He felt her body spasm under him, her muscles clenching around him and then it was only a few more strokes inside her, deep and hot and he felt it mount like a wave, felt his body tighten like a harpstring with anticipation. He reached out and caught her throat, his fingers tightening on her skin and he let himself drown, exploding inside her. His fingers dug briefly into soft flesh, choking her again and his smile was enamored as he stared down at her, finishing hard before he carefully pulled out, rolling onto his back on the cold metal floor. He felt like he was entirely made of heat and laying there on the cool surface was wondrous, staring at the ceiling of his office, basking in sensation.<br/><br/>After a minute, he smiled. Then he rolled over again, propping his head on one hand to smile down at her, looking almost boyish. She was gorgeous, flushed, with his seed inside her, leaking from her. "You're beautiful, Sommer," he whispered quietly. "You're beautiful. And you learn very well." He kissed her on the forehead, then rose slowly, feeling strangely unsteady as his blood pounded its way back to other parts of his body. He also felt...changed. Touched. This whole experience, it was unlike any of those other, lesser women.<br/><br/>He reached for his pants, sitting on the desk to watch her rise. In the background, an alarm kept trilling and he frowned. He should probably go look into that... but he was reluctant to leave her. It might break the magic, shatter the illusion of peace and happiness that had descended on him.<br/><br/><br/><br/>