“I’m making love to my fiancée,” Wes replied, pushing my t-shirt up and kissing my stomach. “Who is the sexiest . . . most intelligent . . . most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said, punctuating each word with a small kiss on my skin, working his way down. He paused, his lips hovering over my pussy, a small smile on his face. “I could do this every day if you let me.”
Starting with soft butterfly kisses on my labia, Wes worked his way down, alternating sides until reaching the bottom, where his tongue snaked out to caress me, licking upward until he reached the top and caused me to cry out in joy. He kept up his soft licks and kisses, sucking occasionally in between his licks, until my hips were trying to buck up from the table. Wes wrapped his arms around my thighs, keeping me on the table, while his long arms allowed him to push my bra up, cupping my breasts and adding to my arousal.
“Delicious,” his muffled voice came from between my legs, and I couldn’t keep my eyes on him any longer, my back arching when he licked deeply, my nipples tingling against his palms. His stiff tongue probed deep inside me, licking my inner walls, and I’m sure his face was coated with my juices, which I could feel were flowing like a faucet. Just when I was on the edge, he pulled out, his fingers forming an O shape around my nipples while he kept his hands on my breasts, licking higher again. “Not yet, my love.”
“You feel so good, though,” I half whined, not at all surprised that Wes could have me so close to climax so quickly. We have that sort of connection, where with just a touch we are at seemingly unprecedented heights of arousal. “And you know I’m multi-orgasmic.”
“True, but I’m waiting for something,” he teased, his tongue tracing around my labia again. “You know what I want.”
I blinked, bringing my eyes back down to him and trying to think. What did he want? The lust coursing through my brain was making it hard to concentrate, and his tongue on my pussy wasn’t helping matters. Finally, I realized, and grinned. “Please, Wes, make me come?”
“As you wish, my love,” he replied, smiling. He nimbly licked higher, finding the stiff nub of my clit and flicking his tongue over it. Wes has about a dozen different ways of bringing me to orgasm, but the quick explosions of pleasure from my clit when he licks me like that are perhaps my second favorite after his thick cock, and I gasped in shocked pleasure. Alternating between licks of my clit and broad sweeps of my pussy with his tongue, Wes took me higher and higher, until I thought the angels themselves couldn’t soar so high. “I love you, Wes.”
Instead of answering, Wes’s fingers tightened on my nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefingers as he sucked my clit in between his lips. I cracked, screaming and literally squirming all over his face. My feet kicked out hard and stiff as I came, wrapping around his head and pulling him in tight. I rode the wave the best I could, tumbling out of control as Wes kept up his ministrations, not letting me come down but instead driving me higher and higher, until one orgasm became a second, and then a third, cascading on each other until I was sure my mind would break and I would go insane. It wasn’t until I sagged to the table, almost blacking out because I hadn’t been breathing, that Wes relinquished his tongue and fingers, and I felt the world slow down from the dizzying spin it had been in for untold minutes, and I could focus my eyes again.
“Now that’s a hell of an office party,” I finally whispered, stroking his hair and smiling softly. “Tell me this isn’t just a first day thing.”
Wes
For the next just over six months, Robin and I worked hard at the lab, not even worrying about naming it. The incorporation paperwork said simply Collins Robotics, with she and I as forty percent owners each, and each of our parents ten percent each. We figured we’d come up with a cool sounding name later. We were so unworried that the sign to our shop was nothing more than a piece of paper that we taped up in the front door of the lab, along with instructions to the loading dock out back.
Instead of worrying about things like public relations or imagery, Robin and I busted our asses researching and experimenting. The basics of robotics were the least of our problems. The biggest challenge that had derailed almost every other attempt at what we were trying was trying to emulate the mobility of the human body. The knees and elbows were easy—they are basic hinge joints—but almost every other joint in the human body works in three dimensions. Even replicating it with basic body armor was difficult, but trying to do it with a powered exoskeleton drove both of us crazy.
