Page 117 of After Midnight

Now I’m in her cunt and her ass.

Cum leaks from her pussy, soaking her inner thighs. And as I resume my rhythm, she starts to breathe harder, her tiny sounds of pleasure getting progressively louder.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” I whisper to her. “I wanna feel it around my cock.”

Her legs start to shake, her fingers curling into fists against the studio floor. I work my thumb inside her gently, making small movements, while I continue to stroke her clit with one finger of my other hand. She’s so tight and hot and wet, I know I’m not going to be able to keep this up for long.

Three minutes, I tell myself.

Then Remi goes silent, holding her breath, all her muscles pulling taut.

And she cums for me with such a wail of pleasure that I can’t hold myself back anymore. I thrust my cock as deep inside her as I can, feeling her pussy throb around me. At the last moment, I pull out of her, and taking both her hips in my hands, I cum all over her ass and her low back, releasing ropes of fluid across her sweaty bronze skin.

Fuck, she looks good. I’m a lucky man.

We’re both breathing hard, sweaty and wet and shaking. My lips lift into a tiny smile, and I say around gasped breaths, “Time?”

Remi catches her breath, then finally says, “You had two minutes to spare.” She pushes up onto her hands, then collapses into a sitting position, and I notice how wet and sticky the studio floor beneath her is. Guess I’ll be mopping again.

As I fall back to sit beside her, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, I say, “You did it. New record.” I hold up a hand for a high five.

Rolling her eyes, Remi slaps my palm with hers. Then she laughs softly. “Guess I like ass play.”

I arch a brow. “You’ve never done it before?”

She shakes her head, looking almost shy about it.

“Holy shit.” I collapse back onto the floor, arms and legs sprawled out. “We’re gonna have so much fun, then.”

“Yeah?” She eases a leg over me, then settles her naked body onto mine. She presses tired kisses along my collarbone, up the length of my damp neck, and across my jaw.

“Yeah. But not today. I need at least twenty-four hours before I can do that again.”

“What, you can’t cum three times?” she asks, tipping her head and giving me a little sideways smile.

I reach up to twirl a lock of her dark hair around my finger, then shake my head. “Nope. That’s all you, beautiful.”

She gets a little mischievous look in her eyes.

“What?” I ask.

She sits up, looking down at me from where she’s straddling me. “Now that we know I can do it, we’ll do that every time, right?”

The idea of it is exhausting in the best way. And as I close my eyes, feeling Remi atop me, all I can do is smile. “I’ll make you cum as many times as you want. Just promise we can eat tacos after.”

She giggles, then lies back down on my chest, her head nestling up under my jaw. “I promise.”

epilogue

Remi

Three Months Later

“FANTASTIC CLASS, EVERYONE!” I TURN the music down, then give my last students of the day a little round of applause. They’re all red-faced and sweaty, but they’re smiling, and no one pulled a rotator cuff, so I consider it a successful class.

The students wipe down their poles, then toss the rags into the laundry basket in the corner before going to the cubbies by the door to grab their clothes and shoes. I dab my forehead with a towel, then make small talk and laugh with the students until the last one departs.

“Bye, Remi!” the woman calls out before the door to the pole studio can close behind her. “See you next week!”