Elira stayed seated on him, still tight around the length of him, her slip clinging damp against her skin and her hair loose around her face.
For a second she only breathed, her chest rose hard with flush high on her cheeks and the wet shine still in her eyes from the climax she had just ridden through.
Then she moved.
She lifted herself slowly, almost all the way off, and sank back down with a deliberate roll of her hips.
The stretch pulled a low sound from her throat but she did not bother to hide it instead her hands braced on his shoulders.
On the third drop, Ray’s jaw tightened. He let out a short breath, it was controlled but not silent.
"There," she said, voice rough. "That is what I wanted."
She rode him harder after that with her thighs working and her breasts shifting under the thin slip every tim she took him to the base.
Each time she bottomed out a soft, wet sound filled the room, and her mouth stayed open, brows drawn, eyes locked on his as if she was studying every small change in his expression.
Ray’s hands settled on her hips, he was not guiding yet, just holding. He met her on the downward strokes with short upward thrusts, and the added force made her cry out with her head tipping for a second before she dragged her gaze back.
"Do not look away," she said, repeating his own words back at him. "I want to see it."
He did not look away even as his breathing had gone heavier. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips when she clenched around him on purpose, and a low sound finally left his throat when she ground down and stayed there, rolling her hips in a tight circle.
Elira’s mouth curved, shaky and satisfied.
"Again."
She leaned forward, breasts pressing against his chest through the slip, and kissed him while she kept moving.
The kiss was messy. She bit his lower lip, then soothed it with her tongue, and when he thrust up hard enough to jolt her she moaned straight into his mouth.
Her nails scraped his shoulders. One hand slid up into his hair and held him there, close, so he could not put any distance between them.
"You feel good," she breathed against his mouth. "I can feel you getting thicker. Do not finish yet. I am not done."
Ray’s hand slid between them and found her clit again, rubbing in the same tight circles that had broken her the first time. Elira’s rhythm stuttered. A sharp, helpless sound left her, and her eyes went glassy, but she kept moving, chasing both the pressure of his fingers and the stretch of his cock.
"Too much," she gasped, and then immediately, "don’t stop."
Hearing this Ray smiled as he thrust up to meet her, deeper, and the combination pulled another climax out of her before she was ready for it which made her whole body lock.
Her mouth fell open on a broken cry, browsdrawn tight, eyes wet and unfocused for a second before they found his again. She shook through it, walls pulsing hard around him, and still she tried to keep riding, hips jerking in small, uneven movements.
Ray’s control finally slipped. The tight, fluttering heat and the way she looked at him pulled a rough sound from his chest.
His hands tightened on her hips and he drove up into her, once, twice, then buried himself deep and came, heat flooding her in thick pulses while she kept trembling on top of him.
Elira felt it. Her eyes widened, a small, wrecked smile touching her mouth even as she was still shaking.
"I heard you," she whispered.
They stayed like that, her slumped against his chest, both of them breathing hard, his cock still inside her and the mess of both of them slowly leaking out around him. The room was quiet except for their breath and the faint rustle of the curtains.
After a while Elira lifted her head. Her lips were swollen. Her slip was twisted and damp. She looked at him with the same new steadiness she had found earlier, only softer now, worn in at the edges.
"That is the version I want him to see," she said. "Not the one who asks. The one who takes."
Ray’s hand stroked once down her back.
"Then practice it until it stops feeling like a performance."
She nodded, still seated on him, and did not move to get off yet.
"We still have time," she said. "I want to try it from the other side. On my back. I want to see if I can keep looking at you while you are the one moving."
Ray’s mouth curved faintly.
"Then lie down."