The Promotion

Charles books himself a Nuru treat for that promotion, and Jackie’s already laughing while she waits in see-thru lace. They step into the shower first, palms slick with bubbles, hands and laughs everywhere, mapping out each other’s spots. In the Jacuzzi she sits opposite, toes sliding up his length in lazy strokes, then leans in to replace them with her tongue; Charles grins, head tipping back, clearly very onboard. On the air mattress the real show starts—Nuru gel everywhere, bodies gliding like they’re made of warm silk. Jackie slips, slides, crawls and twists, under him, over him, thighs milking, hips working, chasing his pleasure until it finally surges and paints her belly. She sits back, slick, breathless, smirking: mission accomplished.