Joren lay back, his chest rising in slow, uneven waves, his mind still catching up to what had just happened. The room was quiet, dimly lit, and heavy with the kind of silence that only follows something electric. Lana sat beside him, her legs folded neatly, her shirt clinging to her skin in all the right places. She glanced at him, a small smirk tugging at her lips, then leaned in just enough for her voice to land like a whisper.
"We're not done yet,"
she said, and before he could respond, she moved—one hand reaching behind her back to unzip her skirt, the other resting on his shoulder, pinning him back against the mattress.
The skirt pooled around her ankles, revealing a pair of simple black lace panties that did nothing to hide the dark outline of her pussy and the dampness forming there.
She reached down to hook her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down just enough to expose her glistening pink folds to the air. The trimmed dark hair above her slit contrasted sharply with the pale skin of her thighs.
She then moved to straddle his face before he could react, her knees pressing into the bed on either side of his head.
"You want me to ride your face until I come all over you?"
she asked, her voice rough with need.
Joren froze for half a second, the words hanging in the air like a dare. His breath hitched, eyes wide, heart thudding. He was beginning to feel himself harden again.
Without waiting for an answer, she sank down, her pussy pressing against his mouth as she ground her clit against his nose.
The musky scent of her arousal filled Joren's senses as Lana ground down harder, her hips rocking with slow, deliberate movements.
"Fuck,"
she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she moved faster.
"You take it so well."
Her free hand moved to her own breast, kneading it through her shirt as she watched his face between her thighs.
"Do you like how wet I am for you? How much I want this?"
Her words sent a thrill through Joren. A shiver ran down his spine—not from fear, but from something deeper, more primal. His eyes dilated, his breath grew heavier, and without thinking, his mouth moved faster, lapping hungrily at her swollen folds.
Lana moaned openly as he increased the pace, the sound vibrating through her body.
She lifted herself just enough to shift her weight, her knees sliding against the bed as she turned around to straddle his hips, facing him. Her shirt rode up as she reached between her legs, guiding his cock to her entrance with one hand while the other braced against his chest.
She glanced at him, a smirk tugging at her lips.
"You ready for the ride of your life?"
Joren's breath hitched, heart thudding like it was trying to break free.
"Lay it on me."
"That's the spirit,"
she said.
Then she sank down slowly, her tight walls clenching around him as she took him in inch by inch.
Her pussy, slick and hot, engulfed his cock, her inner muscles fluttering around him. He groaned as she sank down fully, settling onto his hips. Lana's hands braced against his chest as she began moving, rolling her hips in tight circles.
"God, you feel good inside me,"
she breathed, her dark eyes locked onto Joren's. Her nails dug lightly into his chest as she set a steady rhythm, rising and falling with slow, deliberate movements.
Her head tipped back, curls trailing down her spine as she moved with growing urgency.
"Cum for me again,"
she muttered, her voice rough with desire.
"I want to feel you spill inside me."
Lana's words sent a thrill through him, driving him over the edge.
"I'm... *haah*... it's coming!"
Joren cried out as his body seized with overwhelming pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her as the first hot pulse of his release spilled into her still-fluttering pussy.
"Fuck, yes,"
she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulder.
"Give it all to me."
Her body convulsed against his, her inner muscles clamping down around him, milking him until he was completely spent.
Lana collapsed against Joren's chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath. Her body still shuddered with aftershocks, her pussy still fluttering around his softening cock.
"You came a lot inside me,"
she murmured, breathless and satisfied as she stilled above him.
Joren blinked up at her, chest still rising and falling. His voice came out low and rough.
"I couldn't help it… You felt so good."
Lana raised an eyebrow, still catching her breath.
"Well, that's one way to mark your territory."
Then she snorted softly, leaned down, and kissed his cheek—equal parts amused and satisfied.
She slid off him and flopped down beside him, still catching her breath.
Joren stared at the ceiling, then turned to her with a crooked grin.
"So… you gonna ghost me after all this?"
Lana snorted, tugging the sheet over her chest.
"Honestly? I don't think I'll let you go that easily. In fact, I'm actually considering dating you. Which is insane."
Joren raised an eyebrow.
"Insane good or insane bad?"
She opened her mouth to answer—then came the knock.
A sharp rap on the door.
"Lana? Open up."
Her face drained of color. She froze.
"Oh shit,"
she whispered.
"That's my boyfriend."
She scrambled off the bed, eyes wide.
"We're finished if we're caught like this."