My body was still trembling, soaked in sweat and afterglow. She lay next to me, tracing lazy circles on my bare stomach. Her fingers were slow — too slow — like she was savoring the aftermath.

"You came so easily for me," she whispered, licking her bottom lip. "I barely touched you."

I was still catching my breath when I turned to face her.

"And you’re still fully clothed," I said, my voice low, husky, daring.

She raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t want to scare you."

I leaned in until my lips brushed her earlobe. "Scare me. I dare you."

Her eyes darkened. I pulled at the hem of her shirt — slow, teasing — exposing inches of her smooth stomach. She lifted her arms and let me peel the fabric over her head.

"No bra?" I said, my voice breathy.

"Didn’t think I’d need it tonight," she smirked.

I cupped her bare breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened under my touch. She gasped — sharp, needy. “Fuck, you’re learning fast.”

I straddled her thighs, letting her feel the slick heat between mine press against her skin. She groaned.

I leaned forward, my lips barely grazing hers. “You made me wet,” I said, grinding against her with slow, deliberate pressure, “Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

I kissed her again — deeper, tongue dragging slowly into her mouth. My hands traveled down, untying her pajama drawstring with wicked patience. She raised her hips so I could slide them down, revealing black panties that were already damp.

“Already wet for me?” I teased.

“You have no idea,” she whispered, eyes fluttering as I pressed my mouth to the spot between her thighs — the fabric still on.

I kissed her through the fabric, tasting her sweetness even there. She writhed under me. "Take them off," she begged.

But I wasn’t done teasing.

I licked her slowly through the soaked material. She moaned — loud, raw, vulnerable.

"Beg again," I said, voice firm but playful.

"Please," she whimpered, hips bucking. “Please, baby, I need your tongue. I need to come.”

I finally pulled her panties down with my teeth. Her pussy glistened, pink and wet, lips swollen from arousal. I parted them gently, tongue flicking her clit with a featherlight tease.

She gasped. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I licked her slowly, then harder. My tongue danced in circles, then sucked her clit gently, then firm. She was shaking, thighs trembling on either side of my face.

"You taste so fucking good," I murmured, tongue dipping lower, then back up, relentless, controlled.

“F-fuck… I’m gonna… I’m—,” she moaned, voice breaking.

Her thighs clamped around my head as she came, hips jerking up, back arched, crying out my name.

I didn’t stop — not until she begged me to.

When I finally looked up, her face was flushed, her hair wild, her chest rising and falling like waves.

“Holy shit,” she breathed. “Where did that come from?”

I crawled up her body, kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “You woke something up,” I whispered.

She pulled me back into her arms. “Then don’t go back to sleep.”