The next two weeks passed at an agonizingly slow pace. Now that I was finished with school, I spent more time cleaning houses for money, but no matter how busy I was, I constantly thought of Adam.

When Blair finally reached out to let me know she and her parents were leaving town, I could barely contain my excitement. Still, I made myself wait several hours before heading over to their house. It was around three in the afternoon when I rang the doorbell. Glancing down at myself, I wondered if Adam would like the outfit I'd chosen. I was wearing shorts and a stretchy peach tank top, along with sandals. I hadn't pulled my hair back, so it now fell in waves past my shoulders.

The moment Adam opened the door, I couldn't suppress a huge grin. He smiled in return, then said, "It's wonderful to see you again, Emmy. Please come in."

I tilted my head, giving him a curious look. Why was he being so... polite? His demeanor was almost formal, as if I were just any old guest stopping by. An icy fear suddenly chilled my insides. Had something happened to him in the two weeks we'd been apart? Had the Reids reprogrammed him somehow? Did he even remember the time we'd spent together in his room?

I managed to hold my smile while stepping past him. He was dressed in chinos and a polo shirt, but he didn't have on shoes, so I took off my sandals as well. Wiping my sweaty palms on my shorts, I watched as he shut the door. My heart felt like it was in pieces in the pit of my stomach, and I had no idea what to say after that weird greeting he'd offered me. Finally, I managed to remember the reason I was here in the first place. "Well, I guess I should check on Cleo—"

That was as far as I got before Adam reached for me. His movements were so fast, I barely had a chance to react. Once I was in his arms, he said, "Cleo's fine." Then he lowered his mouth to mine.

I moaned at the blatant desire he revealed in that kiss. Even as a surge of lust chased away all my doubts, I grew weak-kneed with relief. He hadn't been reprogrammed, after all! "I'm so glad you're okay!" I told him, breathing faster now.

Adam smoothed my hair back from my face. "Of course, I am, sweetheart."

Not Emmy, but sweetheart. Where had he picked that up? It was highly unlikely that Mrs. Reid asked him to call her that. "But you acted like you didn't really know me when you answered the door." I felt ridiculous even mentioning it, but I was still reeling from the change in him.

His smile was reassuring. "I simply wanted to be careful. The neighbors..."

My embarrassment deepened when I realized Adam was one step ahead of me. "I understand," I replied, nodding emphatically. "That's really smart." He was right to be cautious, and I reminded myself I should be, too. The neighbors would definitely be shocked to see me hugging and kissing the Reid family's Sentient. And they'd also be sure to let Mrs. Reid know.

Adam drew me into another embrace. "I've missed you so much, Emmy!"

That huge grin returned to my face as he held me. No human guy would have been so open about his feelings after we'd spent just one evening together, but now that Adam and I were alone again, he made his fondness for me clear. It was wonderful, I discovered, to know just where I stood with him.

"I've missed you, too," I whispered. "And I've been thinking about you nonstop!"

Adam searched my face, his brow furrowing a little. "You experienced pain when we made love. How are you feeling now?"

"I'm totally fine." Flashing a wicked smile, I added, "And I'm ready for more if you are."

He slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass before pressing me firmly to him. My eyes widened at the feel of his erection. "Does that give you an idea of how ready I am?" he asked in that low, seductive voice that got me instantly wet.

"Oh, that leaves no doubt!" I couldn't resist stroking him through his pants. "Let's do it in an actual bed this time," I suggested with a wink. "It'll be a lot more comfortable than the floor."

"Of course." Adam's hands roamed all over me, and his mouth was ravenous at my neck. "Do you want to choose one of the guest rooms?"

I knew that was the most logical option, but I wasn't exactly feeling logical. "Have you ever, um, been in Mr. and Mrs. Reid's bed?" I didn't want to come right out and ask if he'd fucked Blair's mom there, because I understood Adam was discreet about his relationship with Mrs. Reid. Yet he met my stare and shook his head, which let me know Mrs. Reid was having her fun with him in one of the spare rooms. Maybe she and Mr. Reid had an agreement that she wouldn't fuck their Sentient in the bed they shared.

I planted a kiss at the corner of Adam's mouth, then whispered, "How about we give their bed a try?"

