"Maybe I will enjoy too much," he said quietly while looking slightly away.

"Is that possible, I'd like to see what that looks like?" Jackie's hand slid down, pressing firmly against the growing bulge in his pants. The deliberate touch made him gasp softly, his body reacting instinctively to her. Jackie's smile turned devilish as she felt his arousal beneath her hand.

"Somebody seems to be missing me," she teased, her voice low and sultry.

He groaned softly, his hands tightening on her hips. "You have no idea," he murmured, his voice low and intense.

Jackie shifted her weight slightly, the friction against his lap making his head tilt back, eyes fluttering shut. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his jawline, sending a shiver down his spine. "Oh, I think I do," she purred, nipping lightly at his ear before pulling back to meet his gaze.

The unspoken tension between them had snapped, and now it was a game of who would break first. Jackie was determined to make him lose control—and from the way his hands roamed over her curves, she knew it wouldn't take much.

Erik's resolve was crumbling with every passing second. The way Jackie moved, so deliberate and teasing, made it impossible to think clearly. Her hands roamed over his chest as she rocked her hips against him, eliciting a low groan that he couldn't hold back. He knew he should stop, knew the boundaries they were crossing again, but the part of him that wanted her—the part he'd tried to suppress—was too loud now.

Jackie could feel the shift in him, his restraint giving way to something more primal. She loved the way he reacted to her, the way his breath quickened and his grip on her hips tightened. The power of it sent a thrill through her, and she leaned in close, her lips barely brushing against his.

"You've been holding back for too long," she whispered, her voice a mix of seduction and challenge.

Erik opened his eyes, locking onto hers. For a moment, he didn't move, as if teetering on the edge of a decision. Then, with a suddenness that caught her off guard, his hands slid up her back, pulling her closer until their lips met in a kiss that was deep, hungry, and unapologetic.

Jackie melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as their bodies pressed together. His hard cock pressed up against her warm and wet lips as she made him struggle a little to enter her. A playful dance of sorts played out for almost half a minute be he was able to slip his slick and throbbing head in her warmth. He let out a sigh of relief as his hands explored her curves, tracing the lines of her waist and hips with an intensity that sent shivers through her. She responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him harder, her body arching against his.

Erik broke the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against hers. "You drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

She laughed softly, a low, throaty sound that made his heart race. "Good," she said, her lips brushing against his again. "I want you crazy and unable to stop thinking of me."

Her words were a challenge he couldn't resist. He shifted, lifting her with surprising ease and standing from the couch. Jackie wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms clinging to his shoulders as he carried her toward the bed. The haze from the weed and the heat between them made everything feel surreal, like a dream they were both desperate to chase.

He laid her down gently, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her sprawled out before him. Her hair framed her face, her lips swollen from their kisses, and the soft rise and fall of her chest was mesmerizing. Erik reached out, his fingers brushing against her thigh, then trailing up to the edge of her underwear. He paused, his gaze meeting hers, seeking her approval to start again.

Jackie's smile was slow and inviting, her hips lifting slightly in silent encouragement. "What are you waiting for?" she teased, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Erik needed no more encouragement. He bent down, his lips capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss as his hands slipped under the fragile fabric, peeling it away with a tantalizing slowness. Jackie trembled beneath his touch, her breath catching as his fingers mapped out her skin, tracing patterns that sent shivers racing down her spine and curled her toes in anticipation

Jackie arched against him, her hands impatiently tugging at his shirt, a playful glint in her eye as she murmured, "Show me just how much you've missed me." Her voice was a sultry whisper, a siren call that had him lying back willingly. She kissed him with a fervor that left them both breathless before straddling herself tantalizingly above his face. Erik lifted his head, meeting her wet lips with a tender kiss that quickly grew more passionate as his tongue delved into her depths. She gasped, sinking onto him more fully, her hand reaching behind to grasp his throbbing length, squeezing gently to coax out his eager response. A triumphant thought crossed her mind, 'That's right, ladies, he's all mine.' Satisfied with his efforts, she slowly lifted herself from his face, savoring every moment.

