Page 24 of Cyborg's Tether
Her expression showed tenderness and desire. “I feel the same way. I’ve never connected with anyone like this before.”
She leaned in to kiss him again, but he hesitated, a thought occurring to him. “Amaya, I must inform you...my body is not fully organic. There are significant cybernetic components that may make intimate relations...challenging.”
Amaya’s smile didn’t falter. “I’m a cybertech specialist, remember? I’m not afraid of a little challenge. Besides,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I find your cybernetic enhancements incredibly sexy.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest, surprising them both. He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her flush against him. “Perhaps we should retire to more private quarters to continue this exploration.”
Amaya’s eyes darkened with desire. “I thought you’d never ask.”
As Xavier stood, lifting Amaya effortlessly in his arms, he was amazed at the turn of events. For the first time since his cyber-conversion, Xavier felt truly alive, and as he carried Amaya toward his quarters, he silently thanked whatever cosmic force had brought them together.
He gently set Amaya down as they reached his quarters, keying in the access code with one hand while keeping the other firmly around her waist. As the door slid open, she turned to face him with obvious excitement and nervousness. “I want you.”
Xavier cupped her face in his hands, wondering at how small and delicate she seemed compared to his cybernetic frame. “I want you too.” He gently pushed her inside his quarters and sealed the door before kissing her deeply, pouring all of hispassion and longing into the embrace. Amaya responded in kind, her body melting against his as the kiss intensified.
They stumbled into the bedroom, their movements fueled by a growing urgency. Her uniform suit seemed determined to withstand his suddenly shaking fingers as he struggled with the closures.
She laughed, a sound that sent a thrill through him. “Let me help.”
Her nimble fingers made short work of the fastenings, and she shrugged out of the garment, leaving her clad only in a thin underlayer.
“You’re beautiful.” The words escaped him before he could stop them, but he meant every syllable.
She flushed, her skin turning a lovely shade of pink. “Thank you.”
She reached for the fastening of her form-fitting bodysuit worn under the uniform, hesitating for a moment before pulling open the loops and letting the garment fall to the floor of his quarters.
His breath hitched when he took in the sight of her, naked and vulnerable before him. She was a vision of perfection, her body lithe and toned, with her curves accentuated by the soft light of the room.
She stepped closer, her gaze locked on his as she placed her hand on his chestplate. “I want you, Xavier,” she said again. The sound of his name on her lips was enough to send a surge of desire through him, and he pulled her close, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Their bodies pressed together, and he sensed the heat of her arousal through the thin layer of his own suit under the armor. His synthetic skin tingled where she touched it, with the sensation actually sharper than what he experienced on the patches of his real skin.
She moaned softly as he trailed kisses along her neck, moving her hands over his back and shoulders as she worked at the straps on his armor.
He helped her remove the pieces, each clattering to the floor in turn, until he was just in his uniform and underlayer. She took her time peeling the clothing off of him, tracing her fingers over the lines of his musculature and the smooth planes of his cybernetics.
When he was finally bare before her, she looked up at him with awe and desire. “You’re incredible,” she said, eyes wide as she took in the sight of him. “I’m a cybertech expert, and I’ve seen all manners of conversions, but you’re the pinnacle of perfection, X.”
He arched a brow. “X?”
She grinned. “A nickname. Do you like it?”
He nodded, unable to find the right words to express the depth of emotion he felt in that moment.
She took his hand and led him to the bed, pressing her body against his as she guided him to sit on the edge. She straddled his lap, looping her arms around his neck as she kissed him again, her tongue exploring his mouth.
He groaned, gripping her hips as she rocked against him, the heat of her pussy teasing his cock through the fabric of her panties. He wanted her so badly, but he also wanted to savor the moment, to commit every detail to memory. He must have had sex before his conversion, but that was among the fractured memories left behind after the procedure. He was like a damned virgin again.
She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his jawline and to the sensitive skin of his neck. He shivered as she nipped at the spot where his pulse thrummed, her teeth grazing the synthetic skin.
She continued her exploration, moving her mouth lower to track the line of his collarbone and then the curve of his shoulder. Her hands followed, fingertips dancing over the contours of his muscles, and the ridges of his cybernetic enhancements.
Her touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through his body, and he was achingly hard now, desperate for her. “Amaya...” he said, his voice thick with need. “I want you.”
She smiled with desire. “You have me, X.” She reached between them to grasp his cock, stroking it slowly as she gazed into his eyes. “I’m yours.”
With that, she eased herself onto her knees and kissed the tip of his cock, making him groan and shudder. “Do you like this?”