He did this while he continued licking, now sucking at her breast. She was screaming yes, telling him to go harder.
Her body was contorting into all kinds of marvelous shapes. He grabbed her legs and pushed them away whenever she tried to shrink back from him.
His mouth stayed firmly clamped on her breast until he could feel her nearly orgasming. She was screaming, now, and it’s like she didn’t care that I was in the same house.
She was screaming loud enough to be heard over the storm, the thunder, everything. She must’ve known I would hear.
She screamed, “I’m going to come, I’m coming right now, Joseph,” and he stopped.
He just sat back and looked at her naked, shaking form.
She sat up. I realized my hands were in my shirt. I’d shuffled aside my bra and was now fully groping my own breasts as I watched.
I took my hands out and waited to see what happened next.
Anya spat at him. “A real man satisfies a woman completely,” she said, her accent heavier than usual in her heat.
He must’ve grinned that horrible, cocky grin, because she slapped him across the face.
He leapt on top of her, pinning down all of her limbs. She squealed happily, her hips thrusting up, begging to meet his cock.
He whispered to her, something I could barely hear.
“Beg for it.”
The lights came on. They didn’t seem to notice. I could see every inch of them, his body hovering over his as he waited for her to beg.
I wanted to get closer. I wanted to see exactly what they were doing.
I knew there was a different entrance to the yoga studio, one where I would be even closer and even less likely to be seen. Through the dressing room.
I think I ran faster than I’ve run in a while to make sure I didn’t miss anything good.