"You take control"

"You take control."

Eli lay back, heart pounding, lips parted as he looked up at her. Emily, still straddling his thighs, brushed her fingertips across his cheek, then down his chest, her eyes scanning his face as if memorizing this exact version of him—eager, nervous, hard for her.

"Just relax," she murmured, voice like velvet. "Let me take care of you."

She leaned down and kissed him, slow, deliberate, her hand wrapping around his cock again, guiding the head along the slick fold of her sex. He gasped softly against her mouth, hips twitching upward, but she held him still with surprising strength.

"Easy," she whispered, and then she pressed herself down.

He sank into her with a staggered inhale, and she moaned low, drawn-out, her head tipping back as her body stretched to take him. It wasn’t rushed. She let herself feel every inch, every pulse, until her thighs pressed flush against his. Only then did she start to move—tiny rolls of her hips, slow and shallow.

Eli's hands floated, unsure of where to land. She took them gently and set them on her hips. "Hold on. Just like that."

He nodded, his breath shaky, eyes locked on hers. She rose a little, then eased down again, dragging friction that made them both gasp. The second stroke was deeper, smoother. The third, more confident.

His fingers tightened on her hips. She smiled.

"That's it," she said, grinding against him. "You're doing so good, baby. Just let it happen."

He whimpered—a small, involuntary sound that made her clench around him. She kept her rhythm steady, controlled, her thighs working with an effortless grace he couldn’t look away from. Every drop of slick heat between them only made it easier, messier, louder.

"Emily..." he breathed. "You feel..."

"Say it," she urged, leaning down until her breasts brushed his chest. "Tell me."

"I—I can't think," he stammered, overwhelmed.

She chuckled, kissing along his jaw. "Then don’t think. Just feel."

She rode him harder now, her tempo picking up, the wet slap of their bodies echoing through the room. Eli’s moans turned ragged, hands flexing on her waist. She could feel him building, tension coiling tighter with every thrust.

And then—