Erik sat up, swiftly pulling his shirt over his head, and Jackie's fingers immediately danced across his chest, stoking a fire in him that refused to be tamed. He leaned in once more, capturing her lips as the world around them vanished, leaving only the two of them entwined. His release came in thick, powerful spurts, an expression of his pent-up longing that only she could evoke, as he surrendered completely to the ecstasy she brought him. In that heated moment, there was no room for guilt or doubt—only the raw, undeniable passion between them, the culmination of months of yearning finally erupting in a blissful abandon neither could resist, nor wanted to.

When the climax faded and they regained their senses she curled up to him, "It's only 9:30 and we don't have to have to be anywhere till 10. If we sleep only four hours, I figure that gives us more than eight more hours to catch up." He gave her a whimsical look as if she had planned this whole scenario out already.

Erik's whimsical look melted into a slow, mischievous smile. "Eight hours, huh? You've been scheming, haven't you?" His voice carried that low, velvety tone that always quickened Jackie's pulse.

She grinned, brushing her fingers along his chest, still slick with the evidence of their passion. "You're the one who wanted spontaneity. I'm just making sure we don't waste this... opportunity."

Vegas glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of their suite, a kaleidoscope of neon lights dancing against the dark desert sky. The faint hum of the Strip's chaos was muffled by their secluded perch high above it all. But in their little cocoon of tangled sheets and warm, naked limbs, the world outside didn't exist.

Erik shifted, the strength in his arms lifting her effortlessly onto him. Jackie gasped, her body still sensitive from their earlier fervor. He gazed up at her, his hands settling firmly on her hips. "I think we can fit a lot into those eight hours" as her hand gently massaged his balls like she owned them.

Her breath hitched as he shifted beneath her, his body already stirring with renewed need. "You're insatiable," she teased, though her voice betrayed her anticipation.

"And you love it," he countered, his grin devilish. His lips found her neck, tracing a path down to her collarbone, where he lingered, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver.

Jackie tilted her head back, giving him full access, her fingers threading through his hair as he continued his descent. The sensation of his mouth, hot and demanding, sent electricity coursing through her veins. "I'm starting to think you don't want to sleep at all," she murmured, though the breathy quality of her voice told him she didn't mean it.

"Sleep is overrated, especially around you," Erik replied, his hands sliding down her thighs. "Besides, you're the one who said we had time to catch up."

She laughed, her body arching toward him as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her stomach. "I didn't mean—oh." Her words faltered as his tongue flicked over her, teasing and deliberate.

Vegas could wait. Time itself could wait. For now, the only thing that mattered was the fire burning between them and the hours they had to stoke it.

Jackie's breath caught in her throat, her nails curling into Erik's hair as he trailed slow, deliberate kisses downward. Each flick of his tongue was exquisite torment, sending a molten ache rippling beneath her skin. She tried to pull him up, desperate for the claim of his mouth on hers, but he resisted, gripping her thighs possessively and holding her exactly where he wanted her.

"Not yet," he growled, voice roughened by desire. "You said we have eight hours. I'm in no hurry."

Her half-formed protest vanished on a gasp as he continued his teasing descent. The heat of his breath made her muscles tense and quiver, her head falling back as the world beyond their suite faded into irrelevance. All that mattered was the way he moved, how each touch of his tongue and lips coaxed new shivers from her body.

"Erik," she managed, his name emerging as something raw and pleading. She couldn't help but arch into him, every nerve sparked alight as he tightened his grip, a silent command that made her melt beneath him.

Eventually, he gave in, sliding his body along hers until his mouth captured hers in a searing, open-mouthed kiss. Her own taste lingered on his tongue, an intoxicating reminder of the power passing between them. She raked her nails down his back, pressing her hips against his with a needy impatience.

"You're intoxicating," he murmured, forehead pressed against hers, voice low and reverent. His gaze burned into her, stoking the embers of her desire until she thought she'd catch fire.

"Maybe," she shot back, a wicked smile curving her lips. "But you talk too much." In one fluid motion, she flipped their positions, straddling him, her confidence a palpable force. Her hair fell around them like a curtain as she nipped at his jawline. "Now it's my turn."

He groaned, sliding his hands over the curve of her thighs and up to her hips as she began to rock against him. "You've been in control since the moment I laid eyes on you," he admitted, voice rough and full of hunger.

Her heart skipped, a surge of pleasure racing through her at the confession. Later, they might surrender to tenderness, but right now she wanted this wild, consuming heat—wanted to lose herself in the friction of skin against skin, the taste of sweat and breathless laughter, the promise that for the next hours, nothing else would matter.

