Boundless

by Annie Dean

  Marie smiled.

  He put her hand down and reached for the waistband of her sweats, tugging them down her hips along with her panties.

  She lifted her ass so he could slide them off her. Lying before him naked, she resisted the urge to cover her sex and hide it from him.

  His eyes feasted on her body, exploring every inch of it, the expression in them making her feel beautiful. He touched her all over, stroking her hair, cupping her face in his palms then touching her eyelids, nose, cheekbones and lips with his fingers. He smoothed his hands down her neck to her chest and breasts, fondling her tits lightly before moving on down her belly. It twitched as his fingers skated over it, and Marie anticipated his touch on her eagerly waiting pussy.

  His hands lingered, dipping into her navel then toying with the dark triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. His fingers skated around the edge of her pubis and fluffed through the hair, coming close to the sensitive bud of her clit but not touching it.

  She shivered in anticipation. His delay tactic heightened her senses until she wanted to scream at him to touch her already.

  He ran his hands down her smooth legs all the way to her feet, scooting back on the bed so he could reach them. Picking one up, he wiggled each toe then ran his fingernail up her arch, firing her nerve endings and making her squirm and shriek with laughter. “Stop!”

  “They’re so perfect and small.” He kissed her foot and sucked on each toe, slowly, thoughtfully, and excruciatingly.

  She forgot to breathe as his mouth tenderly made love to her foot. She’d never really thought of her foot as an erogenous zone, but the fire radiating from his heated mouth, through her toes and up her leg directly to her loins, convinced her otherwise.

  By the time he’d kissed, licked and sucked every square inch of one foot, her body was bathed in sweat and shaking. Then he turned his attention to the other one, giving it the same erotic treatment.

  Marie moaned and writhed, her pussy flushed with desire and leaking cream onto her sheets. “Oh, my God. You have to stop! I’m going to come like this if you don’t.”

  He smiled and kissed her instep once more before setting her foot back on the bed. She collapsed against the mattress, quivering with need. At long last, he nudged her legs wide apart and knelt between them. Gazing at her pussy spread open before him, he appeared as entranced as a child presented with an amazing toy.

  Marie wondered how Sam knew what to do with her body. How had he known how to bring her to the edge of orgasm merely by stimulating her feet? What other kinds of knowledge had been poured into his newly created brain—only erotic information or other things as well? She pushed from her mind the more salient question of exactly how he had become a sentient being.

  After gazing at her pink folds and dark crevasse for several long moments, Sam leaned down between her legs, separated her labia and kissed her pussy. He dipped his tongue inside her yawning opening, sampling her juices, then swept it achingly slowly up to her clitoris.

  She gasped. Her stomach muscles twitched and her thighs tensed as his tongue swirled around the sensitive nerve bundle. It felt so much better than what she did with her finger or the tip of her vibrator. A soft, needy sound purred in her throat.

  Stopping to look up at her with those dark, almond eyes, he grinned smugly. He might be a freshly minted man but he had a typical male’s ego about his ability to light her fire. He licked all around her clit without touching it, refusing to give what she so desperately desired. He moved farther down instead, bathing her labia and slipping his tongue deep inside her again.

  She writhed beneath him and finally begged, “Please!”

  Then he moved his mouth up to her erect bud, teasing and tickling it delicately then lapping over it hard. His tongue was so wet and hot. After he’d licked her clit for several strokes, he nipped it sharply with his teeth.

  Marie cried out and jerked, a powerful jolt of electricity shooting through her body from the point of contact. She thrust against his nuzzling mouth. Energy sparks shot through her nerve endings, awakening every inch of her body, as he licked her over and over with broad, flat strokes of his tongue. She tingled with escalating desire that slowly coiled inside her until it filled her whole being.

  Finally she could contain it no longer and the rising force detonated like a bomb. She came with a primal wail that made her glad she had no neighbors to hear her. Glorious light flashed behind her closed eyelids. Her torso arched off the bed and she felt she was flying, weightless and free—flying then free-falling back to the bed with a bump.