Long days and long nights piled on top of each other, but we didn’t mind. Our apartment became nothing more than a place where the two of us grabbed showers, slept, and prepared meals that we would keep in Tupperware containers for later. I had never worked harder on coding, going over lines until my eyes burned and my fingers ached.
Robin worked just as hard, alternating between designing and helping me with the computer side. I was constantly amazed at her ingenuity, and I know that her ideas constantly broke new ground. Our first prototype of a lower body model was ready after six months, and we arranged for a demonstration for Dad and a bunch of his executives.
The morning of the demonstration, I was sweating bullets from nervousness. Strapping on the Mark IA Lower Limb Enhancement System, my hands shook. Robin, on the other hand, looked like a million bucks in her business suit that was specially tailored and adjusted, her raven hair pulled back into a no-nonsense French twist bun, and with a nice little touch, nonprescription gold-framed glasses that really drew attention to her eyes.
The night before, we spent three hours cleaning the shop, until even the grimy old laundromat countertop shone, and we decorated it until Collins Robotics looked more like a real lab and not a start-up.
Rebekah, as one of the primary shareholders of the company, was in attendance, looking just as beautiful as her daughter in her own way, dressed in a white suit and blue top that really took about ten years off of her appearance.
“Hey Wes, how’re you doing?” she said, as I failed for the third time to fasten the strap that was supposed to run just under my knee. “You need any help?”
“No, but thanks,” I said, chuckling darkly. “It’s going to be weird, demonstrating for Dad not as Dad, but as Gerald Brandt, CEO of Brandt Medical Technologies. You ever do something like this?”
“Not really, but I’ve done plenty of presentations,” Rebekah replied, kneeling down and helping me with my next strap. “And yes, I’ve lost my lunch more than once beforehand. Once the whole thing starts rolling, though, the butterflies go away, and I just roll with it. I’m sure you’ve felt the same thing in other ways.”
“Yeah, but then there was a reason. I had a good chance of being shot at,” I said in total seriousness. “All I’m doing here is showing off an uncompleted exoskeleton.”
“Which you and Robin have been working night and day on for six months,” Rebekah reminded me, “to the point of not even planning your wedding. Which, by the way, regardless of how today goes, you two will spend some time planning after this, or else I’m going to do it myself.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I stage whispered in reply, getting a smile. I was able to get the rest of the straps done, and I stood up from the bench I was sitting on, walking carefully over to the rest of the partial exoskeleton I was using that day. Without power, the external limbs were stiff and heavy, and I had to use all of my strength to get the ten feet. Turning around, I lined up the waist guides, locked in my power pack and back frame, and ran my pre-start checks. Once everything flashed green on my feed, I shut down, waiting for the demonstration to start.
Dad and his executives showed up at five minutes to noon, just like we expected, wearing his normal business suit. He gave Rebekah a kiss on the cheek and shook hands with Robin, all professional like, before taking a seat along with his colleagues. Robin waited until everyone was seated, then she started on her prepared speech for all the attendees and set up the demonstration of the suit I was about to give.
The first test
was actually the toughest on the system, a barbell squat. We had borrowed one of those strongman style frames from a powerlifting gym in town, and loaded it with over a thousand pounds of plates. In total, it came out to over fifteen hundred pounds including the frame, which I supported by the spinal column of the skeleton. Since the exoskeleton was a bit taller than I am, getting under it was a bit of a challenge, but once I did, the squats were easy, no harder than getting up and down out of a chair.
I did twenty before letting the frame down feather-light, much to the amazement of the audience. “While adjusting for the power and speed of the skeleton takes some practice, notice that Wes didn’t have to do anything unnatural with his movements. He just squatted up and down like you might do in the gym every day. By the way, yes, Wes is a big man, but his lift was over three hundred pounds heavier than the current world record, and any one of you could’ve lifted it,” Robin expounded, and I could see we had them.
