Elira climbed off him slowly, a soft, wet sound leaving her when his cock slipped out, and she lay back on the bed the way he had told her to.
Her slip was twisted high on her waist, one strap fallen off her shoulder, the thin fabric clinging to the damp swell of her breasts. She spread her thighs without being asked this time with her knees bent, cunt still flushed and leaking from the last round, and looked up at him with her mouth already parted and her cheeks burned deep.
Ray knelt between her legs and stayed there, just looking. The mess of both of them glistened on her inner thighs, a slow trail still slipping out of her.
Her chest rose and fell hard under the slip. When he ran two fingers through her folds she jerked, a shaky breath leaving her, hips twitching up into the touch like she could not help it.
"Still sensitive," he said.
"I know." Her voice was rough, almost embarrassed by how wrecked it sounded. "Do not be careful about it. I want to feel you in me."
He pushed two fingers back inside her, curling them, and watched her face while he did it.
Elira’s brows drew tight and her mouth opened on a quiet, filthy moan, and her hips lifted to meet his hand without waiting for permission, fucking herself onto his fingers.
"Listen to yourself you slut," Ray said, low. "Soaked and still asking for more. Is this the version you are going to take home to him?"
"Yes," she breathed. "I want him to hear me like this. I want him to feel how wet I get when I stop being polite."
He worked her until the wet sound of his fingers filled the room and her thighs started to tremble, then pulled them out, slick and shining, and lined his cock up against her.
The head nudged her entrance and Elira’s eyes went wide, then half-lidded, a long broken sound leaving her as he sank all the way in stretching her open again.
"Fuck," she gasped. "You are so deep. I can feel every inch."
Her hands fisted in the sheets. Ray stayed buried for a second, feeling her flutter and squeeze around him, then drew back and drove in harder. The impact jolted a sharper moan out of her.
"Look at me," he said.
She forced herself to hold the pleasure on her face and look at him, and the expression she gave him was openly lewd.
Her eyes were wet at the corners already, a faint crease between her brows every time he bottomed out.
She did not try to swallow the sounds anymore as a soft, helpless moans spilled out with every thrust, higher when he ground deep, breathier when he pulled back and made her feel the drag.
He set a steady rhythm, his hips meeting hers with a solid and wet impact that had the bed creaking under them.
Elira’s legs came up and hooked around his waist, pulling him deeper, heels digging into his back.
"Like that," she gasped. "Fuck me like you mean it. I want to still feel this when I walk tomorrow."
The slip had slipped further. One breast was bare with the nipple tight and flushed, moving with every thrust.
Ray leaned down and closed his mouth over it, sucking hard on it with his tongue flicking while he kept fucking her.
The combination tore a sharper cry from her throat as her fingers left the sheets and dug into his hair, holding him there, pressing his mouth harder against her.
"God, your mouth," she moaned. "Don’t stop. I want you looking at me when you cum in me. I want to see your face."
He lifted his head so she could have it. His jaw was tight now and his breathing was heavier, the calm expression had cracked just enough that she could see the effort.
She watched it like she was memorizing with glassy eyes and an mouth open, a small desperate smile flickering when he groaned low in his chest.
"There," she whispered. "That sound. Give me more of it."
He changed the angle, grinding deep on every stroke so the base of him dragged against her clit.
Her whole body jolted and herer eyes tried to roll back as a filthy, broken "fuck" left her, and her nails scraped down his back hard enough to leave lines.
"Move your eyes up here," he said, voice low. "You wanted to watch. So watch."
She forced them open again. They were unfocused at the edges, wet, locked on his.
A tear slipped from the corner of one and ran into her hair. She did not seem to notice as her mouth stayed open and soft filthy sounds continued spilling out with every thrust.
"I am close again," she breathed. "It is too much, your cock is too deep, it feels—fuck, do not slow down. Cum in me. I want to feel you fill me while I am coming."
Ray didn’t slow down instead he hooked one of her legs higher over his arm, opening her more, and drove into her with deep, relentless strokes.
The wet slap of skin filled the room. Elira’s face went completely open, brows drawn tight, lips trembling and eyes locked on his even as they watered.
She came with a sharp, wrecked cry, back arching off the bed, walls clamping down hard around him in pulsing waves, a fresh rush of wetness spilling out around his cock.
"Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me," he said, voice rough now. "Take it."
Her thighs shook against his sides. She kept making small broken sounds through it, still trying to take every thrust and whispering "inside, inside, please" like she had forgotten how to be shy.
The tight heat and the way she looked under him pulled him over with her. Ray buried himself deep and came, as a rough sound left his chest as he spilled inside her in thick, heavy pulses.
Elira felt each one and her eyes widened with a small wrecked smile touching her mouth even while she was still shaking, and she pulled him down so his forehead rested against hers.
"I feel it," she whispered, voice hoarse and pleased. "So warm~ please stay. Don’t pull out yet."
They stayed like that breathing hard with the mess of both of them leaking slowly onto the sheets around his cock.
Elira’s hand stayed in his hair and her other hand rested on the back of his neck, just above the collar with her fingers tracing the edge of the metal without pulling at it.
"That," she said after a while, "is what I did not know how to ask for. Being fucked like I was wanted, not like I was a duty."
Ray eased back enough to look at her. Her hair was a mess across the pillow and her lips were swollen.
The flush had spread down her chest but she looked used, and she looked pleased about it with her thighs still parted around him and pussy still fluttering weakly around the length of him.
"You asked for it fine," he said. "You just stopped asking and took it. That is the part he needs to see."