The rain tapped louder outside, echoing the pulse between them.
Then Elen thrust—deep, slow—each inch pushing a guttural gasp from Mira’s throat.
Her back arched, her breasts bouncing under the strained lace of her bra, nipples hard and aching.
He leaned down and latched onto one, sucking it through the fabric like a man starving, tongue circling, teeth grazing until she cried out, fingernails scoring hot lines down his back.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he growled, voice raw with hunger, hips grinding in time with his panting breath.
"Harder," she hissed, voice shaking, her hands clutching his shoulders, her pussy squeezing around him with every thrust like it didn’t want to let go.
He gave it to her—harder, faster—hips slamming into hers with punishing rhythm, the bedframe groaning, wood creaking under the force.
Her moans grew louder, shameless, ragged things torn from her lungs as she rocked up to meet every brutal stroke.
Her bra slipped, full breasts spilling free, sweat-slick and jiggling with every slam of his hips.
Her skin flushed red, chest heaving, mouth hanging open in a silent cry before it broke into a desperate sob.
"I’m close—fuck—don’t stop, Elen—" she gasped, voice cracked and shaking, legs trembling as her pussy clenched hard around his cock, greedy for release.
He snarled and fucked her like a beast, rough, relentless, driving into her again and again, cock buried to the hilt, the sound of their bodies obscene—wet, violent, filthy.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Mira’s cries peaked, her body arching, pussy clenching tight as she came with a shuddering moan, her thighs shaking, nails raking his back.
He followed seconds later, slamming deep, groaning into her neck as he spilled inside, warmth pulsing between them, his cock twitching with each release.
They stayed tangled, sweaty, panting, the storm outside echoing the storm between their bodies.
Mira laughed breathlessly, brushing his brown hair from his face, her eyes gleaming with love and mischief.
"Still think I’m light?" she teased, her voice husky, breasts still heaving against his chest.
Elen kissed her, spent and smiling, his lips warm against hers. "Still perfect."
They chuckled.
Mira was still breathless, legs trembling around Elen’s hips, his cock slowly softening inside her, the heat of their climax lingering.
But her body wasn’t finished, a hunger coiling tight, reawakening deep within.
She shifted under him, biting her lip, aftershocks fluttering through her pussy, her black hair clinging to her sweat-slick skin.
"Don’t you dare pull out yet," she whispered, nails dragging down his spine, her voice raw with need.
Elen chuckled against her neck, the sound deep, intimate, his brown eyes gleaming in the hearth’s flicker.
But Mira moved fast, rolling him onto his back, straddling his hips, her thighs wet, flushed, sticky with his cum.
Her hair hung wild, rain-humid air mixing with her scent.
She leaned forward, kissing him—wet, filthy, biting his bottom lip, her tongue plunging into his mouth with hunger.
"I’m not done," she growled, her pussy clenching around his softening cock, rocking slowly to coax him back to hardness.
Elen groaned into her mouth, fingers gripping her waist, his cock stirring as her slickness coated him, mixing with his release.
Her hips moved like waves, slow and relentless, teasing him with maddening control, her breasts bouncing freely, nipples tight.
When he was hard again, thick and twitching with need, Mira slid off him, her pussy drenched, slick clinging to his shaft as she pulled away with a wet sound that made him shudder.
Elen’s breath caught, chest rising. "What are you—?"
She dropped between his legs like a hungry beast, eyes locked on his cock as her hands wrapped around it—slick and soaked in their filth, glistening with her juices and his pre-cum.
Her grip was firm, possessive.
"You made me drip all over your mouth," she growled, voice husky, soaked in sin.
"Now I’m tasting every inch you filled."
Her tongue flicked across his tip, teasing, slow—then dragged down his shaft like she was savoring an ice cream soaked in sex.
She opened her mouth wide and sank down on him, inch after inch, her lips sealing tight, cheeks hollowing as she pulled him deep.
He gasped—a raw, desperate sound—his hips bucking helplessly.
Mira moaned around him, the vibrations traveling up his cock like an electric jolt.
Her black hair swung with each filthy bob, strands sticking to her face, her spit and their cum making everything glisten.
She wasn’t gentle.
She devoured him.
Sucking with intent, mouth a furnace of heat and slick.
Her hand twisted at his base, jerking him in time with her mouth, wet sounds loud, obscene, echoing through the room like the soundtrack to pure fucking need.
"God—Mira—" Elen groaned, hand fisting in her hair, not guiding, just anchoring, holding on like if he let go, he’d explode.
She glanced up—those wicked eyes locked on his—mouth stretched around his cock, saliva dripping down her chin.
She moaned again, throat fluttering around him, her tongue swirling along the underside with practiced filth.
Then she pulled off, slowly, letting his cock slide from her lips with a long, lewd slurp.
She licked her lips, smirked.
"Still taste like me," she whispered, voice raw with heat.
"And I love it."
She surged up his body, straddling him again, smashing her lips to his—wet, messy, tasting of cum and sweat and lust.
Her tongue slid into his mouth like a promise.
But she didn’t ride him.
Not yet.
She leaned back, thighs wide, lifting her hips just enough to tease his cock between her soaked lips.
Her pussy hovered above him, glistening, dripping, smearing wet heat along his shaft as she rubbed herself up and down his length, eyes locked to his like a predator enjoying the slow kill.
Her breasts bounced faintly with each grind, her bra pushed halfway off, nipples peeking free.
Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, heavy with tease.
"Beg."
Elen growled, jaw tight, his cock pulsing against her heat, ready to break.
"Please."
"Not good enough." She rocked her hips, letting his cockhead nudge her entrance, then slid away again. "Louder."
"Please, Mira—ride me," he snarled, fingers bruising her hips. "I need your pussy. I need to feel you again."
Her eyes lit with a cruel satisfaction.
"Then take me."