His own breathing became ragged as he fucked her with his fingers, watching her move, memorizing her reactions, all the better to jerk off to his memories later.

“Oh fuck... Michael... oh... oh fuck... Fuck... Michael!” She screamed his name as she came again, and he nearly came in his pants as her pussy squeezed his fingers, the muscles spasming as she climaxed.

Thrusting hard and fast, he pinched her nipples, tugging the sensitive buds, watching her writhe as agony and ecstasy collided. Sadistically, he ground the heel of his palm against her clit, tormenting the already tortured nubbin even as he drew out her pleasure.

He wrung every last bit of pleasure he could get from her before he finally slid his fingers from her sopping, quivering body. It was the best kind of satisfaction he could get from this scene.

Feeling completely boneless, Ellie lay limply as Michael cleaned around her, her mind foggy and slow. She couldn’t say how long it took him, but one minute he was sliding his fingers from her, praising and stroking her, then she was all hazy, and he was picking her up and carrying her out to the aftercare corner of the Dungeon. She knew he’d taken care of the room and her clothes and everything, but she didn’t really remember him doing it because she was so out of it. Nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, she inhaled deeply as he wrapped a blanket around her and settled her onto his lap.

He smelled good.

Even though she was muzzy, she knew this kind of reaction wasn’t like her. She normally didn’t let down her guard enough to be so complacent... but she’d known Michael would want to do aftercare, and so she’d just kind of let herself go when the scene was over.

Let herself float.

Let herself just enjoy.

It felt nice.

Although, the hard cock digging into the soft flesh of her ass reminded her of a bone she had to pick with him.

“Why wouldn’t you fuck me?” she asked, lolling her head back on his shoulder.

The question came out more curious than anything, with just a hint of pout.

Stroking her hair, his fingers gently running through any knots, Michael thought over her question for a moment. She really did like him playing with her hair. It felt so good, in a completely vanilla way. Maybe she should have been more specific about her hard limits years ago. Or maybe it was just okay because it was Michael.

“I’m not ready to yet,” he said finally. Which really wasn’t an answer at all. Ellie narrowed her eyes at him.

“Why not?”