In response, Adam literally swept me off my feet, then carried me up the stairs. His stride was steady and purposeful; the way he so easily assumed control made that needy throb begin deep within me. When we entered the master bedroom, I couldn't help but gawk. It was spectacular and far larger than the living room in my house. However, my attention was immediately drawn from the luxurious décor once Adam set me down. I didn't have a chance to speak before he began stripping me naked. His stare was hot as he pulled my tank top over my head, revealing my lacy bra. The feel of his thumbs teasing my nipples made me release a hungry moan.

Adam effortlessly unclasped my bra, and I hurried to slip the straps from my shoulders. The moment my breasts were exposed, he lowered his head to suck my right nipple. My soft cries drifted throughout the room as I held him to me. I couldn't help but wonder how often he'd done this with Mrs. Reid. Did she give him step-by-step directions? Was he able to exercise his autonomy beyond talking dirty to her?

By the time Adam sought out my mouth for another kiss, I was sopping wet. "Get undressed," I said, my voice filled with a kind of pleading.

While he rushed to do as I asked, I took off the rest of my clothes. Moments later, he and I stood naked before each other, and I was finally able to take in the sight of his nude body. Sliding my hands over his skin, I found I loved the feel of his coarse chest hair. That hair narrowed to a line which traveled down his belly. When I dared to graze his nipples with my fingertips, he inhaled sharply. My next words spilled out of me in a rush. "Who designed you?"

Adam was quiet for several seconds, and I again got the impression that he was carefully considering his reply. 

"You don't have to answer," I quickly added. "I know some things about you are... private."

"Mrs. Reid selected my design specifications," Adam said. When our eyes locked, I sensed the trust he was now placing in me. "She wanted me to look like a man she'd loved before she met Mr. Reid."

I struggled to hide my surprise. "Does Mr. Reid know that?"

"No. Mrs. Reid told me only because I was curious and asked why she'd chosen to give me certain characteristics."

I grabbed Adam's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I promise I'll never repeat anything you choose to share with me. It stays between us, okay?"

His smile was tender as he said, "It's nice to be able to confide in someone. I never imagined how meaningful that could be."

"Well, Mrs. Reid's first love must have been absolutely gorgeous, if you look just like him." Slipping my arms around Adam's neck, I delighted in the warmth of his skin against mine. "But your personality is all your own. That didn't come from anyone else."

As he gave me a fervent kiss, I could feel his hard cock between us. "Thank you for really seeing me, Emmy."

Was it strange for him, I wondered, to be made in the image of a man he'd never known? While he was with me, I wanted him to be true to himself. I knew most of his time was spent calculating what the humans in this house expected of him, but I was determined to give him the opportunity to explore his own desires.

"Ready to try out that bed?" I asked with a grin.

"Absolutely!" 

The bed was perfectly made, and I was certain that was Adam's doing. Now, he pulled back the covers before reaching for me. The sheets smelled fresh and clean as we slipped between them. Adam immediately kissed me again; I sensed it was one of his favorite activities. When our tongues met, he wove his fingers through my hair.

"I'd like for you to be on top this time," he said.

I was thrilled that he'd so readily expressed what he wanted since I knew he couldn't do that with Mrs. Reid. "We can definitely give that position a try! Among many others."

Once Adam lay on his back, I moved to straddle his thighs, but before I could wrap my fingers around his cock, he placed his hands on my hips. "Will you let me taste your pussy first, Emmy?" 

A shudder of lust coursed through me at his request. "You really want to?" Despite the obvious longing in Adam's eyes, I still needed to make sure he wasn't simply trying to please me.

"I really want to," he insisted with a smile.

My face and neck grew flushed as I positioned myself over Adam's face. With a knee placed on either side of his head, I felt suddenly shy. "Like this?" I asked meekly.

"Just like that," he said, then pulled me down onto his waiting mouth.

The first sweep of Adam's tongue over my wet folds made me cry out from the pleasure it gave. I grabbed the headboard as his licking grew more fervent. "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" I moaned.

He made a guttural sound in response. His grip on me tightened as he began devouring my pussy, yet I was easily able to rock my hips. In the past two weeks, I'd often fantasized about this act, but my imagination paled in comparison with the reality of it! Within minutes, Adam's skilled tongue had my thighs shaking.