Jackie's movements grew bolder, her body stretching and molding against his as though they'd been made for each other. Erik's grip tightened on her hips, every flex of his fingers betraying how quickly he was losing himself to her rhythm. She set the pace, each rise and fall of her body pushing them both closer to a breathtaking edge.

The air around them pulsed with raw energy, their breathing ragged, their voices tangling in a symphony of pleasure. Jackie's sharp cries and Erik's low, desperate groans built into a frantic crescendo until they shattered together, clinging and trembling as the waves washed over them. In the hazy aftermath, they collapsed onto the mattress, her body still gripping him tightly, coaxing every last bit of his creamy essence. For a long, luxurious moment, neither said a word; their soft, mingled breaths and the distant hum of Vegas below were all the music they needed.

Jackie finally broke the silence, her hand drifting back between his legs to massage him with lazy curiosity. "Tell me something," she said, her voice sultry and amused. "How many times have you had to get yourself off thinking about me?" Her thumb caressed the curve of his balls, drawing a shiver from him.

He tried to sound casual, but his voice came out rough. "Too many," he admitted. "We've known each other for over a year and a half, and if I've done it two, three times a week—maybe more on occasion—that's well over two hundred times. Probably closer to three hundred." He closed his eyes, half-embarrassed to confess it.

"Mmm," Jackie purred, delight dancing in her eyes. "I like knowing you ache for me, even when you're with someone else." She leaned in for a quick kiss, her smile wicked.

Erik flushed under her scrutiny. "I shouldn't see you this often—shouldn't think of you this much—but I can't help it," he said, his voice heavy with need. "It's never the same with anyone else."

Jackie's answering grin was lazy and confident. "Good," she murmured. "Because I plan on taking full advantage of your fixation for as long as I can."

She brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, shifting her hips in a way that made him gasp softly. "So... how are we doing with our little eight-hour plan?"

Erik chuckled, his hand tracing soothing patterns along her spine. "I'd say we're making excellent progress," he teased. "Though I'm starting to suspect we might need an extension."

Her laughter was unguarded, rising in a sparkling note above the distant city sounds. "You're trouble," she said, voice playful. "Last time I had you for over a day, I left you so well-used you probably couldn't get it up for a week."

He shook his head, remembering all too well. "Try two weeks," he countered. "You ruined me. Four or five days just to recover, and over a week thinking incessantly about you." His arms tightened around her. "And I know you love doing that to me."

She raised an eyebrow, pleased with his honesty. They drifted off for a while, resting in each other's warmth, the city's neon glow still filtering through the curtains. At some point, Jackie's hand found his cock again, stroking him gently, testing his readiness. She knew him too well—knew how sensitive he became after a thorough ravishing. Even half-asleep, his body responded, hardening in her grasp with precum slowing flowing from his tip.

"You can't expect me to ignore this," she murmured mischievously when she realized he was stirring awake. Without waiting for permission, she slid down and took him into her mouth, her tongue and lips coaxing ragged moans from his throat. Just when he started to near that edge again, she mounted him, taking him deep and rolling her hips until he erupted beneath her, his voice cracking on her name.

"That's it," she purred, keeping him inside her, coaxing every drop of cum out of him as his cock continued to pulse between her warm lips. She leaned down, her chest flush against his, and he cupped her ass, then slid his hand up to cradle her back gently, as if she were something precious and deadly all at once.

With a satisfied grin, she whispered, "Now you can go back to sleep. But if you get hard again, I'm taking advantage." He drifted, caught between exhaustion and the addictive taste of her, wondering how she kept him so irrevocably enthralled.

Outside, Vegas sparkled on, relentless and unapologetic. Inside their private world, they savored these stolen hours, their bodies and minds entangled even to the morning, knowing full well that the spell they cast on each other wouldn't break anytime soon.

Erik’s phone startled him awake at five in the morning, its low hum cutting through the stillness of their bedroom. He blinked, trying to focus on the screen. It was his girlfriend calling—he’d almost forgotten she was three time zones ahead, already bright-eyed and eager to hear his voice. He cleared his throat softly, making sure not to disturb Jackie, who lay curled beside him beneath the warm sheets. But Jackie was already awake, one eye open and shimmering with quiet mischief.

