“You like taking it in both holes at once, you dirty girl,” he growls, his mouth close to my ear, his breath warm.
“Mmhmm,” I moan. “Very much.”
My eyes meet his in the mirror, and he grins.
I feel his shaft swell inside me. “Fuck!” I cry out, my body convulsing beneath him, wetness releasing between my legs and drenching his cock, pulsing around him.
Then he bucks against me, his orgasm filling me with hot ropes of cum.
He collapses against my back, both of us sweating as we breathe raggedly together.
Once his breath slows, he releases himself from me and moves to the side, giving me room to turn onto my back.
I lie back against the reformer, my breathing uneven, my body still humming with the aftermath of something I don’t quite want to name.
The machine is still now. The room quiet again.
Soren adjusts one of the springs absently, resetting it with the same calm precision he does everything else. Like nothing just shifted. Like everything happened exactly as it was meant to.
I watch him, a little dazed. “That was…” I trail off.
He glances at me. “Better than your class?”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Yeah.” There’s no hesitation. No second guessing. Just truth.
“You’re going to think of me every time you use this,” he says, glancing at the machine and then back to me.
The words are light. But they land heavy.
“I already think about you all the time. There’s not a moment I don’t.”
His mouth curves slightly. Approving.
“Good. This isn’t a machine anymore,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “It’s where you learned what you are to me.”
ANONYMOUS:
Your body remembers.
You always lied about what you liked.
Said things hurt when they didn’t.
Said stop when your body said something else.
I always knew the difference.
The way your hands would tighten.
The way your legs gave you away.
You were never as hard to read as you thought.
I wonder if anyone else has figured that out yet.
Or if you’re still pretending.
Still performing.