He was far from finished, however. A surprised yelp escaped me when I felt a sudden and powerful vibration. "No way! Your tongue vibrates, too?!"

I heard Adam's muffled laughter just before he slid his pulsing tongue against my flesh. The sensation was exquisite, so intense that I began to writhe, but I still begged for more. His lips circled my clit, and that suction, combined with the relentless vibration, brought me right to the edge.

"Adam, I'm gonna come!" My hips rocked with a frenzied rhythm, and I held onto the headboard to keep from swooning. A delicious tension spread through my muscles as I anticipated the orgasm about to seize me.

Once it did, I let out a low scream. The sound was helpless and raw, the way I felt in the grip of such a fierce climax. My entire body quaked, but Adam continued to hold me fast.

"Adam, I can't!" I managed to choke out. My clit was so sensitive, I didn't think I could bear any more stimulation. He moved his tongue from that tender bud to lap at my folds. The vibration felt good, but not intensely so, and I was thankful for a break to catch my breath.

Taking me in his strong hands, Adam shifted my position a little, then teased my opening with his tongue. When he worked the tip of it inside me, I immediately grew eager for more. "Yes, yes, please!"

His tongue slid deeper into my pussy, vibrating so powerfully that I began shaking again. All the while, he moaned while claiming my cunt in this new way. When he lifted me off his face, I actually whimpered in protest, but those whimpers turned to screams the moment he resumed licking my clit.

My second orgasm was almost instant. I bore down hard, grinding against his face, but his grip on me remained firm. My contractions seemed endless and slow to weaken as if determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body. Only when they finally subsided and I began struggling did Adam release me.

I slid off of him and collapsed in a heap at his side. He turned toward me, his mouth and chin coated with my juices, and I could taste my pussy in the deep kiss we shared.

"You enjoyed that?" I asked, a little incredulous.

"So much! I love making you come, Emmy."

I lowered my stare to his rock-hard cock. "And now it's your turn," I told him with a sly smile. Kneeling between his legs, I admired his gorgeous dick for a moment, then dared to cup his balls in my hand. They were heavier than I'd expected. My touch was gentle, and when I gave Adam a questioning look, he eagerly nodded.

"That feels really nice!" His eyes were bright, almost wild, but he lay still, patiently allowing me to explore.

"I'm new to this," I confessed, "so feel free to instruct me, okay?" I figured Mrs. Reid had gone down on him enough to give him a good idea of what he enjoyed. Yet as I waited for him to respond, I started to suspect otherwise. "Wait—Mrs. Reid has given you a blowjob, right?"

His gaze drifted to the ceiling. "Just once."

My eyes widened a little. So Mrs. Reid wasn't much of a giver, at least not when it came to her Sentient. "But did you like it?" I persisted.

"Very much." Adam's simulated breathing quickened as he recalled the memory.

I leaned forward, bringing my mouth close to his dick. "Then I'll do my absolute best to make sure you enjoy your second-ever blowjob."

He tenderly brushed my hair back from my face. "Thank you for this, Emmy."

My grin let him know how much I was looking forward to it. I decided to lie on my stomach between his legs so he would have a great view. Then I gently grasped his cock. With an enthusiasm I made no attempt to hide, I slid my tongue along his entire length. When I reached his tip, he released a faint moan. His perfect cockhead had beckoned to my mouth since I'd first seen it, and I couldn't resist wrapping my lips around it now. Adam's moans grew louder, his stare filled with pleading.

I returned to licking his tip while stroking his shaft. "I love your cock!" I told him, speaking the absolute truth. He'd given me so much pleasure with his dick, and I wanted to please him in return. I'd read that the underside of a man's cockhead was really sensitive, so I focused my attention there, licking, kissing, and sucking.

"Emmy!" He placed a hand on my head. "Yes, baby! Ah, that feels incredible!"

I finally worked up the nerve to take more of him in my mouth. His lust-filled groan rewarded me as I worked my lips downward, accepting his cock inch by inch. His tip felt huge in my throat, and I struggled against my gag reflex. Pulling back to draw in a lungful of air, I continued stroking him until I was ready to try again. 

