"Temptation" by raven moon

"I know, it's just, you always make me feel so good, I wanted to return the favour." She said as she slid her hand down his chest and over the zipper of his pants. "Sweet, you shouldn't worry about that. This is about you," she said as she moved her hands away from his crotch and laid her back against the bed.

"That tickles," she said as his artificial breath skimmed over her ear. He blew on her ear again as she arched her back, and let out a low moan with her giggle. The corners of his lips turned up into a small smile as he let his hand wander up the side of her body and cup her breast. She sighed as his otherhand moved behind her back to undo her bra. He then moved the hand that had previously been occupied with fondling her breast to the bottom of her shirt and lifted the scrap of material up and over her head. He slid the straps of her bra down and off her shoulders and arms, freeing her breasts and allowing the cool air of the bedroom to wash over her erect nipples. He slid his body down hers and took one of her nipples into his warm mouth andteased the other with his skilled fingers.

She arched her back so that he took more of her flesh into his mouth. She sighed as his tongue flicked over the nub of flesh and his fingers tugged gently. That was when she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head and tongue away from their current job. "What are you doing?" he asked her. She just smiled and pushed on his shoulder in an attempt to roll him off of her and onto his back. He was all too happy to comply. She smiled as she straddled his hips. She bent her head and kissed him, softly at first and then her tongue ran over his lips and he parted them to allow her access to the inside of his mouth. She probed his mouth with her tongue, prompting him to let out a moan against her mouth, as his own tongue explored her warm mouth.

She broke the kiss as she slid down his body and undid the buttons on his shirt. His artificial skin was soft to the touch and she let her hands glide over the silken smoothness. She smiled as her hand grazed his rock hard nipples. She bent her head to suck the flesh into her mouth. His hand moved to her hair, he balled it around his fist and gave her head a light tug, so that she would look up at him. "You do know where ever you kiss me, I get to kiss you?"

"I'm counting on it," she said mischievously, as she once again moved the velvet of her mouth to cover his silken skin. He allowed himself to moan, it was rare that he received this sort of attention from someone, She trailed sugar sweet kisses down his chest as he smiled. Once she reached the top of his pants he once again grabbed her by the hair and this time pulled a little harder to make her roll onto her back.

"My turn," he said with a grin. He pushed her shoulders into the mattress as he moved over her. Not having the same patience that she did, he simply ripped open the buttons on her shirt and dove down upon her pebbled breast and sucked the hard tip into his mouth. She moaned and arched her back against him. He ran his hand down the length of her and then behind her bottom, undoing her skirt. He pulled the scrap of fabric, along with her underwear down and over her hips. He slipped on finger inside of her as she moaned. He slowly added a second as he pumped them in and out of her and teased her breast with his tongue and teeth. He was finding that he actually wanted to fuck this woman; it was starting to feel less and less like work, and more and more like true lust. He moved his hand to the front of his pants and undid the button and zipper. He used the hand that had been supporting his weight to push the fabric down his legs.

"I want you to fuck me," she said fervently. He smiled down at her as he pulled his fingers out of her, and positioned himself between her legs. He moved so that his cock was just outside of her dripping wet core. He smiled as she lifted her hips, trying to force the issue, she tried to roll him over and take matters into her own hands but he used one hand to hold her down. She moaned as his cock teased her. Again she thrust her hips up and this time he complied by sinking into her.

He moved in her, hard and fast as he pounded her into the mattress, he was angry that she could make him feel this way. He wasn't supposed to feel this sort of lust for a person. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this. It was his job. Work that was all, it was *#ing and forgetting, nothing more than that.

"Why does this feel so good?" he asked himself. He could feel smooth skin under him, skin that was real, warm, and making him feel like he was melting. It was so odd, he decided that lust was the cause and that he must put a stop this quickly.

He continued to &Wk her into the mattress as she bucked her hips against him and moaned as he stroked the most sensitive nerves inside of her with his rock hard cock. She screamed out as he moved his hand between there bodies and slowly massaged her clit with his fingers. That was when he felt her clamp around him, tight as a vice and he let out a moan as he reached his own climax. He collapsed on top of her. He was disgusted with himself, for allowing himself to feel that sort of lust for someone. It was not what he was made for. He felt like something had crawled inside of him and died.

He could stand this no longer.He pulled out of her and reached for his pants. She looked at him curiously. "Where are you going?" she asked him with a sweet smile on her face. He looked at her as he pulled his pants up. He reached for his shirt but didn't bother putting it on as he bolted for the door.

"Wait!" she shouted, "I still have to pay you." He paid no attention to her as he rushed out into the cold. He pushed his arms into the sleeves of his shirt, the cool night air felt nice on his skin. Cooling him, calming him. He couldn't have accepted any sort of payment from her, for he was paid to give pleasure, not receive it, and he had most definitely received it this evening. You were not supposed to be able to seduce a lover mecha; it was not their purpose.

His purpose had been ripped from him and as he walked down the street he wondered if he could ever feel as if he existed. He could no longer fulfill his purpose 'cause how could he go back to fucking and forgetting when he now knew what 'this" was supposed to feel like? There is a fine line between love and lust and he found that he loved lust. He could not escape it. It would plague him for the rest of his non-life.