“Fuuuuckkkk,” he groans as he thrusts his hips forward.
After a few long licks, I make sure to look up at him as I take one last suck and then release him with a pop.
His mouth opens with a laugh. “Goddamn, that was hot.”
“I’m not done yet. Hurry and get Godzilla in the container.” I help him kick his track pants off so he doesn’t get more mixture on himself.
As he fits himself in the plastic tubing, I take off my bra. “Come here.” I hop on the vanity and yank him to me, making sure his hips don’t get too close. I don’t want to screw up his last mold.
If this is an exercise in seeing how hard I can keep him, I don’t want to disappoint. So when his mouth connects with my breast, I tell him exactly what I’m thinking. “I’m so wet right now. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
My hands are racing over his shoulders and pecs, and when his lips meet mine, my whole body shivers from the contact.
Finally the buzzer on my phone goes off, indicating that his mold is set. My pulse speeds up, knowing that after I get this last step done, Josh and I are done holding ourselves back.
18
Josh
Dildo-making is harder than it looks.
For more than one reason, I’m glad I enlisted help. I’ve got a feeling that not only will this last attempt be the best, but more importantly, I’ve got her. I’ve finally got the woman I want right here, breathing, warm, and almost naked, beside me.
The buzzer has sounded. The goo around my dick has hardened. I pull myself out and hand the canister to Evie. As I back away and try to brush off flakes of the powder on my hands, she fusses with pouring the silicone into the penis-shaped hole I’ve just made.
Talk about weird scenarios I get myself into. Naked and erect in my bathroom? Okay, that happens often. But naked and erect and cloning my cock?
Never.
I don’t even think I can blame this one on Drew, but I sure as hell will try.
Why the hell am I thinking of Drew?
I don’t want to think about anyone other than Evie. I mean, she’s ready, here, now, wearing only a thong.
She’s gonna be mine.
Fuck it. She is mine.
She sets the mold down on the counter for the compound to cure, and I study the other attempted clones of my dick.
“I think we have a keeper this time,” she says.
“Yes, we do.” And I mean her and me together. She’s all I think about, ever since I met her. She’s all I want. I don’t care that I’m so whipped Drew will tease me for months.
Why the fuck am I thinking of Drew again?
“I can’t wait to see it for sale! It will be huge business.”
But the only thing I want right now is to get in her business. I look down at her, admiring the heavy weight of her breasts and the gentle angles of her arms. Her eyes are dilated, her nipples hard, but it’s the vulnerable expression that unravels me.
Pushing my lips to her pouty ones, I revel in their plumpness, tasting wine and her own sweetness. I wedge her body against the counter, my erection pressed into her abdomen. Her muted sigh against my mouth has me drawing her closer.
Gonna cover her entire body in kisses. Her throat, the hollow of her collarbone, the points of her nipples? I’m claiming them. My hands run from her jawline to her shoulders and down her spine, caressing her softness.
Her skin is so goddamn soft. I want her ass. I want her tits.
I want her.
I’ve never felt so right with another woman. Never. She’s not someone who was arranged for me by my family. She’s the one I picked. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks I should do. It only matters what she and I want to do.
It may be technically wrong for us to be together, but we’re both adults. We can keep it out of the public eye. I’m good at keeping my activities out of the media. If we keep it quiet, this will work. Because I know we work. I know she gives me what I need, and I’m pretty damn sure I give her what she needs.
I’ll make sure that I do.
Right now, she sure as hell needs to come. Hard.
Tracing her skin under her thong, I follow the narrow strip of black lace down her ass and find her center between her legs. She’s so slick and wet, the scent of her arousal fills the air. I love that my fingers are coated in evidence that she wants me just as badly as I want her. After all, I’ve spent the last who-knows-how-many hours showing her exactly how much I want her, so it’s only fair for her to show me too.
With a hand on my chest, she shimmies her thong down her hips, kicks it off, and licks her lips.
It takes all of my willpower not to plunge into her this very moment. Because if I do, I don’t even know if she’d get an eight-second ride.
So instead, I kiss her hard.
“Shower. Now,” I say against her mouth, and she nods. I set my glasses on the counter, then reach over to turn on the water. “I’m so dirty.”
She chuckles. “If you are, so am I.”
In Portland, you don’t have to worry about having enough water, but I’m still eco-friendly. My shower has an oversized head and wall jets that spray all parts of your body, but the graywater is reclaimed and used for landscaping around the building. The instant hot water heater makes it comfortable fast, and she steps in.
I get a prime view of her behind.
Those curves. God, her curves.
With a burst of inspiration, I grab the first dildo I made and step in behind her, setting it on the shelf next to the body wash.
Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking we need to test how well we did at cloning me.”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she whispers and launches at me.
Now we’re both wet and kissing. She’s wrapped around me so tightly, I don’t know where she ends and I begin. As much as I don’t want to leave her alone for one second, I have to get the powder off. After one more taste of those luscious lips, I lean over for the body wash and start cleaning off the dust and grime from the clone-making.
When she reaches down and starts stroking my cock, I lean into her, an inch between our faces, and say, “Sweetheart, you do that, and I won’t last.”
The look on her face is diabolical—a knowing grin with her eyes narrowed. She’s an absolute vixen. “That’s okay, I want you to come. You have to be dying, Joshua.”
I am dying, but I can wait. I’ve waited for her this long. I’ve waited for her since she told me I couldn’t have her. I can wait again. She’s worth it.
So I pull back, spin her around, the spray hitting my torso getting the last of the body wash off. She nestles against me, making me groan.
“Brace your arms against the wall,” I order. “Let me make you come first.”
She does, and my hand skates down her back until I reach the slick skin between her legs.