Eliška — Four Ways I Was Undone

Eliška — Part III

Obey. Ache. Bloom.

The Exchange

Eliška shifted her body, reversing our positions with surprising strength for someone laughing under her breath. She straddled my hips, hair falling in wild curls around her face, eyes dark with the kind of intent that made my stomach flip and my thighs part on instinct.

“You taste like sin,” she murmured, kissing me again, slower this time—deep, claiming, tasting the last of her orgasm on my lips.

Her hands ran down my sides, fingertips tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips, the inside of my thighs. She moved with curiosity and hunger—like she wanted to learn me by touch alone.

When her fingers slid between my legs, my breath broke.

“Oh—Eliška—”

She inhaled sharply at how wet I already was. “God, you’re soaked,” she whispered, awe dripping into her voice. “Is that… from me?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation, the truth spilling out like heat. “All you.”

Something primal sparked behind her eyes.

She kissed down my neck, slow and deliberate, her breath warm against my skin. Every inch she passed over tingled. Every place her mouth touched felt like it was being claimed—marked—not possessively, but reverently.

Her hand cupped the back of my knee and lifted my leg, opening me wider beneath her. My pulse thudded low and hard.

She kissed lower—between my breasts, across my stomach—kissing like she was savouring every reaction, every shiver, every sharp inhale that betrayed how close I already was.

When her mouth reached my inner thigh, I felt my hips twitch toward her.

“You want me here?” she whispered, lips brushing the sensitive skin.

“Yes.”

Barely a word—more breath than sound.

She didn’t tease long.

Her mouth pressed to me, hot and soft, and my entire body arched up off the bed. The first stroke of her tongue—slow, long, intentional—sent a shockwave rolling through every nerve.

“Fuck—” I gasped, hand flying to her hair.

She moaned into me, the vibration making my thighs tighten around her shoulders.

She did not rush.

She explored.

Long, slow licks.

A gentle suck that made my back arch and my breath break.

A circle of her tongue that drew a helpless sound from my throat.

She pulled back only a moment to look up at me—eyes heavy-lidded, lips glistening.

“You’re beautiful like this,” she said softly, reverently. “Open. Wet. Needing.”

My whole body shuddered.

She lowered her mouth again, sealing her lips around me and sucking—deep, slow, perfect.

I cried out—too loud, too raw—and heard the hallway react.

A shuffle.

A murmur.

A low, collective exhale.

But it didn’t pull me out of the moment.

It pushed me deeper in.

Eliška’s fingers slid into me at the exact same time she sucked harder, and my hips jerked up into her mouth helplessly.

“Oh god—Eliška—yes—”

Her rhythm was devastating—mouth and hand working together, perfect pressure, perfect depth, finding the exact spot that made my whole body light up.

My breaths turned into sharp, ragged gasps.

Her free hand held my hip down, steadying me as my body tried to escape the intensity.

“You’re so close,” she whispered against me, breath hot.

“Come for me.”

The command went off inside me like a detonator.

My orgasm rushed through me with brutal, exquisite force—my thighs locking around her, my nails digging into the sheets, my voice spilling out in a long, breaking cry I couldn’t have stopped if I tried.

She held me steady through it—mouth still on me, fingers deep inside as I pulsed and clenched around her, body shaking uncontrollably under the waves.

I came hard.

Too hard.

The kind that empties you out and fills you at the same time.

When the final tremor passed, she kissed her way up my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, slow and affectionate—like she was coming down from the high with me.

Then she curled over me and kissed me, soft and messy and grateful, whispering:

“God… you’re incredible.”

My whole body was humming—heavy, warm, boneless.

And we lay there tangled together, breath mingling, hearts racing, the taste of each other still on our lips.

We lay tangled together for a long moment, the kind of silence that feels thick and golden, filled with nothing but breath and heartbeat and the slow return of gravity. My legs still trembled with the aftershocks; hers occasionally brushed mine in that lazy, post-orgasmic spasm that made both of us laugh softly into each other’s skin.

Eliška traced her fingers down my stomach—absentminded, reverent, almost shy now that the frenzy had cracked open into something softer.

“You’re…” she whispered, eyes warm. “God, Jules, you’re just—”

She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to. Her smile said everything.

I brushed a curl from her cheek, kissed her once—slow, gentle, grateful.

“Shower?” I murmured.

— End Part III —

Obey. Ache. Bloom.