"That's..." Sage murmured, her voice a soft, contented sigh as the tension from her fight with the algorithm seemed to melt away under his hands. Her eyes fluttered shut, long lashes brushing her cheeks. "You know me so well. This is exactly what I needed."

"See?" Zaeryn whispered, his lips brushing the crown of her silvery-white hair, inhaling the faint lavender that clung to the strands. "Better than fighting with algorithms."

For a moment, Sage forgot she was standing, her body nearly collapsing as she melted completely into his arms, her curves pressing flush against his solid frame. The lab's sterile ozone hummed in the background, but it faded against the heat building between them.

His hands continued their work, gliding from her shoulders down the elegant curve of her spine. He mapped the supple muscles shifting beneath his palms, applying slow, deliberate pressure that was both a comfort and a quiet claim on her body.

Her scent filled his senses, that sharp, sweet lavender a fragrance he had long come to associate with her and a very specific, potent kind of pleasure.

Sage hummed in agreement, a low sound of pure surrender as she leaned back fully into his strength, her ass nestling against his growing hardness. "There are other ways to relieve stress, you know," she whispered, her head tilting to rest against his chest, exposing the graceful line of her neck.

"I know." Zaeryn's hand slid from her back, tracing a path along her side before coming to rest on the soft swell of her breast. He cupped her gently through the fabric of her fitted top, his thumb grazing the underside in a silent question.

Sage's breath hitched, her nipple hardening instantly under his touch.

She arched into his hand, her head falling back against his chest as she bit down softly on her lower lip, the plump flesh turning white under her teeth.

The small, involuntary motion was an invitation he didn't refuse. He answered it, his lips tracing a fiery path along the exposed skin of her neck, sucking lightly at the warm flesh. He ran his tongue over the delicate pulse point just below her ear, drawing a sharp, breathy moan from her that vibrated through his chest. The sound went straight to his cock, making it twitch against the confines of his pants as he pressed closer.

Every flick of his tongue, every deliberate touch, sent electric shivers coursing through her. His hands roamed with intent, caressing each curve, his fingers tracing the dip of her waist before sliding up to squeeze her breasts fully. He ignited sparks of pleasure with every movement, his breath hot against her skin.

"That's... oh goddess," Sage purred, her voice a low, husky vibration that dripped with need. Her skin felt electric, every nerve ending firing as his hands played with her nipples through the fabric of her top. His thumbs brushed over the peaks, circling the stiff buds until they ached.

Sage arched into his touch, a silent plea for more, her hips shifting restlessly as she felt the slick heat building between her thighs. At the same time, she could feel herself getting wet, her pussy clenching with anticipation, soaking through her panties.

He answered, his fingers gently pinching the hardened tips through the thin material, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger with just enough pressure to make her squirm.

A fresh wave of shivers racked her body, and she let out a shattered gasp, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her silvery-white hair cascaded over his arm like a silken veil, and she ground her ass back against him, feeling the thick ridge of his erection pressing insistently against her.

Zaeryn's free hand slid from her breasts to her shoulders, his fingers hooking into the collar of her silver lab coat. With a slow, deliberate pull, he peeled it from her body, letting the expensive fabric whisper down her arms and pool in a heap of white on the sterile floor.

And then he went for her dress. His thumbs traced the line of her collarbones before his fingers hooked into the neckline. He tugged the top of the dress down slowly, peeling the fabric away from her shoulders just enough to reveal the delicate lace of her bra straining against the swell of her chest.

His fingers expertly found the delicate clasp at her back. With a soft click, it came undone. He peeled the straps from her shoulders and let the lace fall away.

Her breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect in the cool lab air. Her nipples were already erect, the rosy peaks a stark, unspoken invitation.

She turned in his arms to finally face him, and he wasted no time accepting. Leaning down, he captured one in his mouth. Sage cried out, a sharp, shattered sound, her back arching as he sucked hard, his tongue lashing the sensitive tip.

Zaeryn's mouth worked her nipple with relentless hunger, teeth grazing the edge just enough to sting before soothing it with wet, swirling laps. His hand claimed her other breast, kneading the soft flesh while his fingers tugged and twisted the neglected peak, drawing out whimpers that echoed softly off the lab walls as pleasure shot straight to her core.

Sage's hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as her thighs rubbed together, chasing the throb in her core. The slickness between her legs grew, her pussy aching for friction, for him to fill the emptiness building inside her.

"Zaeryn... fuck, yes," she moaned, her voice breaking on the words. She reached down, her hand fumbling to cup his cock through his pants, stroking the length of him with bold, needy squeezes. He was rock-hard, throbbing under her palm, and the feel of it made her pussy pulse with empty want.

He released her nipple with a wet pop, switching to the other, nipping lightly before soothing it with long, flat licks. His hand ventured lower, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her pants, brushing the damp curls at the apex of her thighs. "You're soaked for me already," he murmured against her skin, his voice filled with desire. Two fingers parted her folds, sliding through her wetness to circle her clit with firm, teasing strokes.

Sage bucked against his hand, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Don't stop... please, touch me deeper."

Zaeryn obliged, plunging two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them to stroke that spot that made her knees buckle. He pumped them slowly at first, building the rhythm as his thumb continued its assault on her clit. Her walls clenched around him, slick and hot, pulling him in deeper with each thrust.

She cried out, her hand tightening on his cock, rubbing him faster through the fabric. The lab echoed with the wet sounds of his fingers fucking her, mingling with their shared gasps.

Sage's free hand clutched at his wrist, urging him on, her body alive with the electric connection that bound them, physical, emotional, unbreakable.

He increased his pace, his fingers pistoning into her with a desperate rhythm that matched her own frantic heartbeat. His thumb pressed hard, circling her clit with a precision that felt like it was rewiring her brain. The coil in her belly pulled taut, a live wire of pure sensation about to snap.

As her orgasm built, coiling tight in her belly, Zaeryn sensed it and captured her lips in a messy kiss. Tongues tangled, teeth nipping, as she rode his hand toward release, her moans swallowed by his mouth. He thrust his fingers harder, faster, his palm slapping against her clit with each plunge, pushing her right to the brink.

Sage shattered against him, her pussy spasming around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She gasped into the kiss, her body trembling, thighs quivering as her juices gushed over his hand, soaking her pants. "Nnggn!" she whimpered, nails digging into his arm, her hips jerking erratically through the aftershocks.

He slowed his strokes, drawing out her climax until she sagged against him, spent and panting.

Seeing his girlfriend satisfied like this always brought a wave of possessive pride, but it couldn't compare to the satisfaction he got from fucking her. His cock strained painfully against his zipper, her earlier strokes leaving him aching for more.

Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them to her lips, tracing the slick tips over her mouth.

"Taste yourself," he instructed, eyes dark with lust.

Sage parted her lips obediently, sucking his fingers clean and tasting herself. Her tongue swirled around them as she met his gaze, a spark of renewed hunger igniting in her eyes.

"It's your turn now," she said, her gaze dropping to the heavy bulge in his pants.

"Yes, it is."

She grinned, and then got on her knees at once. "I have an idea."

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