She made motions to close her blouse, but I pushed her hands away, andmake her walk from the elevator to the room with her tits hanging out.It wasn't ...ar, but she was shivering, more from being nervous aboutbeing seen than anything else.As soon as I opened the door she darted in.I slowly followed, took off my coat, walked over to her, grabbed herhair, and pulled it down until she followed and kneeled in front of mewhile swearing and complaining.I slapped her face, and calmly told her she was my. He's seducing her, she realized. She rolled her eyes. This was always his approach when she wanted to talk about something that was bothering him. He might keep secrets from her pertaining to her job, but she wouldn't let it happen when it included their life. "No," she snapped, suddenly wiggling out of his hands. "What's going on?" Gideon held a poker face. His jaw tightened and he slipped out of bed completely naked. She watched as he paced back and forth. All naked. All. He looked as sad as only a 16 year old just deflowered teen can look when denied sex. I told him it was only because he'd worn me out yesterday. He didn't catch the meaning so I leaned in and whispered, ‘You fucked my pussy so hard yesterday that I’m sore.’ Poor guy looked guilty and actually began to apologize when I stopped him and explained further that this was a good kind of soreness. To give him something to think about during classes I wrapped my arms around him and molded my body to his. We had been meeting each other’s thrusts perfectly, but lost in our own orgasms, we got out of sequence, thrusting and thrusting at each other, both gasping, both breathing hard, both of us giving and taking sexual gratification in equal measure. My orgasm was subsiding, but Sonya was still in full cry, thrusting her pelvis, her upper body shuddering, her breath ragged, her eyes focussed in the distance. All I could do was hold onto her, as she rode her orgasm to its finality. Sonya’s.