How You Take Me

HOW YOU TAKE ME

AN EROTIC ROMANCE

(The Sex Machine: Book 3)

By

Natalie Kristen

Copyright
© 2013 Natalie Kristen

ALL
RIGHTS RESERVED

This
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are
used fictitiously or are the products of the author's imagination.
Any resemblance to actual locales, events, establishments or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

*****

The sex machine
has done its job exceedingly well. But just as they near the
conclusion of their contract and Julian's research, danger stalks
right up to Julian's doorstep and shatters their world. What will
they give to save each other? Can Sophia and Julian overcome their
fears and hurt and fight for their happily ever after?

*****

Julian never thought he would hear those words from her.
He stared at Sophia across the dining table, barely breathing,
barely comprehending what she had just said.

But I want you to do it. Not the machine. I want
you.

She wanted him. Wanted him to touch her, taste her,
take her. Julian's eyes lowered from her quivering lips, down the
curves of her body. He was aware that he was breathing rapidly
through his mouth, to try to get enough oxygen to his brain. He
couldn't breathe fast enough, couldn't wait to take her fast enough.
From the very first moment he saw her, he had wanted her. Wanted her
so bad it was a physical ache, an ache the pounded into his very
core. But he couldn't have her. In the name of science and his
work, he had to resist his desire and his urges. He had her in his
house, under his roof, sleeping in the room just opposite his every
night. He had never struggled so hard. He never had to. He had
never wanted anyone this badly, this painfully, in more than half a
decade. To relief his mounting passion which was consuming him
alive, he had allowed his fantasies to play out only in the privacy
of his bedroom. He had imagined her beautiful, naked body in his
bed, writhing and moaning beneath him, and he had tried to get his
rock hard erection under control.

And Sophia had caught him in the act.

She had walked in on him, walked right up to the edge of
his bed as he lay there trying to relieve his painful erection which
was driving him out of his mind and whispering her name. But—she
hadn't flinched. That amazing, strong, incredibly sweet woman had
stood silently in his bedroom, by the side of his bed, and watched
him. When he opened his eyes and realized that he was not
hallucinating, he had covered himself in a hurry but instead of shock
or fear, he had seen only a gentle understanding and warmth on her
face. When he pulled her into his arms, she had leaned in to him,
accepting and trusting his touch. This woman was just so
irresistible, so unshakable, and yet so fragile. And she never
failed to surprise him.

He had just told her that the next stage of his research
on human sexuality would involve cunnilingus being performed on her.
The deed could be done by the sex machine, or...by a person.

He had expected his announcement to be met with
rejection, apprehension, tears and fears. Instead, her response was
clear and simple:
I want you.

It threw him entirely off balance.

Julian only realized how long he had been staring at
her, when she suddenly lowered her gaze and muttered, “If
you...d-don't want to do it...”

How could he not want her?

How could she even think that?

“
Sophia. Don't you know how much I want you?”
he said through gritted teeth. “I've wanted to put my mouth on
you for so long. I've dreamed and I've fantasized and I've struggled
so hard. To have my lips directly on you, on the most intimate part
of your body. The thought is enough to drive me out of my mind. I
want you. And I don't think I can wait.” Desire coursed
through his veins like molten lava, straight to his groin. He wanted
her naked and he wanted to taste her now. His chair toppled behind
him as he stood. “I want to do it to you. Right. Now!”
he growled.

Julian saw Sophia's eyes widen and a whimper escaped
from her pretty mouth as he pulled her up forcefully from her seat.
He stormed out of the kitchen, gripping her tightly by the wrist and
took the stairs two at a time. Sophia was gasping and twisting
feebly in his grip, but her small sounds and shivering inflamed him
even more. He pushed through the door to his home laboratory, and
turned to face Sophia. She looked up at him, her soft, pink lips
parted and her breath coming quick and shallow. He could see the
expectation and the tiniest trace of fear in her large, doe eyes.
She was trembling with excitement and anticipation, expecting so much
of him yet not knowing what to expect at all.

His hands moved to hold her waist, to steady her, and
the softness and warmth of her body unleashed his straining lust.
With a guttural sound that was almost like a low roar, he ripped the
clothes off her, wrenching her t-shirt over her head. She yielded
without struggle, and he knelt and pushed her shorts and panties down
her long, shapely legs. Her legs were slightly parted and he almost
groaned at the sight. Forcing his eyes and hands up her body, he
traced his hands along the curves of her waist and bosom. His hands
moved from the small of her back to the clasp of her bra. Looking
deeply into her eyes, he unclasped her bra and let it fall at their
feet.

Holding her naked body in his arms, Julian walked her
backwards until they reached the sex machine in the middle of the
room. Slowly he raised her arms over her head and held her hands in
his for a moment before letting the metal cuffs take the place of his
hands.

Punching in the numbers at the control panel took less
than a minute. Julian let the curved glass walls of the machine seal
him in with Sophia. She stood quivering before him, cuffed and naked
and...so ripe and ready. For him.

“
Just a while,” he muttered, unsure of
whether he was talking to himself or to her. “Let the machine
record your breathing, heart rate and other patterns first before
I...”

Before I taste you, Sophia. Before I taste you and
make you come so completely. Before I do what I have been dreaming
of doing for the past two weeks.

