LoveMachine by Electra Shepherd Page B

and ‘ejaculating semen’ are not sexy.”
    “But these are the correct words.”
    “They’re too scientific. You were doing so well a minute
ago. Remember when you were telling me to suck you?”
    “Yes. You were…very good at it.” Blue slowly began rocking
back and forth inside her. Not the nearly violent, whole-length strokes he’d
used before, more of a little look around, an exploratory rubbing to see where
he was.
    She hadn’t been wrong. He was built exactly the right way to
touch all the sensitive parts inside her.
    “That’s great,” she sighed.
    Blue drew himself a little bit more out of her, going back
in a little bit farther. Very slowly, very sensuously. “You think I should use
the word ‘dick’ instead of ‘penis’?”
    “Among other things.” She wrapped her leg around him again
and pulled him even closer. These slow, careful movements were driving her
wild, making her want more.
    “You find the vernacular to be more appealing.”
    “Don’t you? Wouldn’t you rather hear, ‘Fuck me, Blue’
instead of ‘Please insert your penis into my vagina and move it back and forth
until we both experience sexual release’?”
    While Blue considered, he caressed her breast and her thigh.
“Say that first one again,” he said.
    “Fuck me, Blue.”
    “As you wish.” Expertly, he flipped her over onto her back,
caught her wrists and stretched her arms up over her head, pinning her there as
he drove into her again and again.
    “Oh my God, Blue, yes!”
    “Is that good?”
    “Yes!”
    With every thrust, she entered some entirely new realm of
pleasure. She’d never been fucked like this before. Never. Cally wrapped her
legs around Blue’s waist and hung on for dear life.
    “For me,” he said, kissing the side of her neck and sending
shivers down her, “it’s what we’re doing that matters. I’ve never felt anything
this wonderful in my entire existence.”
    He changed his rhythm from rapid thrusts to slower, deeper
ones. Cally gasped as each movement brought his body right up against her,
rubbing on her clit. Still holding her hands, he dipped his head so he could
fit his lips around one of her nipples and sucked and bit her lightly as he
fucked her.
    “And I know,” he said, lifting his head from her breast,
“you are feeling exactly the same way. I’ve shared your pleasure and now you’ve
given it to me. It’s an extraordinary gift, Cally.”
    He sucked her other nipple, bringing it expertly to
throbbing, almost painful arousal, all the while moving his hips in that slow,
devastating rhythm.
    “Oh Blue, that’s amazing. Don’t stop.”
    “Do you want it harder, Cally? Faster?”
    “Yes. Yes, please. Now.”
    He picked up his pace and Cally groaned loudly.
    “The words don’t matter,” he said. “The feeling matters. I
could describe it in binary and it would be equally as pleasurable. Plus
fort ?”
    “Yes.”
    “ Gyorsabban ?”
    “Yes.”
    His strokes grew harder, faster and Cally tossed her head
back and forth, unable to believe her body could feel this good. Her entire
being focused on her pussy and the amazing things he was doing to it.
    “ Ert þú vilt það ?”
    “Yes!”
    “ Nan neol salanghae .”
    “Yes, Blue, yes!” She was going out of her mind. Her body
began to shudder and open as the first tendrils of her climax curled around
her, waiting to burst into flower.
    “We are doing this together, Cally. Vocabulary is not
important.”
    He kissed her hard and let go of her wrists. She grabbed him
and sank her fingers into his buttocks and back, pulling him to her as if she
would never let him go. One more minute…one more thrust…
    He touched his fingertip to her clit and Cally exploded into
a universe of delight. Shouting out, she felt Blue jerk inside her, heard him
groan as he simultaneously came. A long, shared moment of fireworks and
perfection.
    When she caught her breath enough to think again, she was
lying on her side, curled up in Blue’s