The silence that arrived was a different species of silence.
Her eyes opened.
She looked at the amber-lit ivy beside his shoulder.
The question sat in the warm evening air between them, casual and absolute and surgical.
PAH! PAAAH!
His hips snapped forward hard, once, grinding deep.
"AAANGH~!! HIIEEK~!!"
"Answer."
She felt another orgasm building without her permission, the fourth, the body that had once been precisely, surgically controlled now simply responding to input like a machine that had had its override panel ripped out.
Her thighs shook.
Her ringed nipples throbbed in the evening air.
The trail of her squirt ran quietly off the stone outside and widened on the path.
"No." The word came out in a breath. "No. I—"
PAH! PAH!
"Mmph~!! NGH~!!"
"—I'm losing myself." Her voice cracked on it. "I'm 'losing myself'—"
She closed her eyes.
Not to shut him out.
