Elenor and Matias explore new levels of intimacy with a special cream, while building a technological system that promises to control more than just the house. How far will they go?
The dim light from the table lamp cast warm shadows on Elenor's skin as she lay face down on the bed, her body still relaxed from the intense encounter with Lucas. Matias, sitting beside her, watched every curve of her back closely, the muscles in her arms tensing slightly as she reached for the jar of special cream she had purchased days before. The sweet, minty scent filled the air as he uncapped the container, his fingers sinking into the silky texture before spreading it in circular motions over his wife's skin.
"You're going to love this," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a confidence he'd been regaining with each session. "It's for you, to make you feel... perfect."
Elenor turned her head toward him, her eyes narrowed with pleasure already beginning to run down her spine. The cream, cool to the touch, melted into the warmth of her body, leaving a glistening film that highlighted every detail of her skin. Matias didn't linger at her shoulders; his hands descended with deliberate slowness, tracing her spine until they reached the generous curve of her buttocks. There he paused, his thumbs pressing firmly into the lateral grooves, separating them just enough for the cool air of the room to caress her most intimate place.
"And this?" Elenor asked, her voice a husky whisper as she arched her back, offering herself shamelessly. "Is this also part of the treatment?"
Matias didn't respond with words. Instead, he poured a little more cream directly between her buttocks, letting the thick liquid slide down, grazing the beginning of her crack. Elenor gasped as she felt his fingers smoothing the product with precise movements, massaging not only the skin but also the muscle beneath, preparing her. The sensation was strange at first—cold, almost clinical—but soon the warmth of his hands and the effect of the cream made her moan, her hips instinctively moving against the bed.
"Shhh," Matias whispered, leaning down to place a kiss at the small of her back. "Trust me."
It wasn't just the cream that excited her, but the way he touched her: with a mixture of reverence and possession, as if every inch of her body were territory he must explore and claim. When his fingers brushed the rim of her anus, Elenor gasped, but didn't pull away. On the contrary, she parted her legs further, inviting him to go deeper. Matias accepted the offer without hesitation, his index finger pressing gently, lubricated by the cream, until the muscle gave way and let him enter just a centimeter.
"God, Matias!" she moaned, her nails digging into the sheets. "Just like that... just like that."
He smiled, satisfied, as he worked the tense spot patiently, alternating between external massages and superficial penetrations. The cream did its job: relaxing, preparing, softening. But it was his touch that truly drove her wild. With his other hand, Matias caressed the inside of her thighs, getting dangerously close to her sex, where the heat and wetness betrayed how aroused she was. However, he didn't touch her there. Not yet. He wanted her to burn with desire, to beg.
"Do you like it?" he asked, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned down to lick the sweat forming on her lower back.
"You know I do," she gasped, pushing her hips back, seeking more. "Please..."
Matias removed his fingers from her bottom, leaving a void that made her moan, but only to take more cream and spread it over the rest of her body: her hips, her sides, the base of her breasts where they rested against the mattress. Each movement was a ritual, a preparation for something more. By the time he finished, Elenor was trembling, her skin glistening in the dim light, ready for whatever came next.
"Come on," Matias said, taking her hand to help her up. "Let's go to the shower. I want to get you clean... and then dirty again."
The warm water cascaded over them, lulling their bodies as Matias, with almost obsessive care, soaped every corner of Elenor. His slippery hands ran over her back, over her buttocks, pausing to massage with his knuckles the entrance to her rear, where the cream was still taking effect. Elenor leaned against the tiled wall, her legs trembling, while he knelt behind her, his lips replacing his fingers to kiss and lick the water that trickled down her skin.
"What does it feel like?" Matias asked, his voice drowned out by the sound of the water, as his fingers explored her crack again, this time slowly, without cream, just the natural moisture of their bodies.
"Like... like I'm going to explode," Elenor confessed, her voice breaking. "Don't stop."
But Matias did stop. He stood, turned her toward him, and kissed her with an urgency he hadn't shown before, their tongues tangling as the water continued to fall over them. When they broke apart, their gazes met, charged with something more than desire: complicity, understanding, a silence that said this was just the beginning.
"We have work to do," Matias said, with a smile that promised a thousand things. "After this."