At first, Jackie was irritated that someone had intruded on their morning tranquility. Yet the idea of Erik balancing a polite, innocent conversation with his distant lover while she had her way with him stirred a delicious thrill inside her. She hovered closer, pressing her bare body against his hip. He raised a finger to his lips, pleading silently for her discretion, but she only smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance.

With effortless grace, Jackie slid her hand under the covers and found his cock. It was warm and pliant, half-hard from sleep, and her gentle fingertips coaxed him to full attention. When it was full, she enjoyed he was big enough to hit the back of her throat but not so big she couldn't get her lips close to his base which she knew Erik relished. Between her kisses, licks, and throat, he swallowed hard, careful to keep his voice calm as he answered the call. He managed a pleasant, “Hey, babe,” forcing a casual tone, but beneath the blankets, Jackie’s touch had turned firmer, more deliberate. She stroked him slowly, feeling him pulse in her palm, relishing every subtle twitch

He tried shifting away, tried to position himself so he could focus on the conversation and not the dangerous heat pooling in his lower belly. But Jackie wouldn’t allow it. With a graceful swing of her leg, she straddled his thighs, trapping him where he lay. Erik’s heart hammered. He forced a strained chuckle into the phone as though something were amusing on the other end, while Jackie lowered her mouth to kiss along his chest, then his stomach, trailing soft, wet caresses that made his muscles tighten and his voice tremble.

The words coming through the receiver blurred into background noise as Jackie inched downward. His girlfriend was telling him she missed him; he muttered something in return, voice shaky, as Jackie’s mouth hovered over his straining length. He could feel her breath, warm and teasing, just before she pressed her lips softly to the tip. Erik bit down on his lip, nearly choking on his next sentence, as Jackie’s tongue flicked over his sensitive head, tasting him, savoring his quiet torment. Whenever he tried to sound serious or told his girlfriend he missed her, Jackie rewarded him with a more intense, hungry suction. She sucked him deeper, each gentle pull timed to his careful choice of words. It was intoxicating—her mouth working him so expertly while he struggled to maintain even a shred of composure. His heart thundered in his ears. He could barely remember what he was saying, only that he had to keep up appearances while Jackie took him closer to the edge.

He dug his free hand into the sheets, knuckles white, as Jackie’s determined tongue and lips tormented him. She massaged him with her mouth, taking him deeper each time he faltered. Before long, it was impossible to hold back. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, and when he could no longer resist, he paused mid-sentence, pretending to clear his throat. Instead, he gently but firmly pressed Jackie’s head down, surrendering to the molten pleasure that burst through him in hot, pulsating waves. Jackie didn’t let up. She continued sucking while massaging his balls, drawing out every last drop of his seed, every tremor, extending his struggle to keep silent. He fumbled, shifting the phone beneath the pillow to muffle any hint of his surrender. Only when he was utterly spent, breathless and tingling, did Jackie finally ease off. She released him with a triumphant, teasing grin and slid back up to meet his gaze. His eyes were wild and grateful, and he whispered some half-sensible excuse into the phone before ending the call a minute later, still panting softly, toes still curled.

With a satisfied arch of her brows, Jackie reached for the phone, flipped it off, and laid it to rest on the nightstand. "I like the way you taste, Erik" She licked off one more drop and lovingly kissed his tip before easing herself over Erik, her warm, lithe body now settling comfortably on top of him. He closed his eyes, still catching his breath, and felt her fingertips trailing lazily over his chest. For a long, silent moment, they just breathed together, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of that deliciously daring encounter. Then, as the early light spilled through the curtains, they tucked into each other and drifted into a light, blissful sleep—only an hour more, just enough time to rest before any new desires awakened between them. When Erik’s eyes fluttered open after that brief, stolen hour of rest, he discovered himself still achingly hard. The persistent throb between his legs caught him by surprise—how could he still want more after all that attention? It was like his brain had no control of that part of him anymore.

