Chapter 8 - Making Love
brought to your room had not been easy for Mike, as he continued to be the automaton a little 'unruly; However, this circumstance, rather than the contrary, had kindled in him a spark of violent excitement. Finally arrived at their destination, Billie pushed against the door of the bedroom and bit the skin of the throat. The android
sighed because, despite his skin was brief, however, was able to feel the teeth of the other stimulate receptors, which are scattered on it. It was a feeling that puts the chills and was sending electric shocks in its function centers.
Overcoming a good deal of timidity, the robot is allowed to move his arms around the shoulders of the count, leaving those human fingers crept under his shirt, and tap the latex formed his cabinet. He buried his head into the neck of Lord Pritch, warning their artificial tears sting your eyes, not a human being and not being able to love, but as they were able to do, I grieved deeply.
- Are you okay? - Michael asked, kissing his mouth pink and moist, and Bill could not help but nod and inexperienced to be led like a puppy, even if he wanted to cry do not feel that way, but you are an adult, like the man who had before.
Once rich in master bedroom, they dropped on the bed, the blond assault with passion the servant who surrendered and those with delight at the touch of his hands and lascivious of his mouth. After
was only the rustling of clothes and a crescendo of moans lustful, while Michael moved Billie winding up, exploring her body with robotic fingers and showing things that would never have even imagined. The kisses that rested on the neck, behind the ears and chest were the enormously exciting, sweeping each of its sensor and overload at the moment, making his center of control for too many unusual details that fell. The count saturated with its own essence, making him explode in a devastating pleasure, in the form of an electric shock as white as snow, through it from head to foot, shaking each logical process and unpack all files of his positronic brain.
Billie felt exposed, manipulated, vulnerable, powerless and enveloped in a fog muffled, that diminished his perceptions. It was given with all his being, guided by the hands and the words of his master sensual.
Instead, Michael had lived quell'amplesso so intense and almost delirious, recording every change of expression, every moment of astonishment on the faces of Billie and putting in every gesture, the whole transport as she could.
- Master ... - The sigh of the automaton, which he felt almost float in space, was like a prayer. Never, never in his life he had felt an emotion like that ... Lord Pritch had pulled up to a new extreme, making him to feel new and unthinkable for someone like him.
Michael, meanwhile, was totally on another planet ... the pleasure they had received, feeling tight in the body dell'androide, and battered him for a moment he found himself wishing that Billie was really be a human, knowing full well that this was impossible.
- Try to sleep, Billie. - Invited him, stroking his flat stomach and kissing her cheek soft like a peach.
- I'm sorry, but I can not sleep. - Piped the robot - I'm not programmed to do so -
- Close your eyes and think back on what happened. - The Count suggested yawning, and then embarrassed smile, the expression of her lover-What happens? - She asked softly.
Billie hid her face against his chest, humming - and 'that if you look back, sir ... Well ... I do not think that I would enjoy some pictures of what you humans call sleep . - Michael
exploded in laughter amused: no, in fact he would not be able to sleep, if he relived in his mind what had just happened between them. - Come here. - Added in a low voice and did so as soon as the automatic, pressed him against, leaning more to the pads, rubbed her back to relax and finally fell asleep. Billie, who had looked asleep, but was not lower eyelids and wait patiently until a hypnotic sort of torpor did not catch too.
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