He moved and Tansy whimpered again and arched into him.
And again and again.
Sam tried to keep his movements slow and smooth. He really did. But Tansy reacted to everything, and he was soon lost to her.
Their bodies slammed together and it wasn’t enough.
He was greedy, needed more.
He reached down and found her clit. At the first touch, she cried out. He played until he felt her tightening around him.
She let loose with a soft cry that made him wild.
He pounded into her, dragging out her orgasm until his own overtook him. His own bellow took him by surprise.
Sam collapsed onto her and barely remembered to keep his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t squash her.
When he was able to move, he shifted his weight and rolled, taking her with him. He needed to deal with the condom, but he didn’t have the strength just yet.
Tansy snuggled into his side with another of those purrs he was beginning to crave.
Finally, he shoved to a sitting position and reached down to kiss her on the nose. “Be right back.”
He cleaned up and washed his hands, studying his face in the mirror. Happy. Maybe a little smug. When a woman reacted like Tansy, he figured she was probably feeling a little smug too.
He hoped she didn’t have regrets. He didn’t have a single one.
Sam opened the bathroom door, and a mechanical whir greeted him.
Was Tansy in danger? What was it?
He could see her outline in the bed, but he couldn’t identify the threat. He was naked and weaponless, and something was in the room with them.
“Tansy? You okay?”
She stretched before she answered, obviously not aware of the threat. If it was a threat.
“Grab the gun from my nightstand. Get dressed. ”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Listen.”
The whir continued, and then Tansy laughed softly. Sam relaxed, but not all the way.
“It’s okay, Sam. It’s just Ben and Jerry.”
Ben and Jerry? “Ice cream is usually more silent and less mechanical.”
A full laugh burst out of her and he saw her sit up as something moved from the hallway into the doorway.
“Watch your feet. Ben and Jerry are my CleanySaurs.”
“CleanySaurs?”
Tansy moved to the side of the bed. “I’ve been using the TeenySaur design and making it less dinosaur and more cleaning oriented. They’re larger and I’ve got them scheduled to different tasks at different times of day. There are various prototypes all over the lodge.”
The woman never stopped thinking and creating.