Riding machines Stories

Sophia lay in Tyrell’s arms, her chest still rising and falling with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across his sweat-slicked skin, marveling at the way his muscles twitched beneath her touch. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her palm, grounding her in the moment. This man is something else, she thought, a small smile tugging at her lips. But as her gaze wande...