She groaned into him, the vibration hitting him hard, and he felt it–the edge right there, his body locking up.

“Linda–shit, I’m–” he cut off, his climax slamming through him. First up was a white cotton bra–simple, with smooth cups and sturdy straps. He turned to the mirror, broad shoulders set off by the thin straps, abs flexing below, and a slow smile spread–his chest looked proud,Beautiful his body alive, the lace a secret he’d carry under his clothes. The weights felt light, his arms powering through ten reps without a hitch, and he set them down, shaking them out, his broad shoulders rolling.

“Yeah, good,” she grunted, finishing her set, her wiry arms shaking as she dropped the weights with a clatter.