The scent of fresh coffee stirred Mira from her deep slumber. Her lashes fluttered, and the first thing she felt was warmth—intense, lingering warmth—centered between her legs. She looked down sleepily and blinked at the warm water bag resting there.
Her breath hitched.
Then her eyes wandered to the faint red marks scattered along her thighs, her hips, her chest. Each one a kiss from last night, a bite, a memory.
God… Jerry…
Mira bit her lip and blushed hard, sinking back into the pillow. She remembered bits of last night—her wild ride, Jerry's firm hands, the way she had begged, cried out, moaned Jerry's name again and again… and then how she'd passed out in Jerry's arms while Jerry was still going.
She winced, rubbing her temple. Did I really black out while she was still inside me?
Mira turned her head to the side and froze.
By the open window, Jerry stood shirtless in her boxers, sipping coffee, hair tousled, the morning light kissing her golden skin. She looked like a painting—strong shoulders, back muscles flexing as she took a slow sip, gaze lost in the sea.
Mira's heart fluttered.
Quietly, she walked up behind her, arms reaching to hug her.
"Don't you dare hug me," Jerry said without turning.
Mira froze in her steps, stunned.
She pouted, grabbing the hem of Jerry's shirt like a little kid. "J-Jerry…"
Jerry finally turned, one brow raised. "You know what you did last night?"
Mira dropped her head, voice soft and childish. "Sowwy…"
Jerry leaned closer.
"But my hubby's the one who made me like that," Mira whispered, "My hubby f–ked me so hard I couldn't even finish…"
Jerry's smirk was pure danger. "So what, Mira? If you can't handle me… should I try someone else who can?"
Mira's eyes sharpened instantly. Her fingers wrapped around Jerry's collar. "You dare—"
Jerry leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Kidding. I'd die before letting anyone else even breathe near me."
Mira let out a tiny, breathy laugh and turned, but Jerry caught her waist, pulling her back.
"Ahhmm…" Jerry inhaled against her neck. "I love this smell… after we make out. You smell like me. Like us."
Mira giggled, cheeks pink. "Jerry—"
"Last night," Jerry whispered huskily, "When my goddess rode me… oh god, Mira, that view—I almost fainted."
"Jerry!" Mira squealed, face blazing red.
Jerry grinned and leaned down to grab her wrist again, but Mira quickly shoved her hand between Jerry's legs, stopping her.
"Control it, hubby," she teased. "Save it for next time."
Jerry hissed under her breath. "You evil little devil…"
Mira winked and walked off to the shower, laughing.
Later, after a delicious breakfast, the two were on the beach. Jerry lounged under a big umbrella in sunglasses, watching Mira with a soft smirk as she built a sandcastle in a black bikini. Her skin glowed, her laugh sparkled, and her every move teased Jerry's restraint.
Just then, she appeared.
A familiar woman approached Mira. Slender. Tall. Bold smile.
"Hey," the woman said. "I'm May. Here with my husband."
Mira smirked. "Oh, I'm also—" she glanced at Jerry and grinned, "here with mine."
Jerry recognized her instantly. The girl from the other villa. The one who stood fully naked last night, staring at Jerry like prey.
May looked at Jerry now, her gaze hungry. Jerry kept cool.
They greeted May's husband—a friendly, polite man. But the vibe was off. Jerry could feel the woman's eyes undressing her.
Mira excused herself to use the restroom. Jerry crouched next to the sandcastle, fixing the little "queen's tower" Mira had sculpted.
May came and sat beside her. Too close.
"Hey, handsome," she purred, voice low. "You're more attractive than my man."
Jerry didn't respond.
"I heard your wife last night," she continued, licking her lips. "Are you really that wild in bed?"
Jerry turned slightly. "Fortunately, I didn't hear yours. Is he that bad?"
May chuckled. "Not bad. Just… soft. I like your style better."
Jerry gave a warning smile. "This service is for my wife only."
May leaned closer. "So think of me as your wife too. You can f–k me until I collapse. I won't stop you."
She touched her finger to her inner thigh, signaled between her legs… and then casually stood and walked away.
What May didn't know?
