Jerry was just about to lower herself onto Mira when suddenly—Mira flipped them.
In one smooth, confident motion, Mira pushed Jerry down on the bed, straddling her hips with a wicked smirk.
Jerry blinked up at her, breathless. "Mira…?"
"I said…" Mira leaned down, lips brushing against Jerry's ear, "I wanna ride you again, baby."
Jerry grinned, eyes wild with love and desire. "Then do it. Take it all, baby."
Mira kissed her way down—neck to collarbone, to chest—leaving little nips and love bites as Jerry moaned underneath her. Her tongue slid down to Jerry's abs,
slowly tracing every line before sitting back up.
Then, without a word, Mira reached between them and guided the toy in—slowly—watching Jerry's eyes flutter shut as she sank down, inch by inch.
Jerry groaned, hands clutching the sheets. "F*ck, Mira…"
Mira let out a shaky moan as she took all of Jerry in, adjusting her hips, holding Jerry's strong shoulders to steady herself. Her head dropped back, body arching as she sat fully on Jerry's lap.
After a moment of stillness—feeling the deep, delicious fullness inside her—Mira started to move. Slowly at first, then faster, bouncing gently, her hands clutching Jerry's chest for balance.
Jerry's jaw clenched, head tilted back. "F*ck… baby… you look so damn sexy riding me like that…"
Mira leaned forward, kissing Jerry's lips hungrily, then moved faster, hips circling and grinding to hit her spot. "You like that, my king?" she whispered.
Jerry wrapped her arms around Mira's waist, gripping tightly, trying not to lose control too soon. "I love it, princess. Ride me… f*ck…"
Mira sped up, sweat glistening on her skin, hair wild as she rode harder, rougher, chasing her high. Jerry's hands never left her—one gripping her waist, the other sliding up her back.
Their breaths mingled, the bed rocked, and the room was filled with the sound of skin, moans, and love.
Jerry's eyes were locked on her, voice breaking, "Mira… come for me, baby… let me feel you…"
Mira gasped, her body trembling—"J-Jerry… it's coming…"
Jerry held her tightly, pressing up into her, helping her ride harder.
"Come on, princess… show me."
With one final deep thrust, Mira screamed Jerry's name, body shaking as she came hard, collapsing forward onto Jerry's chest.
Their hearts pounded against each other.
Jerry held her close, brushing her hair back. "You're my queen, Mira."
Mira whispered against her neck, still breathless, "And you're my king…"
Mira lay breathless on Jerry's chest, her heart still racing from the ride. Her skin glowed with heat, her body limp but satisfied. Jerry stroked her back slowly, her other hand tangled in Mira's damp hair.
Then Jerry leaned closer, lips brushing her ear.
"Round two?"
Mira's lashes fluttered. Her lips curved into a lazy, glowing smile. "Yeah," she whispered.
Jerry smirked like a predator who just heard her prey surrender.
Without warning, she lifted Mira off her chest and into her arms like a queen. Mira gasped, clinging to Jerry's neck.
"W-Where are we going?" she whispered, giggling breathlessly.
"To show you the sea," Jerry murmured. "And make you scream my name against that window."
The floor-to-ceiling glass framed the breathtaking ocean view. The waves outside shimmered under moonlight, but Mira could hardly focus—Jerry pressed her against the cold glass, making her gasp.
"Jerry—!"
Jerry kissed her neck, one arm wrapped firmly around Mira's waist. "Shhh, baby. I got you."
She slowly knelt behind Mira, spreading her legs just enough and guiding the toy back in—this time, from behind.
Mira gripped the window for support, her forehead against the cool glass. "Ah—Jerry…!"
Jerry stood, one hand gripping Mira's wrist, the other holding her hip as she started thrusting—slow and deep at first, then faster, harder.
Mira moaned loudly, the sound muffled only by the glass. "You're so deep… f*ck…"
Jerry's voice was a deep growl behind her, lips brushing Mira's ear. "This view… you… riding you was heaven—but this?" She kissed Mira's shoulder. "This is mine. You. Every inch."
Mira sobbed out her pleasure, arching back into Jerry. "F*ck me, Jerry—don't stop—please—"
Jerry groaned, her rhythm brutal now, the glass rattling with every thrust.
"Come for me, baby. Let the whole ocean know who you belong to."
Mira's eyes rolled back. "I-I'm coming—oh my god—JERRY—"
Her legs gave out, but Jerry caught her instantly, scooping her up from behind before she could fall. She walked them back to the bed, gently laying Mira down and crawling over her, kissing her chest and collarbone as Mira trembled.
Jerry brushed Mira's hair back. "You okay?"
Mira smiled lazily, dazed. "I've never been better…"
Jerry chuckled, kissing her softly. "Good. Because you're not done."
Mira's eyes widened.
Jerry slipped her hand between Mira's legs, already soaked again. "Ready for round three, princess?"
Mira was still catching her breath, her legs tangled in the sheets, chest rising and falling as her flushed body soaked in the afterglow. But Jerry—oh no—Jerry wasn't done. Not yet.
With a wolfish smirk, Jerry leaned in, lips brushing Mira's ear. "Come on, baby… the water's hot. Let me clean you up… my way."
Before Mira could reply, Jerry scooped her up bridal-style and walked them into the steamy bathroom. The glass shower was already fogging up as Jerry kicked the door open and stepped inside.
The water hit Mira's back and she gasped, shivering against Jerry's warm skin. Jerry backed her into the wall, water cascading down both their bodies. Mira's hair stuck to her face and chest, eyes half-lidded.
Jerry kissed her hard—wet, deep, hungry. "I told you I wasn't done," she growled between kisses.
Her hands slid down Mira's hips, gripping her thighs. Without breaking the kiss, Jerry lifted her, pinning Mira against the shower wall. Mira's legs wrapped around Jerry instinctively.
"Ahhh—Jerry," she whimpered, nails digging into Jerry's wet back.
Jerry thrust inside again, deep and steady, the sound of water mixing with Mira's loud moans. The slickness only made everything more intense—more raw.
"Look at you," Jerry groaned. "My goddess—moaning for me… under me… soaking wet and dripping with need."
Mira clung to her tighter. "F-fuck—Jerry—I'm gonna—"
"Do it," Jerry commanded. "Come while I'm inside you."
Mira screamed her release, and Jerry followed, groaning into her shoulder before gently kissing her through the aftershocks. The water washed over them as they stood tangled, panting and holding each other in the misty heat.
Later that Morning…
The sun was shining through the curtains. Mira padded out of the bathroom wearing nothing but Jerry's oversized towel. Her damp hair was messily tied, her cheeks still flushed. She blinked, stopping in the doorway.
Jerry stood shirtless in the kitchen area, flipping pancakes, wearing only boxers and a smug grin.
"You're cooking?" Mira asked, amused.
Jerry turned, tossing a wink. "You need energy. After last night—and this morning? I almost feel guilty."
Mira rolled her eyes and snatched a strawberry from the counter, biting into it slowly while keeping her eyes on Jerry. "You say that like you didn't enjoy breaking me."
Jerry walked over, lifting Mira up to sit her on the counter. She stood between her legs, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I did. Every second."
Mira giggled, eyes twinkling. "Then stop pretending to be a saint, Kingston."
Jerry leaned in, whispering, "Fine. But don't tempt me again unless you're ready to be late for breakfast."
Mira smirked, whispering back, "Then I guess… we're skipping breakfast."
Jerry growled and kissed her again, messily this time, hands slipping under the towel.
The pancakes burned—but neither of them cared.