"Madeleine E Robins - Abelard's Kiss" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robins Madeleine E)letting the lover overbalance and roll forward over the beveled top of the tank
wall. Even so, Susannah had to pull with both hands, palms flat against the malleable flesh, until the creature was wholly out of the tank. Susannah stared at her palms, which tingled from the contact. Abelard waited, unmoving. Tentatively Susannah reached out again and touched it, stroking the warm surface. The flesh of the lover kissed her hand, rising to follow the line of her arm, nibbling tenderly at the soft skin of the inner elbow. Susannah sighed, shifted from kneeling to sitting, pushed gently at Abelard's surface with her free hand until it was enveloped in soft, suckling tissue. The lover was warm like the touch of breath against her skin. Seen closely its surface was a dusty rose, lined, porous and unappealing; after a moment Susannah closed her eyes. Then there was only the touch, the slow sliding pressure on her arms, a kissing of flesh on flesh. In the still of the room there was the faint singing of her breath and nothing else. She floated from touch to touch at the lover's whim; there was nothing to do but be there, be touched. No responsibility for the lover's pleasure, no necessity for talk or reassurance. Just her own sensations, intoxicating. Abelard swarmed over her, nuzzling and kissing, rocking her gently in the first orgasm, clinging warmly. Gradually the stroking at her throat, her breasts, her inner thighs and labia became more insistent, probing. The lover seemed to absorb the energy of her arousal, feeding on it. Susannah was once distantly aware of how strange it was stroked the lover its skin kissed back, another sensation, distracting, and after a moment or two she let her hands fall to her sides. The lover went on stroking, probing, kissing, shape-changing. Susannah grew tired, overexcited and raw. Her languor turned into heavy-limbed paralysis: it was impossible even to shudder away from the ceaseless warm caress that went on and on. At last, dizzy to fainting, Susannah rolled away from the lover, shivering in the sudden uncovered cool of the room. She lay for a long time, boneless, flushed and exhausted against the pillows. When she turned over she saw Abelard, vaguely forlorn, returned to its squat ovoid Shape. She knew she should put it back in its tank again -- how long since she had coaxed it out? -- but it was still difficult to move. Finally she did rise from the floor, pulling on a robe, to attend to the lover, urging it back toward the tank and, at the last, pushing it over the shallow rim again into the nutrient bath. At the first touch of her hands the creature began its slow kissing again. Susannah felt as if every cell in her body was electrified by sensory memory; after the quick shove it took to up-end Abelard into the tank, she pulled away, panting again, waiting for the electric charge to dissipate. Foggy with surfeit she sank back to the floor. After a while she drifted to sleep where she lay. At work the next day Susannah was tired and stiff. She found herself drifting into daydreams, her eyelids suddenly heavy and her mouth pursed in a soft "o" as |
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