Once Julian heard the click and whir of the machine, and
saw the blinking red light on the monitors change to green, he could
hold off no longer. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he parted
her legs and leaned in to devour her.

Inhaling the intoxicating scent of her sex, he peppered
the insides of her thighs with soft kisses, feeling her tremble and
listening to her quickening breaths, before allowing himself to taste
her. He reached out and took his first tentative taste of her. His
tongue swirled round her glistening clit, and the fierce shudder
which coursed through her body made his lips quirk up in a smirk. He
dug his nails into her thighs and pushed his mouth against her
delicious pussy. He lapped hungrily at her, circling and pleasuring
her clitoris until it is hard and engorged in his mouth. She was so
fucking wet, and her sweet juices were trickling down her thighs.
Unable to control his raging hunger, he closed his mouth over her sex
and kissed and sucked relentlessly, savoring every bit of the most
intimate part of her. He bit at her swollen nub, taking it between
his teeth and rolling it. When he soothed it over with his tongue,
he heard her utter a cry of ecstasy above him.

Wanting even more of her, Julian raised Sophia's legs
and hooked them over his broad shoulders so that he could go deeper
into her. His hands cupped the pert, round globes of her buttocks to
hold her steady. Flicking his eyes up, he saw that Sophia was
watching him with glazed, half-closed eyes, her face flushed with
pleasure. God, how he wanted to kiss those full, quivering lips
right now and hear her moan in his mouth. To force his mind back to
the task at hand, a task which was hardening and torturing every inch
of his cock, he attacked her pussy as though it was her mouth. He
kissed the soft, sensitive lips of her vagina, teasing it and tasting
it. He sucked at the wetness dripping from her slit, and it drove
him wild. He wanted more. He wanted to be inside her.

Pushing his tongue at her opening, he explored her
tight, wet hole. God, she was so sweet! With a sudden thrust, he
pushed his tongue right inside her, and she gasped. He licked her
wet, clenching walls, and moved in and out of her, tongue-fucking
her, driving her towards her climax. She was so close; he could feel
her. Driving deep into her one last time, he pulled out and suck
fiercely at her pulsing clitoris. Tortured, pleading sounds escaped
from her throat, and Julian licked and sucked her relentlessly. He
kept up the pressure and the pace until he felt her shuddering.
Immediately, he held her tight to support her bucking, writhing body.
When her orgasm finally receded, he unwrapped her legs from his
shoulders and stood up. She was still panting and shivering.

Julian stroked her cheek. “Are you all right?”

Sophia nodded, her breaths coming hard and fast.

Turning to the monitors, he noted the readings and saw
that everything was going well. She was fine. And she was ready to
be stimulated again.

Julian glanced down her naked body and at her beautiful,
heaving breasts. With a growl, he pulled her hard to him and took
her breast full into his mouth. She twisted in his arms, but he
didn't let her go. He sucked hard on her nipple, drawing it up to
its full length and rigidity. When he circled her dark, long nipple
with his tongue, he felt her arch her back to him, urging him to take
more of her. His erection throbbed painfully in his pants as he
tugged at her nipples with his teeth and laved them slowly with his
tongue.

She was so sweet and she tasted so damn good. Every
inch of her was heaven to his senses.

He could feel her fierce arousal and her impending
climax. Kneeling quickly, Julian lifted her leg up and subjected her
swollen clit to the same treatment and torment that he had just
inflicted on her nipples. As he worked his tongue furiously over her
clit, he felt Sophia start to tremble. He pushed his tongue deep
into her wet slit and thrust hard. Her muscles clenched tightly as
her orgasm pulsed through her body. Her screams, his name, her rich,
sweet scent—everything was a heady, addictive brew that Julian
knew he would never get enough of.

He wanted to continue pleasuring her, to make her come
again and again. But he was a doctor, a scientist, and Sophia had
entrusted her safety and well-being to him. Turning away, Julian
worked the buttons and controls to release Sophia from the cuffs with
one hand. His other hand was wrapped protectively around her. Freed
from the machine Sophia collapsed into his arms, her eyes closed.

He grabbed a blanket from a side table to wrap it around
her shaking body. “Sophia, darling, how are you feeling?”

Very slowly, Sophia opened her eyes and smiled up at
him. “I'm good, so good. Did you...get what you want?”

Julian started. After what she had just experienced,
the first question she asked was whether his research, his work had
gone well. She was simply unbelievable. He just couldn't believe
that he was holding this amazing, wonderful woman in his arms. His
face twisted as he fought in vain against the fierce longing and
unbearable ache in his heart.

But it was useless. His feelings were too strong and
too real to be denied.

“
Yes,” he told her at last. “And what
I want, is this.” Holding her chin, he slanted his mouth
across hers and kissed her. His lips crushed hers, forcefully
parting her soft, full lips. The kiss was demanding, longing, hungry
and he could feel her yielding to him. But he also felt her stiffen
and shiver in his arms. Reluctantly, he released her and saw that
her eyes were round with confusion.

“
Did you just kiss me?” she whispered at
last.

“
Yes, and I am going to kiss you again,” he
said with a glint in his eye.

“
B-but, but...your research...”