Testing Truth (Cyborg Space Exploration #6) - Cynthia Sax Page 0,47

sexy, beautiful.” He grinned. “Your lips are pursed, and your breasts are jiggling, and there are beads of sweat on--”

“Remove it for me, cyborg.” She gave up on her attempt to undress him.

Truth laughed. “Yes, my princess.” He lifted the piece of body armor easily, tossed it behind him.

“Thank you.” She kissed his right shoulder, dragged her lips over his collarbones, kissed his left shoulder.

His skin was a lighter shade of gray where the beam had sliced into him. It was slightly bruised in a couple of other spots.

But there were no lingering tears, no unhealed wounds, no scars. And he was reassuringly warm.

Nancy licked one of his pecs, tasting metal and male, a tantalizing combination unique to her cyborg. He groaned, the low, deep sound exciting her.

That was the reaction she sought from him. “Remove.” She tapped her fingertips against the body armor covering his abs.

He obligingly stripped that stretch of himself bare.

She trailed her tongue along the cascading muscles. They rippled under her attention. She slid between his spread legs as she adored more of him. Her knees touched the floor. Her tongue connected with more body armor.

Truth hastily removed that barrier, her warrior adorably eager, surprisingly silent. She had rendered him speechless. Pride expanded her chest.

She laved his flat stomach, and his cock twitched. That part of him was hard and oh so very tempting. She gazed at him, not hiding her yearning, and slowly licked her lips.

Her cyborg gripped the chair’s armrests. Hard.

He desired her tongue on his shaft, and she would give him what he wanted.

But she would tease him first. She leisurely explored the indents at his hipbones, mouthing over him, back and forth, back and forth, edging closer and closer to her prize.

A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip.

“You’ve served your princess well this planet rotation.” She looked upward, met his brilliant-blue gaze. “It’s your princess’ turn to serve you now.”

“No warrior could ask for a better reward.” His voice deepened with lust.

She pressed her lips against his base, and his cock bobbed. “You’re not merely any warrior, Truth.” She trailed her tongue along his shaft, following a pulsing vein. “You’re my warrior, the one male I’d trade everything to please.”

“You please me.” The armrests bent under his fingers, the metal no match for her cyborg’s strength, his need. “You please me very much, Princess.”

“I’ve merely started to do that.” She skimmed her tongue along his rim, circling him round and round.

“Fraggin’ hole.” His jaw was clenched. “I might not survive your pleasing.”

She flicked her tongue over his cock head, claiming the droplet positioned on his slit.

Her cyborg’s hips lifted. The armrests crumbled. The pieces fell to the floor, the clatter absorbed by the thickness of the fabric covering that surface.

His nanocybotics fizzed on her tongue. His essence warmed her mouth, throat, stomach. “You’re delicious, cyborg.” She moaned in appreciation. “I should reward you more often.”

“I won’t argue with that decree.” He moved his hands to her face and sank his fingers into her hair, loosening the tendrils, alleviating that pressure. “You’re decadently soft, Princess.” Her cyborg curved his fingers over her skull.

“I don’t look very princess-like.” Her hair hadn’t been covered with pigment before the rescue. “I’m not wearing a tiara.”

“If your subjects saw you now, it’s doubtful they would be most concerned about your lack of a tiara.” Her foolish male laughed. “You have your dainty pink tongue on my huge cock.”

“That’s true.” She nuzzled against his balls. “Your huge cock would shock anyone.”

It intimidated her a bit. She lifted her head and gazed at it. It would be a challenge to fit all that maleness into her mouth.

But she was willing to try.

Eager to attempt that feat, she pushed her lips over his tip and gently sucked.

Truth’s smile disappeared and his hold on her intensified.

She released him and he sagged against the back of the chair. “You’re a force, beautiful.”

It was her turn to laugh. “You haven’t experienced anything yet.” She inhaled him once more, taking more and more of his length, cradling his shaft with her tongue.

His muscles flexed against her. Her cyborg was a powerful male, a warrior with very few equals, and he was hers. She controlled his bliss, could shift the tension within his unbending frame with a sultry look or a touch of her hands.

Her fingers brushed over his balls, and he made a hurting sound, proving that point.

She took more and more of him until his tip tapped the back of her throat.