Chapter 57
She kissed him.
He could weep. It was in his programming. He kept himself hydrated for those occasions. Sweat, tears, sex-fluids. All those things were possible. He did not recall turning on that mechanism, but his cheeks were wet when she pulled away.
“No, it’s not. It’s human.”Tradeoffs by Elizabeth L. Brooks
…kissing her and she tastes good, so good, like strawberries and chocolate and a hint of bitter coffee. Her mouth is pliant under mine, and then not; her tongue teases at my lips, begging for more. I pretend to ignore it for now, stretching the moment, the anticip—
She loves kissing; she’s told me that before. I’m happy to give her that; I like kissing, too. But if I have to be honest, a big chunk of my attention is already on parts lower—the roundness of her breasts against my chest, the way her legs are sliding against mine, the way my cock feels as it struggles against the clothing confining it. But I don’t give in to them, not yet.