Rix wordlessly climbs into the vehicle I've been using for my tests, and I triple-check my calculations before I make the centuricmobile levitate. It hovers and then climbs higher and higher until it levels out.
And now, I push a little forward. I program in instructions for the centuricmobile to complete an entire circuit around the scrapyard.
It does. From my vantage point, it looks smooth as silk, and I program another loop around and then for it to land where it began.
The centuricmobile does everything flawlessly.
The landing is pretty smooth too.
I rush over to Rix as soon as the vehicle lands. “Well? How was that?”
“Amazing. Simply amazing.”
With a squeal, I reach over and hug him. My lips seek his, and Rix pulls me up and onto my lap. I straddle him, and something hard presses between my legs. I feel something down there, something inside of me, and it’s begging me to do something. My hands cling to him, gripping his hair, and I push my tongue into his mouth.
He groans against me, and his hands run up and down my body. Rix grips my ass, squeezing it, and I rub against him.
“It’s really hard,” I murmur.
“That’s how much I want you,” he murmurs back before he kisses me again. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Don’t stop.”
Slowly, he helps me out of my clothes, and I return the favor. Well, I try to, but I’m excited and nervous, and my fingers are shaking too much for me to undo his pants, so he has to take them off himself.
I gape at his cock, and I swallow hard. “Are they all that big?” I ask, reaching toward it but then drawing back, almost afraid to touch it.
“You’ve never seen one before?”
I shake my head and then grimace. “One time, a guy flashed me, but it was small. Very small.”
“Either he wasn’t hard, or… some guys just aren’t as blessed.” Rix shrugs and winks at me.
I bite my bottom lip. “Can I touch it?”
“I would love for you to.”
He closes his eyes as I grip his cock, and I rub my hand up and down his shaft. The cock jumps in my hand, twitching, and a tiny drop comes out of the top.
“You’re driving me wild,” he mutters, his voice raspy. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Am I going too slow?”
“It’s torture.”
“Oh, so you want faster?” I ask, grinning as I rub him even slower than before.
"You're an ovian tease," he growls, and he pulls me toward him and kisses me.
After enough kisses to leave my lips swollen, he draws back and stares at me as he slowly places his hands on my breasts. I nod, and he plays with my nipples, gently touching them, squeezing them, twisting them until I gasp.
“Too much?” he murmurs, palming my breasts and leaving my nipples alone.
“Not too much. It just…” I swallow and stare at him with wonder. “It sent a shot through me.”
“To where.”
“To…” I glance down below.
“Can I touch you there?”
I nod.
Rix maneuvers me so I’m sitting beside him, and he reaches over. It seems a bit awkward, and I say so.
“I want to see your face in case it hurts you,” he explains.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if…” I bite my lower lip and then sit on his lap, this time facing away from him.
Rix sucks in a breath. “You’re so bad,” he murmurs in my ear.
His breath makes me tingle all over, and I shiver. His hand slips down from my breast to my stomach, to my thigh, gripping it, and finally to my folds. His fingers rub against the outside, and then he slips one inside me.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “So wet, and so fucking tight.”
I move my hips, wanting him to move, to do something, and he starts to finger me. It feels good, but it also feels frustrating, too, because I don't think I'm going to come. I'm not going to be able to. I'm going to mess everything up because—
"Relax," Rix murmurs. "You're tensing up. Do you want me to stop?"
“No,” I whine. “I want more.”
“More?”
I nod miserably.
He adds another finger, and it feels good, great even, but I still… something is missing, I think. I'm not quite there.
Rix brings his other hand around. Instead of putting any fingers inside me from that hand, he feels around, and then he touches a spot that makes me jump.
“You like?” he asks with a chuckle.
“What… What was that?”
“Shh,” he murmurs, placing the finger that had been against that spot along my lips. “No talking.”
I hold my breath as he brings that hand back down. He doesn’t move the fingers inside me, and he touches that spot, flicks it, and I can’t help groaning. I can’t be silent, and I can’t be still either, moving my hips, needing him to move. The wave is building unlike ever before, a tingling starting in my feet, and then the crest comes rushing over me, and I let out a shriek or a cry, something. I make a sound of some kind.
“Do you like?” Rix asks as he removes my fingers.
I turn around to face him. “Yes, but I want…” My gaze falls between us, to his cock.
Gently, he lies me down on the seat of the centuricmobile. There’s no center console like there is on the older style cars, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he lines his cock with my opening. With a slowness that reminds me of the torture I gave him earlier, he enters me inch by inch. Does it hurt? A little. Is it a tight fit? Yes, but he reaches down to touch that spot, and the discomfort goes away as I get used to his huge size. He thrusts in me deeper, harder,
