Mated with the Cyborg by Cara Bristol

he wedged his other hand between their bodies and homed in on her mound. Pressing against it, he curved his fingers to find her clit. An awkward twist of his wrist, but worth it. She purred.
    Kai staggered out of the surf and lowered her onto the sand then lifted her bottom and positioned the backs of her knees on his shoulders. He lowered his head to her pussy. Her sultry gaze widened with shock, and he guessed that the men of her race did not practice cunnilingus. Okay for the women to be trained in fellatio, but the men weren’t about to return the favor. Stupid bastards. Perhaps he ought to thank them for allowing him to be Mariska’s first.
    But not her last after this .
    Don’t go there! He called on his cyberbrain to blank out the jealousy then took a deep breath to flood his senses with the scent of her—the sea and musky, sexy woman. With gentle fingers, he parted the folds of her pussy to expose her clit and vaginal entrance. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the sensitive bud. Mariska let out a keening cry.
    He watched her as he licked, enjoying her pleasure, her thrashing. Her moisture ran down his chin, and he sought the source, curling his tongue into her channel. The taste of her exploded in his mouth.
    Her knees squeezed his head, and she grabbed handfuls of sand. He alternated between fluttering his tongue to excite her and dipping into her pussy to feed his need. Her legs on his shoulders did most of the lifting for him, freeing him to slip a finger into her passage.
    She moaned and tightened her internal muscles. Slowly, he pumped, fucking her as he continued to stroke. He felt a flutter seconds before she gasped then her beautiful face contorted as her pussy convulsed in orgasm around his fingers. When the tremors subsided, he picked her up, leaped to his feet, and charged back into the surf.
    “Wrap your legs around my hips,” he said.
    Her first experience with beach sex should not result in sand wedged in private places. When he was waist deep in the water and certain they’d washed off the sand, he positioned her over his erection and pushed in.
    “Okay?” he gritted out. Her tight, wet passage welcomed him home, but perhaps he should have been gentler.
    “Yes.” She kicked her heels against his buttocks. “More.”
    He gave her more, and everything else he could offer, trying to claim a future where none could be. He raised and lowered her on his cock. The outgoing tide pushed at their bodies; the incoming threatened to pull them in. Eddies swirled at his feet, and maybe his head, too.
    His mind wrapped around the scent, taste, and sensation of her. He adjusted his thrusts to drag at her clit, and, after she exploded again in his arms, he followed her in a blazing orgasm that sucked the air from his lungs and the strength from his knees.
    He fell, and they crashed into the surf.
    They staggered upright, sputtering, choking, laughing.
    “I’m glad I learned to swim,” Mariska said.
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    As much as Kai loved the water, Mariska preferred the sand, which reminded her of her home planet. While she explored the small dunes they’d discovered, he relaxed on their lanai—or attempted to. His human eyes appreciated the beauty and seemingly realness of the ocean, but his microprocessor had noted the tides operated on a precise schedule: every twenty-two seconds a wave crashed on the beach, hitting the same mark each time. Perfection tarnished authenticity. After noticing the pattern, he could not go back to not knowing.
    Once attained, knowledge eradicated the comfort of ignorance.
    He sighed and tried not to count the seconds.
    Ping! Ping! Ping!
    A hail, marked urgent, arrived from Brock. Kai bolted upright in his beach chair and opened the channel.
    Carter knows you’re on Darius 4 .
    How? How could the director have found him so fast?
    He didn’t say.
    Is he coming here? Would Carter send a team to drag him in? Kai wasn’t prepared to account for his actions