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I
followed
the
taut
sway
of
Ortega
’
s
strides
across
the
room
between
,
the
muscled
lines
of
the
long
thighs
,
and
it
must
have
been
Ryker
as
much
as
me
,
because
I
felt
like
a
man
coming
home
.
There
,
in
the
room
full
of
mirrors
,
she
threw
her
head
down
on
the
disarrayed
sheets
,
lifted
herself
up
and
I
saw
myself
slide
into
her
up
to
the
hilt
,
with
a
gasp
because
now
she
was
burning
.
She
was
burning
inside
,
gripping
me
with
the
liquid
entirety
of
hot
bath
water
,
and
the
heated
globes
of
her
buttocks
branded
my
hips
with
the
impact
of
each
stroke
.
Ahead
of
me
,
her
spine
lifted
and
wove
like
a
snake
and
her
hair
cascaded
down
from
her
bent
head
in
a
chaotic
elegance
.
In
the
mirrors
around
me
I
saw
Ryker
reaching
forward
to
cup
her
breasts
,
then
the
breadth
of
her
ribs
,
the
rounding
of
her
shoulders
,
and
all
the
while
she
lifted
and
yawed
like
the
ocean
around
the
ship
.
Ryker
and
Ortega
,
writhing
against
each
other
like
the
reunited
lovers
of
a
timeless
epic
.
I
felt
the
first
climax
go
through
her
,
but
it
was
the
sight
of
her
looking
back
at
me
,
up
through
tumbled
hair
,
lips
parted
,
that
slipped
the
final
catches
on
my
own
control
and
moulded
me
against
the
contours
of
her
back
and
ass
until
my
spasms
were
all
spent
inside
her
and
we
collapsed
across
the
bed
.
I
felt
myself
slide
out
of
her
like
something
being
born
.
I
think
she
was
still
coming
.
Neither
of
us
said
anything
for
a
long
time
.
The
ship
ploughed
on
its
automated
way
and
around
us
the
dangerous
cold
of
the
mirrors
lapped
inwards
like
an
icy
tide
,
threatening
to
tinge
,
and
then
drown
the
intimacy
.
In
a
few
moments
we
would
be
fixing
our
gazes
carefully
outwards
on
the
images
of
ourselves
,
instead
of
on
each
other
.
I
slid
an
arm
around
Ortega
’
s
flank
and
tilted
her
gently
onto
one
side
,
so
that
we
lay
like
spoons
.
In
the
mirror
,
I
found
her
eyes
.
"
Where
’
re
we
going
?
"
I
asked
her
gently
.
A
shrug
,
but
she
used
it
to
snuggle
deeper
into
me
.
"
Programmed
cycle
,
down
the
coast
,
out
to
Hawaii
,
hook
around
and
then
back
.
"
"
And
no
one
knows
we
’
re
out
here
?
"
"
Only
the
satellites
.
"
"
Nice
thought
.
Who
does
it
all
belong
to
it
?
"
