Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 130: Couch Time (4)

The feeling of their lips sliding across each other sent more tingles through her body.

Getting comfortable with the feeling, she reached up with her own hands and touched his face, then started trying to nibble at his lips. In response, he stilled his own motions and let her take over.

First, she nibbled at his lower lip, caressing it with her own, then his upper lip. Then, enjoying the sensation of their lips sliding against each other, she tried sliding her lips left and right across his own.

He returned to kissing her, and they began alternating, nibbling at each other’s lips. Then, to her surprise, he opened his mouth wider and stuck his tongue out, touching her lips. The action was so sudden and unexpected that she jerked back.

"Too much?" he asked, concerned.

She thought about it and decided she didn’t mind. It was just so unexpected.

She shook her head and pulled him back into a kiss. Then she stuck out her own tongue, touching his lips. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, touching hers.

A shiver ran down her spine at the sensation. This was even better than when it was just their lips touching! fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

She pressed her lips against his and tried to wrap her tongue around his.

His tongue fought back, and soon their tongues were writhing around each other. Sliding over and under and round, their tongues danced and their saliva mixed.

If this had been with anyone else, she was certain she would have felt disgusted, nauseous at the thought that his saliva was getting into her mouth. But with Jack, it was exciting, and tingles were traveling through her body and concentrating between her legs.

Always hyperconscious of her body and everything that touched it, she realized that there was a new lump extending down the right leg of his pants. The asymmetrical pressure on her thighs was becoming distracting.

She reached down with her right hand and grabbed the lump, trying to figure out what it was. But as soon as her fingers squeezed the lump, Jack jolted, like he’d just been zapped.

Still probing the lump, she asked, "What is this?"

"Seriously?!" he asked, incredulous. "All that brain power and you have to ask what that is?!"

Why couldn’t he just tell her? It was distracting her from a wonderful kissing session.

She continued probing the lump, tracing its outline. As she followed the outline, she found that it extended up his pant leg and seemed to emerge from between his legs.

As she traced the outline, she thought, How did he get such a large sausage down his pants without me noticing?

She traced the outline down his pant leg and squeezed at the end. To her surprise, the whole thing twitched.

Sausages don’t twitch. What is this? Then a possibility came to mind and with it a growing horror.

She looked up at him and saw him looking down at her with the strangest expression.

"This, this, this is..." she couldn’t bring herself to actually say it.

He nodded. "Yes, Rina, that is my-"

"Ah!" she cried.

How could she have been so, so, blind?! She’d been fondling his... thing, while stupidly wondering what it was. The embarrassment was overwhelming.

He must think I’m an idiot!

She jumped up and dashed out of the room, and only after turning the corner did she think to check his emotions over their connection.

Her panicked escape halted when she realized his strongest emotion was that warmth, plus others like desire and lust. Or at least she thought it was lust.

There was also amusement, but it too was tinged with warmth. She couldn’t find any negative emotions.

She turned and started walking back towards the couch room just in time to see Nora enter.

Drats, she thought. Now she would have to wait. Curious, she stood just outside the doorway, out of sight of Jack and Nora inside.

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Nora noticed Rina dash out of the couch room and assumed she’d had some sort of epiphany and was rushing to her office to get started on some new amazing bit of code.

She entered to find Jack staring towards the doorway with a strange expression.

As she got closer, she spotted a noticeable bulge extending down his right pants leg. Oh my! She thought. He was definitely above average. Was this Rina’s epiphany?

"Do you need some help with that?" she teased. Then immediately thought, Damn, why’d I say that?

In a dead serious tone, he replied, "Never ask that question unless you intent to be the one to offer that help."

"Sorry, that just slipped out. I didn’t mean anything by it." Though she was wondering if maybe she did. Her last relationship ended three years ago and Mr. Pickles, her trusty vibrator, was not as satisfying as it used to be.

He turned his back to her, half stood, shoved his hand down his pants and rearranged himself, then sat sideways at one end of the couch.

He pointed to the other end and said, "Have a seat."

She sat, still embarrassed at her verbal fo paux.

"So, how are you doing?" he asked.

It still amazed her that he actually cared. She could tell because of the soul bond.

When she’d first learned about his abilities and what he could do inside his soul space, plus his willingness to give her effective free rein to do whatever research she wanted. She’d jumped at the chance.

Even then, she’d felt there was something special about him. Because without that feeling, she probably would have declined, not wanting to be tied permanently to a stranger.

As she got to know him, her initial joking ,"Marry me" was beginning to feel more and more prescient. She didn’t have romantic feelings for him, but she did like him.

He was smart, eager to learn, and valued her for her mind and her knowledge, not her just tits.

If he was older than her, she would probably already be pursuing him, competing for his attention with Miranda and Madison. But she was seven years older than him and it just felt wrong to pursue someone so much younger than her. Though, now that’s she’s seen the size of his weapon...

She shook herself mentally and focused on business.

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