The morning sun blazed through the window, waking Sunny. A slow smile spread across his face as the memories of the night before sex—the sheer, unrestrained passion with Josephine—flooded his mind. He was blissfully exhausted, yet not ready to move.
He tried to drift back to sleep but sensed movement on the bed. He peered through semi-closed eyes to see Josephine, radiant and clearly still naked, crawling toward him. She smoothly peeled back the duvet, her eyes lighting up at the sight of his morning arousal.
Sunny hid his own smile. He'd thought she was exhausted, even begging him to stop, yet here she was, radiating playful intensity.
Josephine gently took hold of him, her tongue flicking out to trace the tip. She grinned—a knowing, confident, slightly wicked grin—before leaning in and taking half his length into her mouth.
"Mmm..." Sunny let out a slight groan as she began to expertly work him.