Adam was breathing hard and fast; his stare remained fixed on my face. Eventually, I managed to work up to a good rhythm, my lips wrapped snugly around his dick as I lowered my mouth to meet my hand. I was a little noisy while sucking him off, and I hoped I wasn't producing too much saliva, because Adam's dick was covered with it by now. 

He didn't seem to mind in the least. Instead, I heard the urgency in his voice when he asked, "Will you let me come?"

His question caught me off guard. When I needed to come, there was no asking for permission; I simply surrendered to it. But I realized Adam was different. Although he clearly experienced a great deal of pleasure from the blowjob, he still controlled his climax. It bothered me that he needed to ask for release.

"Come for me!" I urged. "I want you to feel as good as I felt while sitting on your face." Taking him as deep as I dared, I allowed his cock into my throat again and again. 

Adam's tone bordered on desperate as he asked, "Do you want my cum inside your mouth?"

It finally occurred to me that ejaculation was another mechanism he could control. I remembered when we'd first made love, he asked if I wanted his cum inside me. Maybe Mrs. Reid was particular about that. Maybe she didn't want anything to do with his semen. 

But I did. And I was more than a little curious about how it would taste. During Blair's party, I overheard her talking about blowjobs with one of her friends. "I know guys expect you to swallow," she'd said, wrinkling her nose, "but I hate it. Cum tastes like bleach smells."

I now realized that I didn't care how it tasted. I wasn't about to deny Adam this experience. "Give me your cum," I demanded. "Let's see if I can swallow every drop!"

He gasped at my words, and when I took him in my mouth again, I sensed he was close. His body held that same pre-orgasmic tension, aching for climax. I realized then that I'd neglected his balls while I was so focused on his cock, so I began fondling them. My eyes widened when I felt them tighten in my gentle grasp.

I also felt Adam's cock swell even more between my lips. He cried out my name, then came so fiercely that his semen struck the back of my throat. More soon landed on my tongue, and I discovered his cum didn't taste at all like bleach. No, it was mild, only slightly salty. I eagerly worked to swallow it down, but I couldn't manage it all. Still, I was happy to lick up what remained on his dick when I finally pulled off.

Adam reached for me, and as soon as I lay in his arms, he gave me a tender, lingering kiss. "That was amazing, Emmy."

I beamed at his praise, though I was quick to assure him I'd remember to lick and suck his balls next time. He laughed and pulled me even closer. "Everything you do feels so good!"

"You're the one with the vibrating tongue!" I pointed out. "Too bad I don't have that trick up my sleeve."

"Your tongue is fantastic, sweetheart." Adam slipped a hand between my thighs and smiled to find my pussy still drenched. "Once again, my sound judgment is telling me you want more."

I grinned, then moaned when he grazed my clit. "And as always, your judgment is fucking excellent." Looking down at his cock, I found he was fully hard yet again. "You still want me on top?"

"Oh, yes!"

After sitting on Adam's face, I now felt more confident about riding his cock. Once I'd straddled him, he grasped his dick while I positioned myself directly above it. Our stares met when I began sinking down, and even as I felt my flesh being stretched, I marveled at the sheer lust I saw in Adam's eyes. Now that I was in control, he could relax and allow himself to fully enjoy this.

I still felt a twinge of pain, but nothing like before. It quickly dulled to an ache, and when Adam cupped my breasts in his hands, I let out a pleasured moan. "Do you enjoy talking dirty, Adam?"

His grin was downright sly as he gazed up at me. "Sometimes, yes. I like that it excites you."

"Just as long as it excites you, too." I rolled my hips slightly, still getting used to being on top. "Tell me all your dirty thoughts."

A groan escaped his lips. "You want to know how much I love being inside your tight, wet pussy?"

"Fuck, yes!" I grew bolder in moving on top of him.

"It gets me hard just thinking about it," he revealed in a husky voice. All the while, he toyed with my nipples. "When I'm alone in my room at the end of the day, I stroke my cock, remembering every moment I spent with you."

"Oh, Adam!" I leaned forward until my clit was pressed firmly against him. "I love the way you fill my entire pussy!" It felt deliciously slutty to tell him these things, and to know I was getting him off with my words as well as my cunt.