Mira had seen the whole thing.
She had set Jerry's phone on a live call just before going to the restroom.
She had heard everything.
Later that evening, Jerry returned to their villa. Mira sat by the bed, facing the window, arms crossed.
"Mira? You didn't come back to the beach—"
"I'm sorry for last night," Mira said quickly, still not looking at her. "But I promise next time… I'll give you my all."
Jerry walked to her, cupping her face. "What are you saying? You gave me everything. You let me go wild for four hours… that's not a small thing, baby."
Mira blinked up at her, heart softening.
Jerry kissed her forehead. "Thank you for handling me."
But Mira wasn't done. She grabbed Jerry's phone and hit play.
Jerry's eyes widened.
Mira slowly smiled. "So, hubby… am I still the only one who gets your services?"
Jerry swallowed. "Baby, listen, I—"
Mira stepped close, wrapped her arms around Jerry's neck, and whispered, "Don't worry. I trust you. But now… it's my turn to mark you."
Jerry smirked. "Oh?"
"Get ready," Mira whispered hotly. "Tonight, I ride you until you beg."
Jerry groaned. "F–k… I love you so much."
The villa air was heavy with heat, silence only broken by the soft crashing waves outside. Mira stepped out of the bathroom, cheeks flushed from the steamy water, wearing nothing but a white silk robe that clung to her curves. She walked toward Jerry, lips parting to speak, but Jerry raised a brow and cut her off with a grin.
"I let you ride me last night, baby," Jerry said, voice low and playful. "Now it's my turn."
Mira smirked. "I was gonna say I want to ride you again tonight…"
Jerry chuckled darkly and stood from the bed, the towel wrapped around her hips falling to the floor in one smooth motion.
Completely bare.
She stepped toward the bed, sitting on the edge like a king taking her throne—legs spread slightly, confident, inviting.
Mira's eyes widened slightly, heart skipping at the sight of her toned thighs, the powerful calm in Jerry's posture, and that unmistakable heat in her gaze.
Jerry looked down at her, lips curled. "Not like that, princess. You want me? Come eat me first."
Mira froze.
"Can I?" she asked, voice trembling with desire. "I mean… really?"
Jerry gave a single nod, cool and collected. "Last time, I stopped you. I wasn't ready. But now?" She opened her legs wider, voice husky. "Now it's yours, Mira. Come take it."
Mira's breath hitched. Her knees hit the floor in front of Jerry like instinct, eyes locked on Jerry's glistening skin. She slid her hands up Jerry's thighs slowly, teasing her inner skin with light kisses.
Jerry leaned back on her palms, watching, eyes half-lidded. "It's all yours, baby."
Mira smirked like a hungry lioness. She ran her tongue up Jerry's inner thigh, feeling the tremble under her mouth. Then she kissed closer, closer… until her tongue found Jerry's most sensitive point.
Jerry's head fell back instantly, a deep moan leaving her throat. "F*ck… Mira…"
Mira didn't stop—she kissed and sucked, licked and circled, taking her time, enjoying every gasp Jerry gave her
Jerry brought one hand to the back of Mira's head, not forcing, just caressing. "Eat, baby… it's yours."
Mira looked up, her eyes blazing, tongue flicking faster now. "You taste so good…"
Jerry couldn't hold back anymore—her back arched, thighs trembling. Her voice broke into raw gasps. "God—Mira—you're… so good at this…"
Mira didn't stop until Jerry came with a deep groan, shaking against her grip.
Breathing hard, Jerry leaned forward, pulled Mira up, and crushed their lips together in a hot, messy kiss.
"You're incredible," she whispered against her mouth. "Now lay back."
Mira blinked, breathless. "W-Why?"
Jerry grinned wickedly and stood, opening a drawer near the bed. She strapped on her black toy slowly, eyes never leaving Mira's.
"Because now I'm gonna return the favor."
Mira's heart skipped. "You're gonna…?"
Jerry pushed her gently onto the bed, Mira landing with a soft gasp. Jerry climbed over her, hovering above with wild energy in her eyes.
"I let you ride me," she whispered, mouth brushing Mira's ear. "Now… let me ruin you."