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I could hear her breath hitch, her hand tightening around my cock as she began to climax. She was lost in her own ecstasy, her focus so intense that I had to cover her hand with mine to keep her from slowing down. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her mouth hanging slightly open as her orgasm washed over her, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.
When she finally regained her composure, she resumed jerking me with renewed vigor, causing me to gasp as I fought to keep my eyes on the road. Her free hand darted to the small tissue dispenser in the door, preparing for the inevitable.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a sharp intake of breath, I came, my body tensing as she skillfully managed to contain the mess, keeping my shorts clean.
"That was delicious," Erika said with a satisfied grin. "I should’ve sucked you."
"Now you tell me?" I replied, a mixture of frustration and amusement in my voice.
My parents' home loomed grand and pristine, its white facade accented by towering pillars that stretched from the porch deck to the roof. The front garden was a burst of color, with my mother’s roses in full bloom—vibrant reds, soft pinks, sunny yellows, and crisp whites framed the house, while the freshly graded pea gravel crunched beneath the SUV's tires.
As I pulled in, the sky darkened with storm clouds, their arrival earlier than expected. A few fat raindrops splattered against the windshield just as we stepped out. I hurried to the back, opening the hatch to grab the suitcases before the heavens unleashed their full fury. We dashed under the porch’s overhang, narrowly avoiding the deluge.
"Just in time," Erika said, her arms slipping around my waist, her body warm against mine.
"Ready to see Casa de Elliott?" I asked, glancing down at her.
She smiled, her eyes bright with curiosity. "Absolutely. The outside is gorgeous."
"My mom’s got a gardener to keep the roses in top shape," I said, catching the faint, sweet scent of the blossoms as the wind picked up.
"They smell amazing," she remarked.
A jagged bolt of lightning sliced through the sky as I fished the keys out of my pocket. My parents had recently renovated the home, but they’d kept its original charm, preserving the dark wood accents that gave it character. I flicked on the lights as we entered, and the massive crystal chandelier above us sparkled to life. Erika's eyes widened, taking in the grandeur.
"Fantastic," she breathed. "I bet this place could easily sell for twelve million."
"Fifteen," I corrected with a grin. "We’re right on the water."
She let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "I’d like to freshen up before you give me the full tour."
"Follow me," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom just off the foyer. It was one of nine full baths in the house, all designed by my father, who’d insisted on light granites, neutral tiles, and fixtures that blended seamlessly with the soft beige walls. The foyer bathroom was no exception—almond granite countertops and understated elegance at every turn. Erika checked her hair in the full wall mirror over the vanity before washing her hands.
"You’re gorgeous, as always," I commented, leaning against the doorframe.
She gave me a playful look. "Are you going to watch me pee?"
"Tempting," I said with a smirk, "but I’ll give you some privacy."
I backed away, closing the heavy wooden door behind me. With Erika occupied, I made my way to the kitchen to check if the caretakers had followed my instructions. I opened the stainless steel French door refrigerator, pleased to find it stocked with everything I’d requested—my favorite Heineken and the crisp white wine Erika preferred, sitting on the bottom shelf. I grabbed a green bottle of beer, popped the top off with the magnetic opener on the fridge, and took a long swig.
"Already starting to drink?" Erika’s voice carried from the edge of the kitchen.
I turned to see her leaning against the doorway, her eyes catching the soft light filtering in from the windows. Just as I reached for the switch to turn on the ceiling fans, the lights flickered, then went out completely.
"Fuck, we’re in the dark," I muttered, glancing around.
"It’s not that dark," she replied, unfazed. "But it might be in a few hours. We might need to light some candles."
"Sounds romantic," I said with a shrug. "And yes, I have some wine in the fridge for you."
"Maybe," I teased, taking another sip of beer.
"Cut the crap, Elliott," she shot back, rolling her eyes with a grin.
I chuckled, setting the beer down on the counter. "All right, all right. Let’s get some candles ready, just in case. And then I’ll pour you that wine."
Her phone rang, and Erika quickly pulled it from her dress pocket to answer. The seductive lilt in her voice immediately caught my attention, and I frowned as she engaged in conversation. Scooting closer, I strained to hear the other end—a man’s voice. She was discussing properties, but the way she called him honey more than once rubbed me the wrong way. I knew it was just business, but a wave of frustration tore through my chest. After she hung up, she noticed my discomfort.