Out of the shower, wrapped in towels, they sat on the bed with Matias's laptop open in front of them. The screen displayed circuit schematics, component lists, and programming code in overlapping windows. Elenor, her skin still pink from the heat of the water, leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder as Matias pointed to different parts of the design.
"This is where we'll solder the new processing unit," he explained, his voice regaining the analytical tone that characterized him so much when he was immersed in a project. "And I'll modify this memory module so it can handle multiple tasks in parallel. Genesis 1 needs to be more than an assistant… it needs to be intuitive . "
Elenor ran her fingers over the keyboard, as if caressing the ideas her husband was pouring out.
"And this?" he asked, pointing to a set of cables and connectors. "What's it for?"
"To connect it to... well, everything," Matias replied, with a wink. "Imagine being able to control the lighting, the temperature, even the bunker's cameras with just a voice command. Or more."
She laughed, low and sensual, as her fingers trailed down his torso, tracing the abs that bulged beneath his still-damp skin.
"Sounds like you're trying too hard to spy ," he joked, but his eyes shone with genuine curiosity. "What if we use it for... other things?"
Matias caught on to the hint instantly. His hand rested on hers, stopping her descent just before it reached his crotch.
"Everything in its own time," he murmured. "First, we build. Then… we experiment."
The following days were a mix of soldering, coding, and laughter. Elenor became his most devoted assistant, shifting components, holding the soldering iron when his hands trembled from exhaustion, or simply sitting beside him while he typed endless lines of programming. The workbench was filled with cables and motherboards, and the scent of burnt tin mingled with the sweat on their bodies when, during breaks, Matias would push her against the wall to kiss her desperately, his hands always seeking the warmth between her legs.
Finally, when the last module was in place and the system booted up without errors, Matias leaned back in his chair with a sigh of satisfaction. The screen flickered, and a synthetic, but surprisingly natural, voice echoed in the room:
— "Genesis 1 system operational. Awaiting instructions."
Elenor clapped her hands, her breasts bouncing slightly under the loose T-shirt she wore, her hard nipples betraying that the thrill of accomplishment excited her as much as it did him.
"You did it!" she exclaimed, throwing herself into his lap. "Now tell me, what can this miracle do ?"
Matias pulled her towards him, his hands sliding under the fabric to gently pinch her nipples.
"It can do anything we tell it to," he replied, his voice hoarse. "Even... record."
Their lips met in a hungry kiss as, on the screen, Genesis 1 began to record every moan, every sigh, every movement of their bodies entwined on the workbench.
Later, when the room was dim and the only sound was their ragged breathing, Matias lay back on the bed with Elenor astraddle his face. She sank down on him shamelessly, her weight perfect, her scent of sex and sweat invading him as he licked her with long strokes of his tongue, savoring every fold of her arousal. Beneath her, Lucas—who had come silently, as always—settled between Matias's legs, his hard member already sliding inside him with a stifled groan.
Elenor rocked against her husband's mouth, her thighs trembling every time Matias's tongue found her clitoris, as she watched Lucas penetrate her husband with deep, measured thrusts. The scene was obscene, beautiful, a circle of pleasure where each gave and received at the same time. Matias, his eyes half-open, studied the movement of his wife's hips, how her muscles contracted when he was close, how her fingers tangled in her hair to keep it in place.
"Don't stop!" Elenor pleaded, her voice breaking. "God, Matias, like that, right there!"
He obeyed, sucking harder, his lips sealing around her clit as his fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks, parting them for better access. From this angle, he could see everything: the glimmer of her arousal, the trembling of her thighs, the way Lucas leaned down to bite Matias's shoulder each time he sank deeper inside her.
When Elenor reached orgasm, it was with a scream that echoed around the room, her body jerking against Matias's face as he continued to lick, drinking every drop of her pleasure as if it were the most precious nectar. Lucas, feeling Matias's body tense around his, picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more brutal, until Matias came too with a stifled groan against his wife's skin.
The silence that followed was thick, charged with something more than satisfaction. Elenor collapsed to the side, panting, while Lucas withdrew from Matias with one last kiss on her back. Matias, still cradling the taste of his wife on his lips, sat up slowly, his gaze meeting hers in the dim light.
She smiled, lazily and happily, as she stroked his cheek.
"What else can you create now that you have all this ?" he whispered, his fingers tracing a path from her lower lip to her chest, where her heart was pounding.