LoveMachine by Electra Shepherd Page A

material. She tugged his jeans over his hips and down his
legs, caressing his skin as she removed them.
    “Mmm, underwear,” she murmured, licking her lips as she
positioned herself between his legs again. She wrapped her hands around his
penis and stroked the material up and down his sensitive flesh.
    “Mmm,” repeated Blue, tipping his head back, “underwear.”
    “Even better working around it.” She leaned forward and
flicked her tongue through the front opening of the boxers, finding the head of
Blue’s cock. She licked him with tiny, fleeting touches as she continued to
stroke him through the material, talking in small bursts. “Now whenever…you put
on…boxer shorts…you can think…about me doing this.”
    “It is an incentive.”
    Cally teased him for as long as she could but as great as
anticipation was, the actual sex part was way better. She hooked her fingers in
the elastic of his boxers and tugged them down his legs. Then she looked up at
him sprawled in the chair.
    “All that said, I really like you naked too,” she said.
    “Come here.” Blue beckoned to her and she climbed back onto
his lap, his erection cradled between her thighs. He kissed her, long and slow
and deep. And then deliberately, he pushed her robe off her.
    “You’ve taught me so much,” he told her, his golden eyes
looking straight into hers. “I must thank you, Cally.”
    “Don’t thank me. I’m learning too.” She smiled up at him.
    “I will never forget.”
    His words were so strangely intense considering the teasing
she’d been doing that she tried a joke. “Forget? You? I didn’t think that was
possible unless you wiped your memory banks or something.”
    “You are right. Forgetting is a human luxury.”
    “Human fault, you mean.”
    Blue kissed her again, long and slow and sweet. “I shall
remember,” he murmured against her lips, and he lifted her up and onto his
cock, pushing up into her. Also long, and slow, and sweet.
    At first Cally worried about his strange mood, which he’d
seemed to put on with his first clothes. But then the sensations he was
creating were too good, too overwhelming, to worry at all.
    He held her almost reverently, as if he cherished her. A way
she’d never been held before by a lover. And he moved within her as if timing
his thrusts to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
    Cally held on to him, feeling the heat in his smooth skin
and the strength of him against her. She came right away but he kept on
thrusting into her, bringing her to one peak after another until she was nearly
limp with pleasure. Kissing her the whole time, taking her mouth with his. Only
when it was too much, when she’d faint if he didn’t stop, he tightened his grip
on her and his movements gained urgency until he shuddered out his climax.
    They clung to each other until Cally could finally say,
“Wow.”
    “You’ve expressed my thoughts exactly.” Blue kissed her
forehead and buried his face in her hair. After a long moment, he loosened his
hold on her.
    “I think it’s time,” he said. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Eleven
     
    They took a taxi to Chico’s. Cally snuggled up to Blue in
the backseat. While they’d been busy in her room all weekend, the weather had
taken a turn for the colder. Snow was beginning to flutter from the sky, the
taxi’s heater was making alarming rattling sounds and very little heat reached
the back. Cally was dressed in boots and winter coat, Blue only in his borrowed
jeans, sweater and sneakers, but he was much warmer than she was. He held her
hands captured in his own.
    In the darkness of the cab, his eyes were bright. She caught
the driver looking at them in his mirror a few times but he didn’t say
anything.
    “We should have driven my car,” she said. “My heater works.”
    “Then you couldn’t have had a drink.”
    “It doesn’t matter. Anyway, you could have driven home.”
    “I’ve never driven a car.”
    “You haven’t?”
    “There hasn’t been any need