And she didn't just come—she squirted, all over his face.
For a moment, panic flashed through her mind: "Shit… maybe he's flustered now… maybe he thinks I pissed on him."
But to her surprise, Sunny only licked his lips, tasting her with a slow, wicked grin. His eyes met hers with that same unsettling intensity, and he leaned in again, kissing her deeply as if nothing in the world could faze him.
His fingers slid between her legs with disarming ease—one slipping inside, while his other hand moved with practiced tenderness over her breasts, teasing her nipples, those of a woman in her late twenties who is very sexually appealing, until they peaked again under his touch. She was still catching her breath from the orgasm when a sharp thought cut through the fog in her mind:
"What the actual fuck… How does someone so young know how to touch me like this?"
"I might actually let him put it in."
This was the last clear thought she had
Her body trembled as he pushed a second finger inside her, moving with slow, deliberate pressure. He wasn't rushed. He wasn't clumsy. It was like he was reading her—learning her body, mapping her reactions, and using them as a guide. Every time he touched a sensitive spot, she couldn't hide her response. Even though the beautiful black-haired, blue-eyed woman under him tried to hide her pleasure, she could barely hold back her moans. Moans slipped from her lips like confessions, growing louder when he hit that perfect angle again.
It only seemed to encourage him.
He leaned down and bit gently into her lip, sucking, tasting, dragging small sparks of pain and pleasure through her nerves. It made her jolt—and it made her want more. His teeth grazed her skin, just rough enough to wake every inch of her body.
Then, lips brushing against her ear, he whispered in a low, velvet voice, "You're so beautiful…" He described her in delicious detail, the softness of her skin, the heat of her breath, the way her body was leaking sweetness onto his fingers.
Jet was barely thinking anymore—just feeling, reacting, drowning in the storm he was stirring inside her. She just moaned and let him have his way.
He licked a trail down her jawline, her throat, her collarbone… until he reached her breasts again. Her breath caught in uneven gasps as he sucked on her nipples like a man starved—biting them gently, tugging them with his tongue, making her arch toward him.
Then he moved even lower, kissing her belly, eyes still locked onto hers, filled with intent.
He slid in a third finger, spreading her slowly, and at the same time began to lick her most sensitive spot.
Jet screamed in pleasure.
She forgot to breathe, and her pussy was already throbbing.
That didn't stop him from licking her most sensitive spot and fingering her.
Suddenly, her legs started trembling, and another load of her juices came.
This time, Sunny just opened his mouth and caught most of it. His fingers never stopped working, and her legs continued to shake.
He got back up with her juice in his mouth, started kissing her, and shared her juice. Then, he swallowed it. It tasted extremely good.
Maybe it was a boon of being an Ascended that even body fluids tasted good.
While their lips were pressed together and her juices mixed in their mouths with his salvia, they looked at each other.
Then Jet closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Sunny, and pulled him down onto the table.