For the rest of the hour, I demonstrated different capabilities of the Mark IA. Taking the guests outside into the industrial park behind the lab, I jumped, ran, dragged a truck across the parking lot, and more, all while barely breaking a sweat. When I was finished, I nimbly maneuvered the unit back inside the lab, ducking my head to avoid the door, and latched into the recharging stand, powering down. I could tell by the look in my Dad’s eye that we had made it.
Collins Robotics was a success.
Chapter Twelve
Robin
Wes’s initial assessment was a bit off, but not too far so. While Gerald and the Brandt Medical executives were enthusiastic about our product, it was still a long way to our final goal.
Thankfully, investment from Brandt Medical, which agreed to share in development of the Mark IA for medical purposes, gave us the financial backing we were looking for, and sales of the unit brought us to the attention of industrial and other applications. Soon, you could find our units being used in everything from helping old people take walks with their grandkids to mountain climbers using it to scale peaks like Everest and K2. It got so bad that eventually the Nepalese government stopped counting ascents of the major Himalayan mountains using the Mark IA.
When the Department of Defense approached us, we showed them the Mark III, our first unarmored full-body exoskeleton. The shoulders were, as expected, the hardest to replicate, along with the spine. Still, the suit worked great, and the DoD soon looked to use our suits in various jobs behind combat lines. The first time I saw a two thousand pound cargo container being loaded onto an Osprey aircraft by one of our suits to deliver humanitarian supplies for tsunami relief in the Philippines, tears were in my eyes.
Despite my mom’s words to Wes, we set our wedding date pretty far in the future. It’s just the way Wes and I are. We finally got Mom and Gerald off our backs by promising that when the Mark X was ready, we’d have our ceremony.
That day took us a while, and in that time, Collins Robotics went from that old laundromat and just me and Wes working, to a fifty-person team, including assembly, testing, and coders who were more skilled than even Wes and me. It was actually a relief, letting him and I work more on the designs of the next stages of our series, while our employees worked on enhancing our previous designs.
They had some good ideas, and our designs got better and better. We even had our own doctor on staff, whose whole job was to give her input on how to better connect the suit’s skeleton to the human body. It was another edge we got a leg up on.
The Mark X was our crowning achievement, a total prototype that we worked on in private. It was a one-of-a-kind unit, customized for only one man, Wes, to wear, and was a total publicity stunt. We even debated painting the thing red and gold until our legal department advised us that we didn’t want Marvel, Sony, and maybe two or three other corporate conglomerates down our throat.
In the end, the Mark X was coated in black and gold, in homage to our high school alma mater if anyone asked. Standing almost seven and a half feet tall, it weighed over seven hundred pounds.
Wes
I swear, it wasn’t my idea. Robin and I were lying in bed one night, when suddenly she rolled over to me with the idea on how to debut the Mark X. “We told Mom we’d get married after it was ready for the public,” she said, “so why not make it part of the ceremony?”
“Babe, that thing is armed,” I replied, kissing her hand and stroking her face. “I mean, do you really want to have a fully armed exosuit as part of our wedding ceremony? It intimidates me, and I’m the guy that is supposed to be wearing it.”
“Hey, don’t forget that the Mark X2 is for me,” Robin replied, mentioning the Mark X’s shorter twin, scaled just for her. “We could have them both completed at the same time.”
“We could,” I replied, warming to the idea. “But before that, I had another idea.”
“What’s that?” Robin replied, her breath catching when I laid my hand on her breast through the white t-shirt she was wearing to bed. “Oh . . . ”
Stroking my hand over her breast through the slightly rough cotton, I kissed Robin gently, pulling her on top of me. The long, raven’s wing black hair that I loved so much flowed over us like a private curtain, our kisses becoming hotter and more passionate. Straddling my hips, her pajama-covered mound ground down onto me, still so tight and perfect even though we’d been together for a few years by now. The one time I asked her how she did it, she winked at me and told me it was an Indian secret. I didn’t really understand, but I can say I am a happy man regardless.
