sex bots 04 - one night steined (15 page)
Fuck if the idea of her squeezing didn’t get him stiff as iron. “I don’t think so.” Frank flipped her onto her back. He snatched her hands away, pinning them over her head. He tried to stop himself, not rut into her like an animal, but Kuri opened her legs and clamped her ankles on his back.
She dragged him in, and damn—Frank hadn’t realized Kuri was that strong.
“You keeping those pants on?”
“Maybe.” Frank thrust up into the cradle of her groin. He pressed hard enough that Kuri arched off the bed, her gasp filling the room.
Frank raised his eyebrows. “Maybe if you ask nicely.”
Kuri wiggled, trying to get his hardness to the right spot. She let out a breathy,
please
but then negated the sentiment by nipping his collarbone.
“Oh, you are so gonna get it.” Frank eased down her body to her white panties. He toyed with the edges, enjoying the sound of her moans, and then buried his nose where her thighs met.
Her scent exploded around him, intoxicating and lush. Frank knew before he even rolled down the fabric that she’d done what he’d asked. “Aw, you stopped shaving.” He ran a fingertip through the sleek pelt of her sex. Her hair was coarse but straight. The sight of her pussy lips, pink and inviting, peeking out from under a fringe was somehow hotter and more illicit than when she’d been bare.
Frank gazed up Kuri’s body to check her expression and found her blushing crimson. “Aw hell, you are so gorgeous.” He pressed a kiss into the crease of her thigh and then lifted her legs up and to the sides. With a long swipe of his tongue, he traced the path from her taint, up through her lips to circle her clit. Her little bud was hard and she kept twisting to get it under his tongue, but Frank teased her with another long, slow pass before slipping a fingertip between her slick folds to push inside.
“Oh my God.” She squirmed, pressing herself down his finger. “Don’t hold back.”
He was pretty darn sure she didn’t mean that, but Frank added a second finger and curled up his touch until her hips rose off the bed and her clit pressed into his mouth. He suckled as hard as he dared.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She bucked into him with so much force that it was obvious she wanted him to press harder, lick faster, and Frank did—trying to keep up with her panting moans as her body rubbed against his face. When she said, “C’mon,” with a hint of whiny impatience, he risked a pass of his finger over the pucker of her ass.
She growled out a rough shout of encouragement, so he pressed in a little farther, letting her relax into his touch. When he breached the ring of muscle, she screamed out her climax. Kuri bowed off the sheets, twisting and saying his name over and over. It was perfect, exactly what he wanted. Frank was so happy about his success, he was willing to overlook the aching weight in his slacks and call it a night.
Kuri’s hand closed around his wrist tight as a vise—like a hand shooting out of a grave at the end of a horror movie. She pulled him up her body. Her juices coated his stomach as he went, wetting the front of his pants. But her hands were there already—unbuckling his belt.
She stared at him with hard eyes. “If you don’t fuck me right now, Frank, I’m going to…” She didn’t seem to know what to say to back up the threat, so instead Kuri kicked his butt with one of her tiny feet. “You don’t want to know what I’ll do.”
He chuckled at her imperious tone but let her roll his pants down. Frank kicked them off with the help of her scissoring calves. When his cock settled into her damp furrow, Frank couldn’t remember why he thought this was a bad idea. In fact, with Kuri’s body straining under his and her sex pulsing around him, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to have sex with the woman he loved.
“Come on.” Kuri reached down, trying to get him into place, but he snatched away her hand.
“Geez, you always gotta push me.” He smiled. Then he tilted his hips to line up with her opening and thrust forward just a little, just enough to hear her sigh.
Her forehead creased at his next stroke. Still, Kuri bit her lip and chided, “That’s because you’re stubborn.”
He plunged the rest of the way, until he was fully sheathed. With Kuri wrapped around every part of him, Frank didn’t have the strength or will to argue. Not even when she demanded, “So stop your hemming and hawing and do me already.”
Frank kissed her cheek, and then her mouth. He lifted her off the bed and onto his lap, never breaking the link of their bodies, and smiled as he slid deeper. “Doll…” He grabbed her ass with one hand and cupped her neck with the other, and Frank rolled up into her. “That’s one thing I’m pretty sure I can get right.”
Epilogue
December 24th, 2074
Beep—
Kuriko Mai picked up her phone on the first ring. “You in?” She stared nervously at Frank’s dot on her screen. Then she forwarded Frank’s coordinates to Q-ter back at headquarters.
“Yeah, I’m in. They’ve set me up on the downstairs level.” Frank’s thoughts carried over the cell phone. He was using new brain-to-speech software Q-ter developed, since Frank had allowed himself to be taken hostage at the stein-factory as part of the ZU’s Christmas-Eve Op.
Kuri grabbed her automatic rifle off the wall of the van, and then shoved an extra handgun in her holster. She kept the phone tucked under her ear. “Okay, picture everything you’ve seen so far and Q-ter will draw a schematic.”
“Are Shani and Bane in place?” Frank asked.
Blowing out a long sigh, Kuri shook her head. Then she calmly asked, “Frank, who is in charge of this mission?”
Frank paused a long moment before answering. He was having a hard time accepting that Kuri was his boss now, even though he’d been the one to suggest the arrangement. “You are, doll.”
Kuri smiled. “You know it, honeymuffin.” She made a kiss noise over the phone, and then typed a few last instructions into her keyboard for Q-ter to relay to the rest of the team.
“See ya soon?” Frank asked. “These handcuffs are starting to chafe.”
“Ooh, kinky.” Kuri opened the door of the van and hopped out. She pulled her face mask over her new bob haircut. “Don’t worry, hon. I’ll be right there.”
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