“Good girl,” Pierce was growling fiercely. “Such a good girl, Leita, to take my cock inside you.” One of his hands moved from its position on her hip and she watched it slide down to her pelvis, to the place they were joined. Blunt fingertips slipped inside her open pussy lips and began stroking her tender clit in time to his strokes inside her. “Come on, baby,” he murmured as he touched her. “Watch me finger you. Watch me fuck you. You wanna come—I know you wanna come. You need to. Do it, Leita. Come all over my cock while I fill you up.”
“Oh…oh Goddess!” Leita nearly screamed. Suddenly she was flying, the orgasm crashing over her like a drenching wave of light. She was exploding, falling, dying… She felt her inner muscles spasm around the thick invader and suddenly Pierce pushed into her hard and held rock-solid and steady as he allowed her orgasm to trigger his own.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he gasped, pulling her close as he emptied into her. “Watch me come in you. Watch me fill you up.”
Leita moaned, unable to take her eyes from the viewer as he pulsed inside her. They seemed to be frozen for a long moment in the act of completion, Pierce’s hands on her hips and her thighs spread wide to receive him. But finally he took a deep breath and began to pull out of her. She watched in fascination as his shaft slid from her ravaged pussy, leaving her feeling empty and naked somehow when she hadn’t felt so before.
The powerful orgasm had drained her and she felt so tired suddenly, so emotionally exhausted that she felt she could barely move. Never had she had such an intensely passionate encounter, she thought to herself dully, and it had all been with a machine. The thought made her sad and despite the pleasure she had been feeling a moment before, she was suddenly filled with despair. When she looked up, she saw that the girl in the viewer had tears in her eyes.
“All right, honey. It’s okay,” Pierce whispered to her, stroking her back with warm, gentle hands. He pulled her close. Then he kissed her throat and cheeks while he removed the tight nipple clamps. Leita hissed as the oxygen-starved tissue woke up and tingled with pain. Pierce sucked her hurt nipples soothingly, easing the ache. Then, still murmuring endearments, he turned off the viewer and pulled her down on the bed so that she was pressed against him, her head tucked under his chin.
“Now,” he rumbled, when they were settled comfortably with his arms around her. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Did I hurt you? Or didn’t it work for you?”
“No, I…no, it worked.” Leita sniffed, reaching up to blot her eyes against her forearm. “It was wonderful—exactly what I wanted. I don’t know why I’m… I mean, I just…” She looked up at him, at the deep blue eyes filled with concern for her and blurted, “I just…I just wish you were real.”
“Oh, baby…” Pierce kissed her temple gently. “I’m sorry. Just so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I said it.” Leita pressed her face against his chest. “I just… I’ve been feeling so…I guess I can’t explain it.”
“Then don’t try,” he told her. “Let’s just get some sleep and we’ll talk about it in the morning.” He dimmed the lights and settled her comfortably in the crook of his arm.
Leita closed her eyes obediently but one thought kept pressing against her brain, keeping her from drifting off. She had fallen in love with her Companion 3000 and as much as she might like to pretend, he would never really love her back.
“I wish you were real,” Leita said, and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he was. But something held Pierce back. Admitting that he wasn’t what he’d been pretending to be for the last month and a half was a big step and he just didn’t feel ready to take it tonight. For one thing they were both physically and emotionally exhausted—Leita to the point of tears. And for another, what the hell would he say when he told her?
“Sorry, Leita, but I’ve been putting on an act this entire time. I’m not a sex robot, I’m a real guy that got shipped here by mistake. Oh, and by the way, I’m gonna have to be leaving soon—hope you don’t mind.” There was no way he could break that to her gently, not after the scene they’d just been through together. It amazed Pierce how close he felt to her after the extreme sex, the sense of ownership he felt as he cradled her sweet, warm body in his arms. He’d claimed her tonight, and she’d claimed him. Leita held his heart in the palm of her hand, if only she knew it.