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.
