This time he moved without mercy, his mouth and tongue working together in an oral assault as his fingers slipped into her channel, fucking her with steady strokes that brought her to the brink and sent her hurtling over it into an orgasm that left her gasping for breath like she’d just run the length of the station.
Eric got to his feet and kissed her again, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other low on her back. She could taste herself in that kiss, blended with the warm, spicy notes that were part of Eric.
“Want you too much. Can’t wait anymore. Now’s the moment you get to wrap those sexy legs around my waist and hold on.”
She followed his instructions, arms and legs encircling him, the thick shaft of his cock pressed tantalizingly close to her entrance. She squirmed, inching closer to the edge of the desk and him, then remembered what he’d told her and spoke up. “Need you inside me. Fuck me, Eric. Now.”
His dark eyes glittered with pleasure and approval. “I really do love a woman who knows what she wants.”
With that, he positioned his cock and pressed into her slowly, her body giving way to his with a delicious sense of fullness that had her flexing her inner walls around him before he was even halfway inside.
When he was finally buried to the hilt inside her, he kissed her again with searing intensity and a single-minded need. He eased her backward until she was lying on the desk, the surface smooth and cool beneath her back. She unwound her arms
She pressed her heels into the top of his glutes as she dropped her hands to the edges of the desk, bracing herself as he began to fuck her with a slow, easy pace she knew was so that she had time to adjust. She didn’t need time. She needed him.
“Harder. Faster.” She lifted her head to smile up at him, “Fuck me, Eric. The way I know you want to.”
His fingers sank into her hips, and he uttered a low growl of raw need as he started to move faster, powering into her with thrusts that would have pushed her along the desktop if she hadn’t been holding on.
A primal look burned in his gaze as he took her with long, hard strokes that made her body sing and sent sparks sizzling across every nerve. She arched herself off the desktop to meet his thrusts, dizzy with desire and her ragged breathing punctuated with cries of pleasure. They created a music all their own, wild and passionate, the beat set by the slap of flesh meeting flesh and the pounding of her heart.
A new noise started, a harsh scraping sound as the desk began to move across the floor with each of Eric’s thrusts. She laughed and held tighter, her fingers sinking into the edges of the desk as her world exploded into silvery shards of pure pleasure.
His name rose from her throat in a wild cry as she came. Her pussy clamped down around him, milking his cock as he continued to move, chasing his own release.
He growled her name on the last thrust, burying himself deep inside her. His cock pulsed and thickened, and he came on a yell that almost drowned out the distinctive sound of something breaking.
The desk canted to one side. She tightened her grip, trying to stop her fall, but the edge snapped off in her hand and she slid toward the floor with her legs still tangled around Eric’s waist. They tumbled to the floor in what felt like slow motion. Her landing was cushioned by a floor rug, though they hadn’t fallen hard enough to hurt her. Eric was still caught in the thrall of his orgasm, his cock still pulsing inside her as he uttered a strangled laugh.
“That’s going to be hard to explain to the quartermaster.” His voice was muffled against the crook of her neck.
“Cheap construction,” She declared, looking at the desk, which leaned at a drunken angle, two of its legs on the floor a few feet away.
“Clearly.” He raised his head to give her a dazed but concerned look. “You okay?”
“Fine. Actually, better than fine. Cyborgs are tough, remember?” She raised a hand to make a languid gesture toward the desk. “Tougher than the furniture, as it turns out.” She felt amazing despite the fact they were currently sprawled naked on the floor. She was happy, relaxed, and…content. So, this is what it feels like. If things were different, I could get used to this.
“Next time, we’ll break the bed. More padding.”
“Good plan.” She wiggled suggestively beneath him. “Or we could stay here. Can’t break the floor.”
As tempted as he was to go with her suggestion, Eric opted to untangle himself from Nyx and get to his feet. She took his hand and rose easily, banishing the last of his concerns that she’d been hurt in the fall. They both looked at the remains of his workstation, and Nyx burst into a fit of adorable giggles she kept trying to muffle behind her hand.
He loved seeing her this way, Relaxed, laughing, and gloriously naked. “You’re really not hurt? You sure? I could check for bruises and kiss them better if you like.”
“I’m pretty sure, but maybe you should check, anyway.” She turned her back to him, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Just to be sure.”
His mother might not have raised him to be law-abiding, but she’d hadn’t raised a fool, either. He had his hands on her shoulders in a heartbeat, pressing a kiss to the back of her head and working his way down from there.
“No bumps on the back of your head,” he reported as he moved to her neck, kissing his way across her shoulders and down the graceful lines of her back.
“I thought you were only going to kiss my bruises better.”
“I decided to be thorough. After all, I’m not a doctor, and I’ve only got the one light on. I might miss something.”
“Very sensible.”
He paused to place a lingering kiss on one perfectly rounded ass cheek. “All good so far, but I think I should keep going.”
“Mmhmm,” She confirmed with a contented hum that had his cock stirring again as his head filled with images of her making that same sultry sound with her lips wrapped around his dick.
It took a few more minutes to examine the rest of her, all the way down to her ankles, and as he stood again she surprised him by turning and kissing him hard.
He kissed her back, and somehow she was back in his arms again, legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her the short distance to his bedroom.
It was more than an hour later that they finally stopped to rest, limbs tangled, both of them panting, flushed, and sated – at least for the moment.
Nyx trailed her fingers over the raised burn scars that surrounded the data port on his arm. “How did you get these?”
“Remember when I asked you about V.I.D.A?”
“And you started to mention Absalom, then Dax stopped you and said I hadn’t been cleared for that information?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah. I can’t tell you much, but I can tell you a little.” He was dancing on the razor’s edge of the rules, but she’d been honest with him about her connection to her clone and he wanted to return the favor.
“So, who is she?”
“Not a she, exactly. She’s technically an it.”
Nyx raised her head from his chest. “She’s an it? Explain, please.”
“V.I.D.A.,” he spelled out the letters this time. “Is short for Virtual Intelligent Digital Assistant. It’s an AI program Absalom designed. It was… uh… running a sort of station that the team got sent to for an investigation. V.I.D.A turned out to be the one we were investigating. I was tasked with shutting her down, and she fought back. She attacked me with a power surge that fried some of my implants and came disturbingly close to killing me.”