  She gasped a wordless exhale and her body twitched through shimmering waves of aftershocks. She was dimly aware of Sam kissing her thighs, her stomach and gently petting her like she was a shivering horse that needed calming. When she finally opened her eyes and looked down at him, his chin rested on her belly and he gazed up at her with a satisfied smile.

  “Still think I’m useless?” he asked.

  Her mind was blank for a moment then recalled her comment earlier in the day spoken to an inanimate scarecrow. She smiled at him sheepishly. “No. Not useless at all.”

  Crawling up her body, he lay beside her, head propped on one hand. He bent to kiss her mouth, and she tasted herself on his tongue. After several deep kisses, he drew back to look into her face once more, examining every feature as though memorizing her. Down below she could feel his cock stiffening again, pressing into her thigh, hard and eager.

  Sam traced a hand over her forehead, her upturned nose and firm chin. He touched the sharp line of her cheekbone and the soft curve of her cheek. Then he ran his thumb over her lips. “So beautiful,” he murmured under his breath, “and softer than I ever imagined.”

  Her mouth opened automatically under his touch and her tongue tasted the salt of his skin. His hand was real. His caressing thumb was real. He was so real.

  She had another of those moments where her logical mind slammed into place telling her this was impossible. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this man. Magical, fantasy lovers did not exist. Her first assumption had been right and he was some vagrant who had simply borrowed the clothes hanging in her field … and she had taken him into her bed!

  “Are you really…”

  “Sh!” Sam laid his finger over her lips. “Don’t.” He shook his head and bent to kiss her. “I’m here now. That’s all that matters.” He covered her mouth with his then moved his lips along the line of her jaw and nibbled her ear lobe. He licked the soft skin just beneath it.

  Laughing, she clamped her cheek to her shoulder to stop him. “It tickles.”

  He growled and tried to burrow past her defenses to attack her vulnerable neck.

  She shrieked and wiggled, pushing him away. “Stop!”

  Abandoning her neck, he kissed his way down to her chest and her breasts again. After sucking at each nipple for several moments, he pulled back to gaze at them and fondle them. “I love these.”

  She smiled at his reverent tone. “They love you back.” She put her hands on his shoulders and tugged. “Come here now.”

  He moved back up her body, lying on top of her this time. His penis nudged insistently at her pussy seeking entrance, nestling in the groove of her crotch and brushing against her over-stimulated clitoris. She wiggled and gasped at the contact. Reaching down between them, she grasped his thick shaft and guided it to her opening.

  “Ohhh.” Sam gave a protracted sigh of fulfillment as he entered her with one strong thrust and was enveloped in her heat.

  Marie moaned at the sensation as the lips of her vagina stretched to accommodate his girth. The warmth and vitality of a pulsing, living cock entering her body was wonderful after a long drought without a real man. It had been over a year since she’d had anything except her vibrator inside her. “Oh yes,” she breathed, arching her hips to meet his deep thrust.

  He pulled out very slowly, hissing at the friction on his sensitive skin. Then, staring down into her eyes, he pushed into
her once more, gliding on the lubrication of her soaking wet channel.

  She wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in at a new, better angle. She stroked his wonderfully hard, smooth back, cupped the swell of his ass and pulled him tight into her.

  For a few seconds, he simply stayed inside her while her muscles clenched around him, holding him fast. He moved slightly from side to side, stimulating the lips of her pussy surrounding his shaft. Finally he withdrew almost his entire length before repeating the long, aching slide back into her depths.

  Marie lost track of time as he continued the languorous pace of his lovemaking. With controlled thrusts he filled her again and again, slow, sure and steady, hitting a spot deep inside that started a glow of fire pulsing in her very core. She was dimly aware of the howling wind outside and the rain dashing against her windowpane. Sometimes the glass rattled in the frame from the gusts, but in the soft nest of her bed, in the warm glow of the lamplight, she and her lover were safe and complete in their circle of two.

