I smiled, wicked, leaning into the thrill of knowing I could make him sound like that with barely any effort.
“Don’t give in yet,” I warned, speeding up. “I’m not done.”
I rode him harder, and his whole body tensed beneath me—trying not to come, trying to breathe, trying not to flip me over and fuck me into the mattress.
“Shit—” he hissed, grip tightening on the sheets. “You… you playin’ dirty.”
“No,” I whispered, dragging my nails down his chest. “Just matching your energy.”
His thighs flexed under me. His breath grew uneven. His voice cracked.
Hearing him stumble over his words had my pussy gushing with pride.
“Fuck… Elise… I’m?—”
I held his face in both hands, riding him deeper, faster, pushing him right to that cliff’s edge. His hands gripped thesheets again like he was physically holding himself back from nutting.
“Shit—Elise—” he groaned, voice dropping into a deep, strained growl. “I’m… I’m about to?—”
I don’t know what came over me, but the second I heard those words, I hopped off with no warning. His eyes snapped open, shocked I even moved. His dick slid free—thick, glistening, sitting heavy against his stomach while he tried to catch his breath.
“Why the fuck you—” he started, but then his voice broke. “Oh… fuck,” he whispered as I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him slow and teasing before flicking my tongue over the tip and taking him deeper into my mouth. His whole body jerked.
“Elise…” His voice cracked. “Damn…”
I looked up at him while I sucked him deeper, letting himwatchhow much I wanted him. His thighs flexed, chest rising fast, his hand dragging over his face like he didn’t know what to do with himself. I was trying to suck the soul out of his dick.
“God… damn,” he breathed, watching every movement of my lips.
I went lower, tightening my mouth around him, stroking what I couldn’t take. His head fell back with a harsh groan, legs spreading wider like he needed space just to survive it.
“You gon’ suck this nut out?” he growled, fingers tangling in my hair.
I moaned around him, and his whole body trembled.
“Every drop…” I whispered when I pulled off for a second, stroking him slow and messy. “Let me taste it, Daddy.”
His jaw clenched as I twirled my tongue around his fat, mushroom tip, then hollowed my cheeks and swallowed him deeper than before. I felt him snap, hips jerking as hot nut spilled into my mouth. I held him there, sucking him throughevery wave, swallowing everything he gave me until he sagged back on his hands, shaking like he’d been through something spiritual.
“Damn, girl…” he whispered, voice gone, chest heaving. “The fuck you tryna do to me?”
I wiped my lips with my thumb, looked up at him, and smiled slow.
“Finishing what I started.”
The next few days after, blurred into something we never planned, and neither of us put words to because saying anything out loud would’ve made it real. We fucked, we ate, we slept. We woke up tangled around each other and then fucked again. We didn’t have any expectations, just chemistry that kept housekeeping dropping off fresh sheets like clockwork. It was probably unhealthy how many times I’d had that man inside me, but I wasn’t complaining. He definitely wasn’t either. We only left the room long enough to grab food, walk the trails, or sit on the balcony while he worked quietly on his phone. I pretended I wasn’t staring at his profile like he was sculpted specifically to ruin me. At night, he’d pin me to whatever surface was closest—bed, wall, balcony railing—and my body always answered before my mind caught up.
We never talked about feelings. Hell, we barely talked about real life. What was understood, didn’t need to be explain…When this week ends, we go our separate ways.But in the in-between … the quiet moments when he’d fall asleep with his arm across my waist, or when he’d pull me closer in his sleep like his body recognized mine, something was happening that I tried to ignore. Something he pretended not to feel. But it was there. Onthe third night, after dinner, after another round of him folding me over the foot of the bed and left my legs shaking, I sat in the tub of hot water, bubbles up to my chest, candles flickering low. He came in shirtless, towel around his waist, leaning on the doorway like he had something on his mind.
“You good?” he asked, voice low, casual… but his eyes said otherwise. They softened every time he looked at me. He didn’t even realize it.
“Mmhm,” I said, sliding my leg up the side of the tub. “Just relaxing.”
He smirked. “You sure? Last time you said that you couldn’t even walk straight.”
I rolled my eyes. “Boy, please.”
Come over here so I can climb you like a treeis what I really wanted to say. But I kept that to myself
