The grand wooden doors creaked open as Mira and Jerry stepped into their private villa. The soft sound of waves crashing nearby blended with the distant rustle of palm leaves. Four staff members awaited inside—two elegant female attendants and two sharply dressed security men—lined up, all bowing in unison.
"Welcome, and congratulations, newlyweds!" they chimed in sweet harmony.
Jerry blinked in surprise and leaned toward Mira. "Mira," she whispered, her voice full of disbelief. "You made the mistake again?"
Mira gave her an apologetic look, eyes wide, lips pursed. "I… was going to fix it," she mumbled, starting toward the staff. "Actually, we're not—"
But Jerry caught her wrist, tugged her close, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Yeah," she said smoothly, facing the staff. "Thanks. We hope you guys give us some privacy."
The group giggled softly, and Mira stared at Jerry, stunned.
"Right, wifey?" Jerry added with a smirk.
Mira's cheeks burned pink. "Y-yeah…" she stammered, trying not to let her knees give out under that teasing gaze.
Inside their bedroom, Mira stepped in first and gasped.
The space was draped in soft candlelight, flickering warm shadows over walls lined with red roses. The air was rich with the scent of petals and jasmine, floating like a dream.
Jerry stepped in behind her and wrapped her arms around Mira's waist, pressing a kiss to her neck. "You did all this?" she murmured.
"I-I wanted it to be romantic… but not this intense," Mira admitted.
"I love it," Jerry whispered, tightening the hug. "I love you." Then a cheeky growl: "Are you ready?"
Mira blushed and turned to face her. "First, go wash up," she said softly, taking Jerry's hands.
"Alright," Jerry nodded, giving her a playful wink as she peeled off her T-shirt and shorts, tossing them aside casually. Mira watched with a gulp as Jerry strutted to the bathroom.
While Mira headed to freshen up next, Jerry stood alone in the room, breathing in the rose-scented air. Her mood shifted fast—it wasn't just romantic, it was dangerously hot. The combination of the sea breeze, soft lighting, and Mira's scent had her entire body buzzing.
Jerry wandered to the balcony for some air. The moonlight spilled over the sea like liquid silver. But then—her eyes landed on the neighboring villa.
And someone was standing there.
A woman.
Completely naked.
Jerry's eyes widened, and she turned away instantly.
"What the—?" she muttered, flustered. "Nope, not my problem, not tonight."
She shook her head just as she heard soft footsteps behind her.
When she turned around, her breath caught in her throat.
There Mira stood—hair damp, cascading in waves, wearing a white bathrobe loosely tied around her waist. She looked like a goddess who had just stepped out of a fantasy. Her eyes sparkled as she dried her hair with a towel, unaware of the effect she had on Jerry.
But then, with deliberate slowness, Mira untied the robe… and let it fall.
Jerry's heart slammed against her chest.
A black silk nightdress clung to Mira's curves like it had been painted on. It was thin, nearly sheer, whispering promises Jerry could barely handle. Every inch of Mira screamed temptation.
Mira walked toward her, slow and deliberate, hips swaying. She turned slightly, brushing her hips lightly against Jerry's thigh, teasing her.
Jerry snapped.
"F**k, baby… you want to kill me tonight?" she growled, grabbing Mira's wrist and spinning her into her arms. "Do you know what you do to me?"
Mira smirked. "Only you get to feel it, hubby."
That did it.
Jerry lifted her and carried her to the bed, laying her down like she was the most precious thing on earth. She hovered above her, eyes dark and hungry. "You're mine tonight," Jerry whispered.
"Only yours," Mira breathed, pulling her closer.
And then their lips met—hungry, slow, explosive.
Clothes melted away.
Hands explored.
Bodies tangled under the soft candlelight.
Jerry leaned closer, her lips brushing Mira's ear as she whispered, "You said I can do it in any position, yeah?"
Mira could barely nod, her breath shaky. "Y-Yeah…" she moaned, already trembling under Jerry's heated gaze.
Jerry's lips curved into a wicked smirk. "Okay, then."
Without hesitation, Jerry worshipped every inch of Mira's body with her lips, trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck, across her chest, and lower. She took her time, sucking and nibbling along Mira's breasts until Mira was arching, gasping, calling her name in broken moans.
"J-Jerry—ahh—"
"Hmm?" Jerry hummed against her skin, slowly making her way down. Her voice came dark and smooth.
"Spread them for me, baby."
Mira obeyed with a shaky gasp, parting her legs, eyes glazed with desire. "Jerry…"
"Good wifey," Jerry praised, eyes locked with hers as she lowered herself and licked slowly, deliberately, right at the center.
Mira's cry echoed around the rose-scented room.
Jerry didn't hold back. One hand gripped Mira's wrist pinned above her head, the other braced against her thigh as she devoured her with hunger, devotion, and possessive love.
Mira's toes curled. She rubbed her feet on the bed, hips shaking, back arching, voice hoarse with moans. "Jerry… more… I—ahh!"
As Mira reached her peak, body trembling, Jerry slowly lifted herself, kissed her thigh, then her belly, then her lips—tasting her, loving her.
But she wasn't done.
Jerry gently turned Mira around, lips brushing the back of her neck. "Let's try something new."
Mira, breathless and flushed, only nodded.
Jerry kissed her spine, took one of Mira's legs and lifted it up, wrapping it around her wrist, entering her from behind with steady, deep strokes.
Mira cried out, gripping the edge of the bed for balance, while her free hand reached back to cup Jerry's face where it rested near her neck.
"F-Faster," she moaned.
Jerry's grip tightened around her wrist and waist. She began thrusting harder, the bed creaking beneath them. Skin against skin, the heat of the candles, the ocean breeze—it was all overwhelming.
When Mira finished again, her body slumped into Jerry's arms, trembling.
But Jerry wasn't done yet.
She scooped Mira into her lap and sat down at the edge of the bed, eyes burning with desire. "Ride me," she whispered, voice hoarse with need. "I want to see you like this…"
Mira blushed, eyes wide, cheeks pink and glowing. "Jerry…"
"Look at how beautiful you are," Jerry said, her gaze dipping lower, watching as Mira slowly sank down onto her. "Just like that. How do I feel, baby?"
Mira whimpered, fingers trailing along Jerry's shoulders. "You fill me so deep… Jerry…"
Their rhythm matched, skin slick with sweat and love, Jerry's hands roaming her wife's body. Mira arched her back, her long hair cascading like silk as her hips moved in slow, sinful waves.
Jerry couldn't take it anymore.
With one swift motion, she stood—Mira still wrapped around her, still connected. Jerry held her tight and began thrusting again, fast and hard, standing tall with Mira clinging to her, moaning helplessly.
"J-Jerry—It's—ahh—I'm—!"
"Come for me," Jerry growled, her voice a low command.
Mira's scream was muffled against Jerry's shoulder as her body convulsed, falling over the edge one last time—harder than before.
And then… silence.
Jerry looked down at her.
Mira had fallen asleep in her arms, breath shallow but peaceful, hugging Jerry as if she were her whole world.
Jerry kissed her forehead, cradling her close.
"I love you," she whispered, eyes softening. "More than you'll ever know."