  Arching to meet every stroke, she gazed into Sam’s angular face. His black eyes glittered beneath half-closed lids. His mouth was slightly open and his chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily in time with his thrusting hips. Breathing. He’s actually breathing, she marveled.

  Gradually, his motion increased and the lazy rhythm became more urgent. He drove into her with an intensity that made him grunt and was almost painful for her as it struck that sensitive spot deep inside. She gasped and clenched around him, then relaxed and gave in to the new, harder sensation.

  The sound of his manly grunts thrilled her on a primitive level. She groaned in response, eyes closing as she gave herself completely into his control. Again she felt the slow unfurling incited by the pressure of his cock deep inside her. He hit the right spot over and over and her excitement mounted.

  “Oh, God!” She clutched his sweaty shoulders, digging in her nails. Arching into him, she came once more, the roller coaster seizing and plunging her on a dizzying ride. She gasped and cried out as ecstasy burst through her. At almost the same moment, Sam came, his harsh cry a deep, reverberating counterpoint to her high wail. His cock pulsed and released.

  Her body clutched and held it fast and her arms and legs grappled him to her as if she would hold onto him forever. For a fleeting moment they were as one being, joined in more than a physical communion.

  He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, his weight pinning her to the mattress.

  She continued to hold him until their breathing had slowed and steadied. Then he rolled off to lie beside her and they rested together in contented silence, gazing at shadows on the ceiling, listening to the wind.

  Marie turned toward him, an arm flung over him and her head pressed to his sweat-slicked chest. She listened to his steady heartbeat, an echo of the drumming rain on the roof. She idly traced her finger in concentric circles around his areola.

  He shivered at her tickling touch.

  “I’ve been so lonely for such a long time,” she confided. “I’ve met men, gone out on dates, but there’s just no one who…” She trailed off, uncertain how to finish the sentence. Interests me, excites me, touches me, completes me? “Is perfect. Tonight has been just what I dreamed about. You’re exactly who I wanted.”

  “Real men aren’t perfect. You mustn’t expect them to be,” he warned her.

  “I know that. Perfection would be boring. I want someone to challenge me, even fight with me sometimes. But I also want someone who understands me, who really knows me.” Although she’d spent so little time with him, she felt she’d found the connection she’d been searching for. It didn’t make sense. They’d barely spoken, but she already knew who Sam was. There was something between them that transcended words or physical attraction.

  “I know you, everything about you,” he whispered, touching his lips to her hair. “And I understand what you want and need. But this can’t last.”

  “Why?” She sighed. It already felt like a dream even as he held her close in his arms. “How long…”

  “Sometime before sunrise.”

  “What if I stay awake?” She rolled onto her stomach and regarded him, folded arms resting on top of his chest. “What if we make love right through ’til morning? Maybe then you could stay.”

  He smiled but it didn’t touch his mournful eyes. He stroked her cheek and avoided her questions. “We still have time. Is there any special fantasy or desire you want fulfilled?”

  Suddenly all the wild, erotic daydreams Marie had spun and embroidered with lusty detail seemed superfluous. “No, nothing special. Just talk to me and then make love to me again.”

  “All right.” He lifted his head from the pillow and kissed her. “Tell me, have you considered planting flowers in the southwest field? You can earn more selling flowers than produce these days.”

  Marie laughed at the unexpected, random comment. “We’re talking farming? That’s not exactly what I had in mind. Besides, how do you know what sells? What do you know of the world? Your experience is kind of limited.”

  “I know everything, you know.” A cocky smile curved his lips and his eyes sparkled. “And a hell of a lot more.”

  “Oh, really?” She raised an eyebrow. “What’s the capital of, uh, South Dakota?”

  “Pierre.” He answered promptly, surprising her since she didn’t know the answer. “What’s my favorite color?”

  “Blue.” She named her own favorite, thinking it was a safe bet.

  “Wrong. It’s green. I have opinions, you know. I’m not a reflection of you.”

  Where had his knowledge come from? What force had created and given him elements all his own, beyond the qualities she’d imagined for him?

