Susan lay there, flushed and breathless, her body still tingling from the last wave of pleasure. The room pulsed with the warmth of shared heat, heavy breaths hanging in the quiet air. Her fingers lazily traced circles across his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind — teasing, playful, and full of promise.

He leaned closer, lips brushing against her ear, his voice rough with desire. “You’ve completely ruined me,” he murmured. “I can’t think of anything but you.”

A soft, satisfied smile curved on her lips. “Good,” she whispered, eyes dark with mischief. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

She rolled over him with feline grace, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists gently above his head. Their bodies slid together, heat meeting heat, every inch of skin a new spark. Her hips moved slowly, deliberately, grinding against him in a rhythm that made his breath catch.

“I want to take my time this round,” she purred, her voice low and steady. “I want to feel every inch of you — slowly — until you’re begging.”

He tried to reach for her, but she kept his hands right where they were, pressing him down with a wicked grin. “Patience,” she said softly, brushing her lips along his jaw. “Let me show you how good it can feel when we slow it all down.”

She kissed her way down his body, igniting him inch by inch, her mouth exploring, her hands guiding. By the time her lips reached his waist, he was shaking — not from exhaustion, but from the raw, aching need only she could create.

She climbed back up, her body brushing over his like silk, and then, with one slow, fluid movement, she took him in again — deep and deliberate. He gasped, her name falling from his lips like a prayer.

Her hands slid down to his chest, steadying herself as she moved, building the rhythm again. Slow at first. Deep. Purposeful. Driving him mad with every slow, pulsing thrust.

“Every inch of you belongs to me tonight,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of taking it.”

Their pace quickened, moans mixing with soft cries, breaths coming harder. She rode him with a focus that made him unravel, her body melting into his, rising and falling, their skin slick, their minds lost in the rhythm of hunger and heat.

“Harder,” she said, voice suddenly sharp and raw. “Hold me like you need me.”

He gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, losing control, feeling the fire swirl into something unstoppable. She gasped, her head falling back, eyes closing, as her body tightened around him.

The world vanished. There was only this — the heat, the pulse, the release — as they shattered together, clinging to each other like lifelines in the storm.

And when it was over, she collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathless, trembling.

He brushed a damp strand of hair from her face. “You’re everything,” he said softly.

She looked up, her smile slow and wicked. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I want it again.”