"So good." She experimented with small movements, finding her angle. "Oh—there—"
"Yeah? That feel good?" I gripped her hips, helping her find the rhythm. "Ride me."
She started moving with more confidence, rising and falling, finding what worked for her. I watched her—head thrown back, breasts bouncing with each movement, completely lost in pleasure. She was breathtaking, uninhibited, and watching her chase her pleasure from my body was the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed.
"Fuck, look at you," I said roughly. "Taking me so well. You're stunning like this."
She moaned, moving faster, chasing sensation. I could feel her getting tighter, her rhythm becoming more erratic. The bed creaked beneath us with each movement.
"Touch yourself," I said. "I want to watch you make yourself come while you ride me."
Her hand snaked between us, fingers finding her clit, and her inner walls clenched around me hard enough to make me groan.
"That's it. Show me what you like. Let me watch."
She was close—I could tell from the way her thighs trembled, the little gasps she made, the way her hair fell forward in a curtain around her face. I thrust up to meet her movements, changing the angle slightly.
"Oh fuck—Bart—right there—"
I sat up, changing the angle again, one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her close while my other hand covered hers, our fingers working together between us. The new position let me go deeper, hit different spots, and she cried out.
"I want to feel you come around me," I said against her ear, my voice rough with need. "Squeeze me when you come. Let me feel it."
"Yes—oh god—I'm so close—"
"Let go. I've got you."
Her orgasm hit hard—I felt her clench around me rhythmically, pulsing, her whole body trembling in my arms, her breath hot against my neck. The sensation of her coming undone triggered mine. I thrust up hard, burying myself deep, and came with a groan muffled against her neck, my entire body shaking with the intensity of it.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both shaking, hearts pounding against each other, bodies still joined. I held her close, feeling her slowly relax against me, her breathing gradually evening out.
"That was—" she started, her voice breathless.
"Yeah," I agreed.
She laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and I realized this was what had been missing from my life. Not just sex, but connection. Real, honest, vulnerable connection with someone who hadn’t treated me differently when she learned who I really was.
"Stay," I said quietly as we slowly separated. "Tonight. Stay with me."
"Okay." She curled into my side as I pulled the covers over us, her head on my chest, one leg tangled with mine, her hair soft against my skin. "Bart?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad I filmed you that day. I know it was wrong, and I'm sorry. But I'm glad it brought me here. To you."
I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo. "Me too. Even if you did trespass on my property and violate my privacy."
She swatted my chest playfully. "I said I was sorry."
"I know." I drew her closer, my arm secure around her. "Get some sleep. Christmas is coming.”