  “All right.” Marie sat up cross-legged and pulled the sheet around her naked shoulders against the slight chill in the room. “So, you think you know everything I know; what was the name of my favorite doll when I was little?”

  “Patty. She had long brown hair until you cut it. By the time you retired her to the memory box in the attic there were only patches and tufts of hair left and one of her eyes was stuck open.” He grinned smugly. “She’s still packed away up there now.”

  Her eyes widened. “Now that’s just scary.” Actually it was kind of sweet that he knew that kind of personal detail about her, even if some magical force had fed him the information.

  One of his hands stole under the sheet and up the inside of her bare leg. “I have another question for you. How do I prefer sex, top or bottom?” His eyes closed partway in a seductive glance.

  She laughed at the unexpected question. He’d seemed content with her taking the lead at first so she thought maybe he liked her astride him. Then she remembered how confident he’d been moving on top of her only a few moments before. “On top. You like to be in control.”

  He shook his head. “Wrong. The answer is either. Both. From behind. Kneeling. Sitting. Standing. Up against the wall. On a table. In a tree.” He lowered his voice to a velvety growl. “Anyway at all, as long as it’s with you.”

  Considering he was only created to please her it didn’t mean a lot and yet the compliment sent a thrill through her. “A tree, huh? I’d like to try that.”

  “We can go outside right now if you want. But it’s a little wet.” He smiled at the understatement. Rain was still lashing against the windowpanes.

  “How about on the dining room table then,” she said huskily. “I can make us something to eat first and then you can sweep the dishes off the table and have your way with me.”

  “Sounds like a plan, as long as you do the cleaning up afterward. Or…” His fingers slid all the way up her thigh underneath the sheet and tickled her still throbbing pussy, bringing on a new wave of lust. “We could stay right here. I like being in your bed.”

  “I like having you in my bed.” In fact, she wished they could stay here forever, in this precious moment of this particular night with the pouring rain making their cocoon seem all t
he more cozy.

  Then Sam’s stomach rumbled loudly, breaking the silence. “The kitchen it is,” she said. “I’ll make us an omelet and we’ll see what happens after our strength is built up again.”

  He rested a hand on his flat stomach as though pressing back the growling beast inside. He gazed down at it. “What an odd feeling. Empty and wanting… Kind of like the way I feel when I look at you. How strange a human body is.”

  “What was it like … before?” Marie asked as she got an oversized T-shirt from her dresser and slipped it on. “What did you feel when you were in the field?”

  He rose and stood by the bed, hugely naked and gorgeous, filling her small room with his larger than life presence. “Sun. Wind. Rain. Daylight. Nighttime. The sky. The fields around me. The blackbirds that landed on the corn. The field mouse that lived in my boot. And you, sitting nearby sometimes or moving through the field picking pumpkins. That was what my life was.”

  She paused with one arm in her sleeve, awestruck by his brief recitation. “How did it feel? I mean, did you feel emotions, desires, what?”

  He crossed the room toward her, shaking his head. “No. Not in the way you’re thinking. I was an observer, but with no reaction to the world around me. I felt … very little.” His eyes narrowed as he gazed at her, as though trying to fathom the mystery of his own being. “Except when I saw you. Then sometimes I would feel vague stirrings, curiosity about what you did when you weren’t in the field, an unfocused, yearning that was beyond my comprehension.”

  Her heart sped at the knowledge that what she’d seen as a bundle of rags and straw had possessed the rudimentary elements of a sentient being. It was disconcerting, creepy, and also strangely sexy—that even in that state he’d had a primitive lust for her. “And after?” she asked. “After I made the wish?”

  His broad smile turned the harsh, seriousness of his angular face to an expression of boyish delight. “The difference between a faded black and white movie and Technicolor. Life pulsed through me, waking every body part then unfurling in my mind. With every minute that passed, I understood more and felt amazing things. Emotions!” He shook his head and pressed a hand to his chest. “The depth of passion a human being is capable of is a more powerful force than anything in this world. It hurts, it’s so strong.”