"Our experiment needs more data." I winked. "May I run it again?"
Brooke giggled sweetly, then nodded. "If you really want to."
I kissed her gently. "Baby, you have no idea."
Working my way back down, I stared into her fresh pink pussy, and the juices that glistened at the edge of her opening.
Slowly circling my tongue around, I thrust it inside, which made Brooke grip the sides of my hair. "Oh!" she cried, hips shifting as she instinctively tried to pull me deeper.
My innocent girl clearly needed to be fucked. But I wasn't ready to tell her that. We needed more time.
She was so responsive. Dragging my tongue slowly around her clit without quite touching it, her moans and gasps told me everything.
The blunt end of my middle finger slipped inside just enough to make Brooke's eyes fly wide as she clutched at me.
Returning my tongue to her clit, I licked upward, steady and slow, watching her eyes. Increasing my pace gradually, I loved that she was so easy to read. Her breath, her twitches – it was all data that told me how close to a climax she was.
I brought her right to the brink, then slowed down, teasing, prolonging the moment where she hovered right on the edge. Waiting until those soft eyes were frantic, I licked faster, harder, watching as she exploded from the inside, tensing around me as she gasped loudly.
Watching my gorgeous, polished girl writhing naked on my couch was something I would never forget. Making her come so hard gave me a deep, primal satisfaction.
I kissed my way slowly up her stomach, noticing every place she was ticklish or sensitive.
When I met Brooke's luscious lips again, she kissed me even more passionately. As if there was less of a barrier between us.
That felt fantastic. It always seemed like there were walls of all kinds between me and other people. I needed Brooke and I to be open if we were going to be together permanently.
"It feels like I've known you so much longer," I said. Getting up, I sat on the couch and snuggled her into my arms.
"I know," she said softly, running her hand along my bare chest.
I'd always kept myself in top condition because all the experts said it improved cognitive connections and mental efficiency. Now I was glad I kept in shape because Brooke seemed fascinated by my body.
"This heat between us," she said softly, "It's not…normal, is it?"
I snorted, making her laugh. "I have no idea. I work on mechanical connections, not human ones. But I agree that the heat is…intense."
Kissing along her temple, I murmured, "I think we're going to have to do alotof research. Run multiple experiments."
She shook her head sadly. "See, I don't have a lab coat. I don't know how official I can be."
I laughed so hard it took a few moments to pull myself back together. "Nobody has ever made me feel as light as you do." I sighed deeply, tightening my hold on her as I trailed my fingers lazily around her breasts. "Some women would have been offended by that. I'm glad that you get me, beautiful."
She looked up, her eyes hazy. "I'm glad you understand me. That you even see me as a person."
"You're the most important person in the world, baby. Well, to me. There's probably a whole bunch of people in northern Thailand who have absolutely no idea who you are."
Brooke's head fell back as she laughed, giving me the perfect opportunity to close my lips around her nipple, licking and sucking gently until she shivered.
Then I pulled away. "I really want to ask you to stay over, but the good boyfriend thing to do would be to drive you home at a reasonable time. Right?"
"Yeah," she nodded reluctantly, reaching down to grab her clothes. "With more advance warning, I can make up an excuse, like staying over at a friend's house."
"No." Although I was admiring her as she dressed, my mind was turning. "We're adults. There must be a way to tell Frank and Gloria that we're together without them getting upset."
Brooke sat down again, straightening her shirt as she looked at me with a strange expression. Sadness? Resolve?
"Simple. We wait until my sister Katrina is in the midst of something dramatic. That's pretty much always. Then I'll casually breeze the news past Mom. She'll wave it off and won't really hear me. Then days or weeks later when she remembers what I said, it'll be too late because she didn't say anything at the time."