My cock ached inside my pajama bottoms as Robin rubbed her hips back and forth, teasing both of us. With her breasts squashed against my chest, I instead focused on rubbing her back and ass while her lips and teeth nibbled at my ears and neck. Pulling at her t-shirt, I urged her to sit up so that I could see her.
“You see me all the time,” Robin teased, sitting back and playing with the bottom hem of her shirt. “You sure you aren’t getting tired of it?”
“Never,” I replied honestly. “You’re just as beautiful now as you were when we first made love in that wrecked airplane.”
“Speaking of which,” Robin said, lifting the shirt to just below her breasts, “I want to go back for our honeymoon.”
“What?” I asked, a little confused. “What do you mean?”
“Canada. I want you to take me back up there for our honeymoon.” Robin laughed, dropping the shirt and tweaking my nose. “I want you to take me where you wanted to that first time. Just you and me, and hopefully . . . ”
“Yes?” I asked, resting my hands on her thighs. I rubbed the firm skin with my thumbs, gathering what control I could.
“I was thinking it’d be really lucky if we made our first child up there,” she said, pulling her shirt off and revealing her glorious upper body to me. It is another way that Robin is amazing to me, the way she and I think along similar lines so often. I had been pondering the idea of having children, but I knew that Robin was so focused on building our robotics company that I didn’t know when to broach the subject.
“Then let’s go to Canada for months, if you want,” I said, reaching up and cupping her breasts. “But this time, we’re driving.”
My fingers playing with her nipples drove Robin crazy, and she couldn’t form an answer, although her hips pushing down harder on my cock seemed all the answer I needed. Pulling her back down on me, her nipple lined up with my eagerly sucking lips, licking and pulling the hard little nub deep into my mouth. Sucking and running my hands over her ass, we brought each other to the point of madness before she pushed off of me, desperately pulling at her pajama bottoms.
“Fuck me,” she moaned once she had her bottoms all the way off, barely giving me time to push my own pants down before she swung her leg over and mounted me cowgirl style. My cock sank deep into her wet depths as she impaled herself on me in one smooth motion. “Fuck me and give me everything you have.”
I couldn’t resist, not that I’d want to. Robin’s tanned skin glo
wed in the soft light of our bedroom while her hips moved back and forth, a soft sheen of sweat glistening on her spine and the firm, rounded globes of her ass. Robin put her hands on my thighs and rode me, her ass moving up and down, her pussy swallowing my cock over and over.
I don’t know what came over me, but my hand moved of its own will, reaching out and smacking her right butt cheek flatly, the skin reddening with the stinging crack. Robin paused and looked back, surprise and desire written on her delicate features. “Do it again,” she gasped, her hips starting up again.
Soon, the bedroom was filled with the echo of my hands smacking her ass while her hips smacked into mine. With each slap, our desire grew, until I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled her back on top of me.
“Now I really fuck you,” I growled, rolling us over and pulling her hips off the bed. My cock hammered into her, the warm red skin of her ass quivering. Robin turned her head to wail, her lustful cries driving me higher and harder until the sweat stung my eyes and my cock was burning for release. When her pussy clenched around me and her cries became the sharp, lustful growls that meant she was coming, I could hold back no longer. Our groans mixed, and I plunged myself as deep as I could, filling her with my come. My back crackled as I arched so hard that I thought I may have pulled a muscle. But all I could feel was Robin’s body, the bliss of our union, and the ecstasy that came from releasing myself in her.
Robin
The day of our wedding, everything was ready. We had originally wanted to do the ceremony at Gerald’s mansion, but as Wes and I planned, getting our parents out of the way so we could spring our surprise entrance would be too difficult to do without their knowing. Instead, we rented a large banquet hall at a country club, which just happened to be next to a golf course that we used for the ceremony itself.
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