He shifted his body, carefully edging away from Jackie’s sleeping form, hoping to hide the obvious evidence of his arousal. He knew too well that if she stirred and noticed him like this, there’d be no turning back. His body hummed with lingering pleasure but also a certain sensitivity and raw tenderness; he didn’t think he could handle another round too soon but the warmth of morning sunlight and the subtle rustle of sheets had already roused Jackie. She stretched leisurely and rolled toward him, the soft brush of her body sending sparks up his spine. Her slender arm curled around his torso, fingertips tracing lazy circles on his skin. Her hand drifted downward, from his hip to the sensitive length straining beneath the covers, as if guided by instinct. Erik’s breath caught as her fingers explored him, instantly finding the slickness at his tip. He wasn’t sure if it was leftover from earlier sex or precome newly conjured by her touch. She made no distinction—she just spread it over his swollen head, each slow swirl a delicate torment that left him trembling.

“Still so hard,” she teased softly, voice thick with sleepy satisfaction. Erik groaned, unable to form a clever excuse. Each gentle stroke sent a lightning bolt of sensation through him, pleasant yet nearly painful in its intensity. He was raw, overstimulated, and utterly helpless against her careful ministrations.

Before long, Jackie seized gentle control. She slipped a hand around his length with more confidence, and as they kissed, her tongue tangling softly with his, she guided him onto his back. Erik’s heart pounded. He clung to the kiss, savoring the taste of her mouth. For a moment, he almost forgot the urgent heat and sensitivity in his cock—almost. But Jackie knew exactly how to keep him on edge, her grip firm and slow, gliding up and down until his shaft shone with his own slick desire. He tried not to think too much about sex, tried to just focus on her lips, the warmth of her body, the faint scent of her hair in the morning air. He knew that if he showed even the tiniest hint of enthusiasm, she’d push him further, and yet his body betrayed him. He was hard—so impossibly hard—and there was no hiding it from her.

Jackie, meanwhile, was becoming increasingly wet herself. She felt that familiar heat between her legs, the ache of wanting him inside again, no matter how sore she might be. With a determined sigh of longing, she straddled him, her eyes drifting closed as she guided him into her. Caught up in the moment, he wanted her to feel a little like he did and punish her. He rolled her on her side and frustratingly pounded her wettness hoping she would beg him to stop but she liked the attention and the pain. Dizzy with pleasure and modest pain he was starting to reach climax again. "Yes, fuck me hard and fill me with your cum for sucking you off while talking to your gf." The sensations throughout his body were so intense even though his load was much smaller than the others she took as she watched him struggle.....the pounding, shifting to deep and slow grinding. This made her gasp softly—this was exactly what she’d craved, and though the tenderness of their recent exertions lingered, it only made the friction more electrifying. The bed creaked softly under their slow, languid movements. Morning sex had always been her secret delight, and having him deeply planted in her, so responsive, was pure bliss.

Her climax came by surprise, soon after. Maybe it was his subtle moans, the scent of sex filling the room, or the perfect glide of his body within hers. She shuddered and tightened around him, head falling back in pleasure. But even in the glow of that release, she wasn’t done. Jackie wanted more. She wanted something different this time, a deeper, more decadent stimulation.

She reached over to the nightstand, rummaging in a small satin bag until her fingertips found what she sought. Producing a short, stubby vibrator, she flicked it on, and the quiet hum filled the silence between their gasps. With careful precision, she slipped it into her tight, beckoning rear. The sudden, gentle stretch of the toy and its vibrations sent new waves of sensation radiating through her body—and through Erik’s cock as well.

He felt the tremors instantly. The buzzing pressure against her body translated into a subtle, maddening vibration along his shaft, making his already sensitive cock twitch and swell with dizzying intensity even though it wasn't possible to come, torn between pleasure and overstimulation. Each movement Jackie made, each rise and fall of her hips, each subtle shift of the toy inside her, created a chain reaction of pulses and tightening muscle contractions that he could feel gripping him like a velvet fist.

As she continued riding, her moans grew richer, and deeper. Erik realized she was careening toward another orgasm far sooner than he thought possible. The vibration, the snug heat of her body, and the sight of Jackie’s head thrown back in pleasure drove him to more aggressively shift her hips, excited to see her reach climax.

The sudden, forceful aggression with both orifices properly stretched, sent the right combination of sensations hitting all at once, triggering an orgasm that crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her cry out softly as her muscles quaked around him. The pleasure was nearly too much, and by the time she eased off, switched the vibrator off, and gently withdrew it, both of them were utterly spent.

