“No,” I say, my own eyes dipping to his obvious bulge. “Let me see it.”
He knows what I mean. With a low groan he undoes his belt and opens his trousers, pulling his thick length from the confines of his boxers.
“Let me watch you play with it.”
He strokes himself and I watch closely in the mirror, memorizing exactly what he does and how he responds. The way he squeezes the base makes his eyes hood and a small pant come from his open mouth. The way he rolls his palm over the head every so often, spreading the small beads of moisture around makes him shiver a little.
I feel when it happens, my own arousal flooding the gusset of my leotard, and his reaction tells me he notices it too.
“Fuck, Emma,” he grunts, increasing the pace of his strokes. “Watching me makes you wet.” His closes his eyes tight for a second, stops moving his hand and instead holds his cock firmly at the base while he takes a few deep breaths.
Before he opens his eyes, I reach between my legs and pull the soaked fabric aside, then watch as he opens his eyes and finds my bare pussy waiting for him.
“Please fuck me, Avros.”
He is inside me instantly, stretching and filling me in one smooth thrust. I clench my teeth at the residual pain from losing my virginity last night. It’s gone in seconds, replaced by the hum of desperate need.
His hand strokes down my thigh along the barre, the other hooks my waist and squeezes, keeping me still.
“Sovershenna,” he grunts, jaw clenched, eyes barely focused. “Look how well you take me.” He leans back a little, pulling me with him, and I can just see the reflection of his cock sliding inand out of me, glistening with my juices. “Fuck, I dreamed of this every night.”
He moves his hand from my waist and snakes it around and down, cupping my mound and pressing his fingers against my center, finding that sensitive nub. Keeping his pace steady, he waits for the pleasure to build in me.
I lean forward more, stretching my arms out either side of the bar, the forward bend allowing him to reach even deeper inside me.
“Emma,” his voice is a plea now. Cracking around the edges of restraint. I’m matching him now, meeting every one of his thrusts with a roll of my hips, grinding against his hand, chasing my release.
The orgasm comes out of nowhere, blasting through me at the speed of light and then dragging out like stardust behind a comet. It’s hot and sparkly and mind melting as I scream and shudder and come apart on his cock.
“Come in me Avros,” I manage to beg at some point in the middle of it all.
His cock throbs, jerking inside me hard enough to make me yelp. He throws back his head, still cupping my mound with one hand and dragging the other to my hip to hold me in place as he empties himself inside me.
His eyes are screwed shut, his teeth are clenched, and each thrust is marked by a deep, rumbling, groan. His thighs tremble, his knees buckle, and he collapses out of me and sinks to the floor, cock still twitching and weeping onto the floor between us.
“I’ve never come as hard as that in my life,” he says, a final shudder passing through him as he looks up at my pussy. “Don’t move,” he says, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a photo.
“Hey!” I object.
“Please,sovershenna,I never want to forget this.”
I nod, but I don’t lower my leg or straighten up, not yet, because I never want to forget this either.
Avros
She’s standing in front of me, still bent over the barre, breathing a little harder than before. Her skin is flushed warm by what we just did. The studio is quiet except for the soft hum of the lights and the sound of her pulse, which I swear I can hear from here.
She is looking at me now, her neck twisted so she can see me over her shoulder as I kneel behind her, unable to stop looking at her dripping cunt.
“I need you to hear this,” I say, voice low, steady only because I force it to be. “Because once I say it, there’s no pretending this is anything other than what it is.”
Her eyes stay on me, focused and unflinching.
“I didn’t watch you because you were beautiful,” I continue. “Which you are, but I see beautiful women every day. That was never enough to hold my attention.”
She reaches for her toes and the stretch makes more of my cum leak from her, causing me to groan involuntarily as I try to catch my breath.
“I watched you because you endured things that would’ve broken most people, and never once asked to be saved.” My jaw tightens. “Because you ached quietly. Because you carried pain like it was a private contract between you and your body. Proving your strength and fortitude every single day.”
