Her hips were rolling slow.
Smooth. Sinful.
Not quite letting me in, not quite letting me go.
Just enough pressure to make me shake.
My hands were on her waist — tight, desperate — trying to either pull her down or push her off.
Neither happened.
Lila's lips brushed my ear.
"You feel like you're going to explode again," she whispered, her breath hot and teasing.
"Then let me," I hissed, straining beneath her.
She giggled, deliberately grinding down, her slick heat sliding over my length without letting me enter.
"Mmm… but I'm having so much fun keeping you right here…"
And that's when—
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Eli?" my dad's voice echoed through the hallway. "Everything okay in there?"
We both froze.
Lila bit her lip and covered her mouth to stifle a laugh — all while still on top of me, skin to skin, her thighs wide around my hips.
"Yeah," I called, my voice an octave too high. "All good!"
Lila leaned in and moaned against my throat — soft, on purpose — while Dad stood right outside my room.
"I heard noises," Dad said. "Are you watching something?"
> You have no idea, I thought, sweat dripping down my temple.
"Just a… YouTube video," I said. "Late night stuff. Couldn't sleep."
Lila kissed my neck. Slowly. Wetly.
Then bit it.
I nearly threw her off me.
"Alright," Dad said. "Keep it down, okay? And maybe get some air tomorrow."
"Yup," I gasped. "Air. Got it."
We held our breath until his footsteps retreated.
Then silence.
Then Lila collapsed against my chest, shaking with laughter.
"Oh my god," she giggled, breathless. "You looked like you were about to die."
"I was!" I hissed. "You were naked, grinding on me, and he was right there!"
She leaned up, grinning, completely unbothered — her body still pressed to mine, my cock still painfully hard and twitching between us.
"He didn't see anything," she said innocently. "Besides, you were quiet…"
She paused.
"Mostly."
---
Then she did something worse.
She stopped moving.
Didn't get off.
Didn't help me finish.
Just sat there. Naked. Gorgeous. Calm.
"So anyway," she said sweetly, "I've been meaning to ask…"
I blinked. "What?"
"Do you believe in soulmates?"
My jaw dropped.
"Lila, I'm inside you."
"Not inside inside," she corrected, rolling her hips lightly. "Just… resting. No thrusting. So technically, we're good."
> Technically, I thought, dying.
Then she cupped my cheeks with her hands and smiled down at me like this was pillow talk after an innocent cuddle.
"I think you and I are synced," she said softly. "Like… cosmically aligned."
"I'm cosmically hard right now," I muttered.
She giggled and ignored me.
"Your energy feels… delicious. Like I was born to devour you."
I groaned.
"Can we not say 'devour' while your boobs are in my face?"
"You like my boobs in your face."
She bounced a little.
My hips bucked.
She moaned — not from pleasure, but from the fun of watching me unravel.
"Tell me, Eli," she whispered, trailing a fingertip down my chest. "When you jerk off… do you think about me?"
I shut my eyes. "Lila—"
"Do you imagine me on my knees, or on your bed, or…" she paused, hips circling just enough to make me twitch again, "...bent over your desk?"
"All of the above," I admitted, hoarse.
She gasped, mock-offended. "You dirty boy."
"You're naked on top of me!"
"I said mock-offended," she said, laughing. "Relax. I love that you want me."
Then she leaned down again — hair falling around us like a curtain — and brushed her lips against mine.
"But you don't get to come yet."
I whimpered.
"Why?"
"Because," she whispered, licking my bottom lip, "I'm still talking."
---
And she did.
She talked. For twenty straight minutes.
About the weather.
About how boring high school was.
About how my shampoo smelled like pine and sex.
About her dreams. Her past. Her cravings. Her favorite positions.
All while sitting on me.
All while letting her slick folds tease me.
All while my cock stood up like a begging dog under her heat.
And she never moved enough to finish it.
---
By the time she climbed off, I was shaking.
Literally.
And then she kissed my forehead.
"Goodnight, Eli."
She got up — slow, casual — and walked across the room like it wasn't insane to leave me there, throbbing and soaked with precum.
She opened the door.
Paused.
Looked over her shoulder.
"Tomorrow," she said, voice low and dark and promising, "I'll let you come inside me."
She winked.
"Maybe."
And then she left.