his palm, and
he rubbed harder and faster. “Oh, Sophia,” he whispered,
lowering his lips to her throat.
She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Julian,
please...”
He began to thumb her nipples, and her arousal drove him
wild. “Sophia, you are perfect, so perfect...” he
murmured. “You have no idea...” God, what he wouldn't
give right now to put his mouth to her beautiful breasts and suck her
hard. He wanted to nip her nipples between his teeth, and suckle her
until she begged him to fuck her. It was killing him. He had to
stop. Right now.
He dropped his hands to his side and stepped away from
her. The ache he felt at not having her in his arms was so acute, it
was almost like a knife slashing through every fiber in his body.
His erection strained against the crotch of his pants, throbbing
painfully, but there was nothing he could do about that right now.
He closed his eyes. He should not have taken things so far. Why?
Why the hell had he touched her? He should have known better. Why
touch her when he couldn't take her?
Sophia was standing there, her eyes brimming with hurt
and confusion. Julian hated himself. He had held her, wanted her,
aroused her, and then dropped her just like that. The last thing he
wanted was for her to feel humiliated and rejected.
Before he could speak, Sophia blurted out, “Let's
just do the experiment now and get it over and done with! That's it,
isn't it? You can't have me, because you're saving me for your sex
machine. So let's do it. Now. Let me test the machine right now!
If it can bring me to orgasm, so much the better. I so need that
right now. You might deny your urges, but your body doesn't lie,
Julian.”
Her words were like a stinging slap to his face. He
glanced down at the fierce bulge in his pants and cursed under his
breath. He had to get a hold of himself. But just having Sophia in
the same room—he would never get his erection under control.
“ It's late...” he mumbled at last.
“ Why? It is a sex machine, right? It is never too
late for sex. Is there a stipulated time for sex, for a woman to
orgasm?”
“ N-no. No, that is not what I meant. I just
thought...”
“ Don't think, Julian. Just do it.”
The sexual innuendo in her words hit him like a bolt of
electricity, traveling straight to his cock. Shit. His erection
flared even stronger.
Despite the torture she was putting him through, he
smiled. This woman turned him on so much. “Oh I will. Just
not now. Not yet.” But soon.
To his surprise, Sophia looked straight up at him and
answered, “I don't want to wait, Dr. James. Let's see if your
machine can make me come—since you won't.”
Julian muttered a curse. She was making it so damn
hard. But if this was how she wanted it—“Fine.”
His breathing and heartbeat quickening, Julian strode
over to the sex machine. Staring at the white sheet covering the
machine, he wavered for a moment. Should he go through with it? Was
this how her first experience with the sex machine should be? Would
the results be accurate? Was she ready? Was he ready?
He would have to watch her being stimulated and aroused,
and monitor all her responses, physical, psychological,
physiological. He would have to watch her orgasm, as a scientist, a
doctor, and not a man. The man wanted to fuck her; the scientist
wanted to observe her. This experiment was going to break him in
two, but he asked for it, didn't he?
Taking a ragged breath, Julian wheeled the humongous
machine to the middle of the room and marched to the control panel at
the back of the machine. He keyed in all Sophia's vital statistics
in double-quick time while his resolve and restraint still held.
Sophia's eyes were wide and round. “This is...the
sex machine?”
Julian blew out a long breath. “I'd have
preferred you rest first, but...you're right. No point in waiting
and delaying. Needs must. So—” Without warning, he
yanked the sheet off the machine and grabbed Sophia's wrists
he rubbed harder and faster. “Oh, Sophia,” he whispered,
lowering his lips to her throat.
She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Julian,
please...”
He began to thumb her nipples, and her arousal drove him
wild. “Sophia, you are perfect, so perfect...” he
murmured. “You have no idea...” God, what he wouldn't
give right now to put his mouth to her beautiful breasts and suck her
hard. He wanted to nip her nipples between his teeth, and suckle her
until she begged him to fuck her. It was killing him. He had to
stop. Right now.
He dropped his hands to his side and stepped away from
her. The ache he felt at not having her in his arms was so acute, it
was almost like a knife slashing through every fiber in his body.
His erection strained against the crotch of his pants, throbbing
painfully, but there was nothing he could do about that right now.
He closed his eyes. He should not have taken things so far. Why?
Why the hell had he touched her? He should have known better. Why
touch her when he couldn't take her?
Sophia was standing there, her eyes brimming with hurt
and confusion. Julian hated himself. He had held her, wanted her,
aroused her, and then dropped her just like that. The last thing he
wanted was for her to feel humiliated and rejected.
Before he could speak, Sophia blurted out, “Let's
just do the experiment now and get it over and done with! That's it,
isn't it? You can't have me, because you're saving me for your sex
machine. So let's do it. Now. Let me test the machine right now!
If it can bring me to orgasm, so much the better. I so need that
right now. You might deny your urges, but your body doesn't lie,
Julian.”
Her words were like a stinging slap to his face. He
glanced down at the fierce bulge in his pants and cursed under his
breath. He had to get a hold of himself. But just having Sophia in
the same room—he would never get his erection under control.
“ It's late...” he mumbled at last.
“ Why? It is a sex machine, right? It is never too
late for sex. Is there a stipulated time for sex, for a woman to
orgasm?”
“ N-no. No, that is not what I meant. I just
thought...”
“ Don't think, Julian. Just do it.”
The sexual innuendo in her words hit him like a bolt of
electricity, traveling straight to his cock. Shit. His erection
flared even stronger.
Despite the torture she was putting him through, he
smiled. This woman turned him on so much. “Oh I will. Just
not now. Not yet.” But soon.
To his surprise, Sophia looked straight up at him and
answered, “I don't want to wait, Dr. James. Let's see if your
machine can make me come—since you won't.”
Julian muttered a curse. She was making it so damn
hard. But if this was how she wanted it—“Fine.”
His breathing and heartbeat quickening, Julian strode
over to the sex machine. Staring at the white sheet covering the
machine, he wavered for a moment. Should he go through with it? Was
this how her first experience with the sex machine should be? Would
the results be accurate? Was she ready? Was he ready?
He would have to watch her being stimulated and aroused,
and monitor all her responses, physical, psychological,
physiological. He would have to watch her orgasm, as a scientist, a
doctor, and not a man. The man wanted to fuck her; the scientist
wanted to observe her. This experiment was going to break him in
two, but he asked for it, didn't he?
Taking a ragged breath, Julian wheeled the humongous
machine to the middle of the room and marched to the control panel at
the back of the machine. He keyed in all Sophia's vital statistics
in double-quick time while his resolve and restraint still held.
Sophia's eyes were wide and round. “This is...the
sex machine?”
Julian blew out a long breath. “I'd have
preferred you rest first, but...you're right. No point in waiting
and delaying. Needs must. So—” Without warning, he
yanked the sheet off the machine and grabbed Sophia's wrists
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