SIN BETWEEN THE SHEETS
Floor 89: I come again, harder, squirting so hard it splashes the glass and runs in rivulets down to the floor.
Floor 98: he spins me, lifts me, pins my back to the glass with my legs over his forearms, and drives upward in short, brutal thrusts that make the whole elevator sway.
The city spins below us like a carnival ride.
I wrap invisible arms around his neck, bite his shoulder through the ruined shirt, and clench around him deliberately.
He loses it.
At floor 107 he pulls out, sets me down, spins me again, and bends me over the narrow handrail that rings the capsule.
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