Breathing heavily, Jackie collapsed onto Erik’s broad chest. The two of them lay there, hearts thudding, skin glistening with sweat, filled with a blissful exhaustion that made movement seem impossible. Minutes passed in silence and soft breathing, the morning light casting a golden glow over their tangled limbs. It would be a good ten minutes or more before either could muster the energy to shift, to speak, or to consider anything outside the warm, sated comfort of each other’s arms.

After basking in the warmth of their shared passion, Jackie rose with a languid elegance, her skin still radiant from their encounter. Casting a sultry glance over her shoulder, she beckoned him with a voice as smooth as silk, "Come shower with me." Erik, still flushed and catching his breath, began to mumble a protest about joining her later. Jackie simply arched an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with playful challenge. "It's huge," she teased, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Plenty of room for both of us."

Feigning nonchalance, Erik suggested she wait a moment for him to recover, but Jackie was never one to indulge in waiting. With a mischievous glint, she reached down, her fingers gently cradling and tugging at his sensitive skin. The teasing touch sent a thrill through Erik's body. "If you're not on your feet in the next second," she purred, her voice a seductive promise, "I'll worship you with my mouth until you're begging me to stop."

That was all the motivation Erik needed. With a sharp intake of breath, he stood, irresistibly drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Jackie's eyes sparkled with victory as she led him into the steam-filled bathroom. Inside, the warm water cascaded over sleek tiles, enveloping them in a steamy embrace that promised to wash away any lingering fatigue.

As Jackie stepped into the shower, letting the water caress her curves, a secret smile played on her lips, hidden by the cascade of her hair. The night before had been unforgettable, and the morning's slow, intimate dance had left her skin tingling with fresh anticipation. Now, the prospect of a long, indulgent shower—filled with slick bodies, whispered desires, and the sweet aftermath of their passion—had her biting her lip in anticipation. Erik sat on the raised tiles at the end of the shower, watching as Jackie luxuriated in the warm water. Unwrapping a bar of specialty soap, he lathered his hands, spreading the suds from her hips down to her feet—an affectionate gesture that made her heart swell. He surprised her by pressing soft kisses to each cheek, eliciting a delighted smile. With a playful glint, she murmured, "I think you missed a spot."

"Did I?" he asked, still holding her hips, waiting for her cue. She spread her ass, revealing her desire. It was peculiar how he always felt compelled to fulfill her whims. Leaning in, he kissed her exposed spot with a tenderness that sent shivers through her entire body. This attention was more than just physical—it was intimate, a part of him that she knew was reserved only for her and needed to be cherished.

Jackie turned, straddling his lap, capturing his lips in a kiss that was less about lust and more about the deep connection they shared. For both, this moment transcended mere physical attraction; it was an exploration of the bond that was both intense and inexplicably profound. They held each other in the steamy cocoon, reveling in the intimacy that was theirs alone, a connection that was hard to define but easy to feel.

As they dressed for the final day of the conference, the anticipation of one last rendezvous before their flights hung between them like a promise. Jackie, completely absorbed by Erik's presence, barely noticed the flurry of texts from a man she had recently spent time with. Slightly irritated by his apparent neediness, she sent a curt reply, dismissing him as a mere dinner companion rather than a serious contender for her affection.

By 12:30, the conference was winding down, and with a mutual glance, indicating they decided to seize the remaining hours together. Once inside her hotel room, urgency took over; the door barely clicked shut before their clothes were discarded in a frenzied trail. "Let's savor this view together," Jackie suggested, gesturing towards the sprawling Vegas strip from 49 floors up. She laid towels across the couch, straddling Erik and kissing him languidly as if time were theirs to command. Erik closed his eyes, feeling his sensitive desire stir once more. "I'm not sure I can handle another round, let alone find release," he confessed breathlessly. Jackie merely smiled, easing herself onto him, enveloping him completely. "That's alright, let's just relax and enjoy the view—and each other."

In a slow, sensual dance, they embraced the yab yum position, exploring a deeper, tantric connection. Nearly two hours passed in a haze of gentle touches, intense eye contact, and soft kisses that sent electric currents through their bodies. Jackie rocked slowly, watching Erik's pleasure crest. "That's it, Erik," she encouraged, her gaze locked with his. As he responded, his grip on her hips tightened, his face nestling into her chest. Jackie seized his chin, drawing him back to meet her eyes, still moving rhythmically. "Say it, Erik," she commanded. He hesitated, then moaned as she increased her pace, grinding insistently against him. As he surrendered, filling her once more, he gasped her name, "Jackie... Jackie... fuck, Jackie....ok" She slowed, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "Mine, whether you like it or not," she declared.