While I was busy grinding against him, giving my clit relentless stimulation, his dick started vibrating inside me once more. A strangled cry emerged from my throat. "Oh, my God!"

Adam ever so gently circled his hips, working that incredible cock against my inner walls. "You're ready to come again, aren't you?" His voice was surprisingly even, and I noticed his tone grew almost teasing. "Your greedy little cunt can't get enough!"

My face grew hotter, but I didn't hesitate to beg. "Please, Adam! Don't stop!" He responded to my plea by lowering the intensity of the vibration. "No, no! I need to come!" I frantically rubbed my clit against him, desperate for an orgasm. I couldn't believe he was tormenting me like this! His expression was so fierce, he was almost unrecognizable. How long would this agony continue, I wondered, with me impaled on his dick and so achingly close?

Just when I thought I would lose my mind to the need overtaking me, Adam smiled, his face full of affection. He again appeared familiar, and I felt a rush of relief.

Then he turned the vibration up to what could only be the highest level possible. I couldn't speak, couldn't even scream. Instead, I quaked so hard, he had to hold me upright so I wouldn't topple off of him. In his grip, and at the mercy of his dick, I actually squirted. Finally, I managed to take a breath, and I let it out as a wail. Even while I was deeply embarrassed about my lack of control, I succumbed to the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Adam groaned beneath me, then gave a hard thrust as he came. My muscles continued milking him dry, heightening the pleasure washing over both of us. It took me some time to be able to form a coherent sentence, but I eventually panted, "I'm so sorry I squirted! I've never done that before!"

"Don't be sorry, Emmy. I loved it." Adam smiled up at me, looking utterly satisfied.

"But I've made such a mess!" My fluids had streamed over his skin, and I was sure the bottom sheet was wet. 

"And I'll be happy to clean it up." 

Right then, with his triumphant expression, Adam seemed just as human as I was. Seeing him like that moved me in such a strangely profound way that I grew close to tears.

Yet I returned his smile while grabbing the top sheet and bunching it between us. So maybe it wasn't the best idea to fuck in Mr. and Mrs. Reid's bed, I told myself. Next time, we would definitely put a towel down! When I finally eased off of Adam, I cringed at the damp spot on the bed beneath him.

"It's fine," he assured me. "I'll wash everything."

We both dried ourselves with the soiled top sheet, and then I helped Adam strip the bed. As he headed out of the room, carrying the bedding in his arms, I took a moment to admire his flawless ass. Then I went to clean myself up in the bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. Peering at my reflection, I saw that my face was still flushed from the mind-blowing sex I'd just experienced.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, I found Adam dressed and waiting for me. "I'm so sorry I made extra work for you," I told him. At least I hadn't gotten the mattress itself wet. Adam drew me into a hug, then planted kisses on my face and hair. Again, I wondered where he'd learned to be so sweetly affectionate. 

"It's no trouble, Emmy. Everything's in the laundry and will soon be good as new." His eyes filled with warmth as he smiled down at me. "I'm so happy you and I can spend more time together."

"Me, too," I whispered. I wanted to stay with him until the Reids got back, but I knew that was out of the question. Neighbors would definitely notice my car constantly parked outside the house, and my parents would wonder what the hell I was up to.

After I got dressed, Adam and I went down to the kitchen. "Would you like some lemonade?" he offered. "I made it earlier today before the Reids left."

"That sounds great, thanks." As I thirstily gulped down the drink, Cleo wandered into the room. The cat ignored me completely, instead making a beeline for Adam. I watched in amusement as she wound herself around his legs, loudly purring. "She seems to be a big fan of yours." I was surprised, because Cleo wasn't known for being friendly.

Adam smiled down at her. "She took to me right away. She's a good cat."

"And she senses the goodness in you," I said softly.

After I finished the lemonade, Adam offered to make me something for dinner. I got the feeling he was trying to convince me to stay longer, but as much as I wanted to, I realized it was too risky. 

He walked me to the door, then drew me close for a kiss. As his lips lingered on mine, he seemed reluctant to let me go. "I can't wait to see you again."

"I'll be here the same time tomorrow," I replied, stroking his cheek.

It was already so hard to leave him, and I knew it would be agony when Blair and her parents returned. Adam must have known that, too.

But he didn't know I'd begun planning for a future where we could stay together.