob and
the skin darkened there too because of the higher percentage of sensory cells.
Right at the tip was where he was most sensitive. That was where she was going
to drive him crazy.
    First, though, she took his balls and rolled them in her
palm, squeezing slightly. They were cooler than his cock would be, cooler than
his mouth had been, firm and round.
    “Cally,” she heard him say and she glanced up to see Blue
looking down at her. His eyes were brighter, his mouth slack with pleasure.
    “Blue,” she said to him, “get ready. I am going to suck your
dick so hard you’re going to feel like your entire neural processor is coming
out the end of it.”
    He paused as if to let this concept sink in. When he
answered, his voice was slightly breathless, which was something, because he
didn’t precisely have any breath.
    “Okay,” he said.
    Cally started with his balls. She licked around his hairless
sac, tracing the contours of him. She slipped one of his balls into her mouth
and gently sucked at it.
    “That is…very interesting,” said Blue.
    She sucked his other testicle, letting her teeth lightly
graze against it. Blue’s hands came down and settled in her hair, not guiding
her but caressing. Sucking, kissing and nibbling, Cally wondered whether Blue
was going to be a talker or a moaner. She didn’t know so many things about him,
she reflected, licking up the soft seam running between his balls. She supposed
Blue didn’t really know