With deliberate slowness, Jackie slipped off him, her movements a sensual dance as she slid her panties back on, relishing the thought of carrying his essence with her. Before Erik dressed, she applied fresh lipstick, leaving crimson imprints of her kisses on his balls and cock. It was a daring game they played, but Jackie reveled in marking him in more ways than one. The danger only added to the thrill, a delicious reminder of their connection that went beyond mere physicality. As Erik pulled on his clothes, he wore her marks with a mixture of pride and anticipation, knowing the memory of their time together would linger long after they went their separate ways. Jackie watched him with a satisfied glint in her eyes, enjoying the power of their shared secret and the promise of future encounters.

Erik got dressed, covering her reminders of affection and headed off with her to get an Uber. When they arrived at the airport, they split up to their respective flights as he was heading off to FL. Perhaps it was good they were not traveling together but he knew it was only a matter of time before he was craving her again.

Jackie boarded her plane and got another message from the same guy earlier saying he wanted to see her. She let out a low-key chuckle thinking the guy would change his mind if he knew she had Erik's come in every key part of her. Some of which, was making her panties wet and rubbing just enough to keep her turned on.

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A week had passed with Jackie and Erik communicating more since their trip to Vegas. It was exciting to bask in each other's attention again, planning weekly meet-ups whenever Erik was nearby. Their encounters varied from innocent lunch dates filled with flirtatious banter to more risqué escapades in secluded hotel stairwells. Erik favored the top floor of the stairwell, where privacy was guaranteed, and he could release his pent-up frustrations. Jackie relished the thrill of these clandestine meetings, occasionally letting him finish on her bare ass, carrying the evidence of their passion into her daily life at the office.

After one particularly intense rendezvous, Erik had filled her twice before catching a flight back to Florida. Jackie found herself consumed by thoughts of him, her longing growing even as she prepared to meet her friends for the evening. Her phone buzzed with messages from her persistent admirer, to whom she finally replied, dismissing his advances. Desperate, he offered to do anything she wished, and in a moment of teasing, she would only sit on his face. To her surprise, he agreed eagerly, prompting her to pay a brief visit to his condo before her night out.

Upon arrival, he greeted her with enthusiasm, and she welcomed the distraction, hoping it might ease her obsession with Erik. Yet, as she settled onto his face, her mind wandered back to Erik, imagining it was him beneath her. The fantasy heightened her arousal, and as she neared climax, she pulled him closer, commanding him to savor every drop. Her release came with vivid imagery of Erik, fueling her pleasure as the man beneath her dutifully cleaned up the thick wetness with his tongue.

In the aftermath, she flashed a mischievous smile and asked how she tasted, to which he nodded, expressing delight. She leaned down, kissing him with fervor, tasting the mixture of her essence and Erik's lingering on his tongue and lips. "That's all you get tonight," she declared, leaving him hard and frustrated. Ignoring his demands for reciprocation, she made her exit, unfazed by his parting words of frustration. As she walked away, she taunted him with a playful retort about his unexpected taste for semen, leaving him in bewilderment.

Driving off, Jackie felt a mix of relief and dissatisfaction. The encounter had been a temporary distraction, but her longing for Erik remained. She resisted the urge to text him goodnight, respecting the unspoken rules between them. A twinge of sadness crept in as she contemplated the boundaries of their arrangement, but she hoped a night out with friends might offer the distraction she needed. Despite the evening's events, Erik lingered at the edges of her thoughts, an undeniable pull she couldn't shake.

As Jackie arrived at the bar to meet her friends, she forced a bright smile, determined to focus on the company of old friends rather than the man who had captured her thoughts. Laughter and lively conversation filled the night, gradually easing her preoccupations. Yet, even amidst the noise and camaraderie, there was an undercurrent of longing, a quiet yearning for Erik that she knew would resurface as soon as the night ended. The thrill of their secret encounters had created an unspoken bond, leaving her to wonder what the future held for them. For now, she would enjoy the present, the thrill of their illicit connection, and the tantalizing uncertainty of what was to come.