Eliška — Four Ways I Was Undone

Eliška — Part II

Obey. Ache. Bloom.

The Undoing

I moved without hesitation, the space between us closing as if it had never truly existed at all.

I didn’t slow down.

The last word was barely a sound—more exhale than speech.

I moved my mouth between those delicious thighs to her core, those beautifully pink and sweet nubbin of pleasure, and then she gasped—sharp, high, immediate—as my tongue slid gently over her first. Her hips jerked instinctively. I held her thighs open with my hands, slow but firm, encouraging her to give in fully.

She was wet—so wet it stunned me for a moment. Heat, slickness, the kind of arousal that coats your fingers before you even touch properly.

I licked her again and again and again—slow, deliberate—and she made this noise, somewhere between a moan and a sob, her back arching off the bed. Her hands clamped in my hair; one thigh hooked over my shoulder as if she were climbing me.

“Oh—fuck—Jules—”

She couldn’t get full words out. Just fragments. Gasps. Pleas.

I wanted her undone.

I slid my tongue deeper, tasting her, feeling her hips buck toward my mouth. Every reaction was honest—raw, unfiltered lust. Her thighs shook, her breath quickened into small, choked stutters, and when I sucked gently on the softest part of her, she let out a sound that made the hallway fall completely silent.

I kept going—slow circles, then faster when her body begged, then slow again, teasing, building her until she was pleading into the air.

“Please—don’t stop—please—”

Her hand pressed against the back of my head, not to force but to anchor, to tell me she was right on the edge of losing herself.

I slid two fingers along her folds, gathering the slick heat dripping from her, and teased them just at her entrance.

She lost her breath entirely.

“Jules—God—yes—yes—”

I slid them inside, slow but full, and her body clenched around me so tight it made me moan into her.

“Oh fuck—” she gasped, thighs locking around my shoulders.

I thrust my fingers slowly, deliberately, curling just right, and she broke—completely.

Her orgasm rushed through her like a quake. Her hips lifted off the bed, her voice spilled out in this long, shaking cry, her thighs trembling violently around my head as she pulsed and clenched around my fingers.

She didn’t just come—she came undone.

I stayed with her through the entire wave—tongue softening, fingers slowing, kissing the inside of her thigh as she collapsed back onto the bed, panting, limbs loose and trembling.

When her breathing steadied, she pulled on my arm, dragging me up her body, and kissed me—deep, hungry, tasting herself on my lips with a sound that vibrated straight through me.

“My turn,” she whispered against my mouth, already shifting her body to push me back into the pillows.

— End Part II —

Obey. Ache. Bloom.