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He groaned. Sophie’s grin widened. She found his eyes in the mirror.
“Us. I see us, Henry.”
His eyes blazed at her words. Sophie whimpered as he withdrew his hand from between her thighs. He cupped her shoulders, jerking his chin at the mirror, at the barre before her. He stroked her shoulders with strong hands.
“Mia dolce regazza,” he breathed into her hair. “Bend over and put your hands on the barre for me.”
Sophie shivered, heat trickling through her veins like sweet honey. She’d fantasized about this once, back when they’d first met. How had he known?
She took a few shaky steps forward, her whole body trembling as Henry watched her with burning embers for eyes. With her gaze on him, Sophie bent slowly forward, placing her hands on the cool wood of the ballet barre, shoulder width apart. She shifted her feet, spreading her legs wider.
Henry’s hands clenched and unclenched. She watched in the mirror, panting, fingernails biting into the polished wood as he reached for his zipper and dragged it down. The purr of it parting was loud in the heavy silence of the studio. When he drew himself out, Sophie moaned.
Thick and hard and dark, the round head glistening with pre-cum, Sophie had never seen anything as delicious as Henry’s cock looked right at this moment. Her whole body clenched with the desire to feel him inside her.
It must have shown on her face, because he moved quickly into position behind her. His voice was gruff in her ear. “I can’t be slow, bella Sophie. I need you too much.”
“I understand.” She nodded, breathless. “Please, Henry. I need you too.”
He brushed her hair forward and touched his mouth to the nape of her neck. His left hand trailed down her arm to cover her hand, their fingers twining, while he lined his cock up with the soaked entrance to her pussy. Eyes on hers in the mirror, right hip gripped tightly in his big hand, Henry plunged into her, burying his entire hard length inside her in one swift, deep thrust.
It was a wordless declaration, a primal claiming, and Sophie’s body clenched around him in reaction. The breath rushed from her lungs. Henry didn’t stop moving, pulling out of her almost completely before driving hard back into her.
Sophie rocked forward onto the balls of her feet, arching her back slightly to angle her hips, to take him deeper into her silken confines. Henry cursed brokenly in Italian. Sophie whimpered as his next stroke rubbed over a tingling spot deep inside her. Her muscles strained to hold her in position, years of training and practice to hone her body paying off in a carnal and delicious way.
“Dio! Sophie, you burn me, dolce. So sweet.” He kissed the curve of her spine as he pumped rhythmically, filling her and then retreating, his gliding thrusts powerful enough to shake her whole body. Henry’s hand slid from her hip, down her thigh. His fingers stroked her smooth skin briefly before curving around her knee and drawing her leg up, opening her wider for his delicious invasion.
He pressed her thigh against his flexing hip. Sophie bent her knee and curled her leg around Henry’s trim waist until she could brush her toes against the straining muscles of his broad back. She squeezed him between her thigh and ca
lf, taking some of her weight off of her left leg. Henry growled.
Sophie chuckled breathlessly at the animal twist of desire on his face. She had never been so happy to be a dancer in her life. Flexibility and muscle tone was good for more than just ballet.
Henry’s arm snaked around her hips, his fingers once again finding the pulsing bud of her clit, and Sophie’s humor melted beneath the heated blast of pleasure that poured through her. The combination of Henry’s hot, hard length driving deep into the wet grip of her pussy and his fingers swirling around her clit had her orgasm bubbling quickly inside her.
“Henry!”
“Give me your mouth, dolce,” he rasped in her ear. Sophie obeyed, turning her head so that he could reach her lips with his. The kiss was primal, his tongue sliding between her lips in rhythm with his wickedly pumping cock.
Her eyes drifted shut. She didn’t need to see anymore. She wanted only to feel all the amazing thing this wonderful man was making her feel. His words said he ‘cared’ about her, but his touch, his body said more. It said he needed her, craved her, cherished her, loved her.
Sophie’s orgasm thundered through her with the power of a freight train. She shuddered, toes curling, hands clenching so tightly on the wood of the barre that she lost feeling in her fingers. Or, perhaps that was only because the nerves of her body were all busy conveying the overload of information from between her legs.
Henry’s fingers kept caressing her as his cock tunneled into her slick flesh, drawing the sensations out. He murmured rough, sweet words she couldn’t understand against her lips, touching his damp mouth to her cheek, her jaw, her eyelids before returning to her mouth.
Oh God, how she loved this man!
“Sophie,” he groaned, wrapping his arms tightly around her and holding her against him as she clenched rhythmically around his shaft and whimpered. Had she spoken her words of love aloud? She didn’t know, didn’t care. All her attention was focused on Henry, on the place where their bodies joined.
He withdrew from her suddenly, making her cry out at the loss. She felt empty and cold without him pressed against her, into her.
“Henry, what—” she began breathlessly, her question becoming a gasp of surprise as he swept her up into his arms and strode out of the classroom. She wriggled in his arms. The hot, slick tip of his cock brushed against her ass as he pushed through the door.
“I know I saw, ahh. Good.”
Sophie blinked as he flipped on the light in the office, a pleased tilt to his sculpted mouth as his dark eyes took in the narrow cot against the far wall. Darren had gotten it for emergencies, so they’d have a spot for an injured or unwell student to lay down if needed.
“There’s no way we can both fit on there. There’s no room.” She stroked a lock of sweat damp hair back from his forehead, stroking her fingers down the line of his jaw. Sophie pressed her mouth against the warm, moist skin of his throat and licked, enjoying the salty taste of him.
