Dew on a Rose

His eyes had gone unfocused too, and his lips—swollen plump from so much kissing—gleamed wet. Every time he failed to hold back a breath threaded with a nasal moan, it sent a sharp thrill straight through Jian's chest.

God. This was insane.

"Jian... ah."

No way she was stopping. Jian huffed a laugh through her nose and took Dou's cock back into her mouth, all of it. She sank him deep until he touched her throat, then sucked hard on the way up, cheeks hollowing with the force—hard enough that a wet pop broke the seal.

"Ji—!"

His hips jerked up tight. Jian watched him try to pull away, braced her legs, and refused to give an inch.

"Stay still."

She kept sucking him hard enough to make greedy, wet sounds. Then she drove her tongue into the slit of his head, where precum was leaking in a thin stream, and his whole body went rigid.

"Get... off. Jian, don't—!"

Now. Jian worked her tongue harder and met Dou's eyes as he tried to push her off. She smiled, eyes curving, and sucked him even more deliciously—and his lips fell open.

Heat poured into her mouth. There was so much cum it filled her completely, then spilled past her lips and ran down her chin in a thick trickle.

"You okay? Sorry. Spit it out. Quick."

Just as she'd expected, his face was a devastating sight. He was flushed a mottled pink from face to throat, like a ripe peach, and his hair was soaked as if he'd just come back from a workout. The afterglow still clung to him—unfocused eyes, ragged panting breaths—and the heat rolling off his skin drove Jian completely out of her mind.

She swallowed.

"I ate it all."

She smiled, bright and innocent, and opened her mouth to show him there was nothing left. The worry on Dou's face went perfectly blank.

She'd thought he'd be flustered. Why wasn't he?

The moment she stuck her tongue out to lick up the cum that had run under her chin, Dou's tongue surged against hers. The sharp, briny mix of spit and semen swam freely through Jian's mouth, thorough enough to wipe her mind clean. He didn't give her a second to breathe. By the time she was panting lightly, her back had already met the soft bed.

"From now on, don't eat anything that tastes that awful. And... it's my turn now, isn't it?"

Dou wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger, smiled as sunny as anything, and yanked her pants and panties down in one motion.

"Ah."

Before naked Jian could even feel shy, he spread her legs wide. When he bent over her, she squeezed her eyes shut, already imagining the sensation about to hit.

"...?"

What?

A long moment passed with nothing at all. She cracked her eyes open—and there was Dou, stopped a handspan short, staring so hard he might burn a hole straight through her.

"What's... wrong, oppa?"

He still didn't budge. From that moment Jian's mind started racing. Was she leaking so much it looked dirty? Or did she just look strange down there? She'd never even looked at herself properly, and the thought that she might be different from the women he'd seen before made her anxious.

He wouldn't come this far and then say he didn't want to. Would he?

A sudden worry made her glance at him. Dou was studying her pussy with his brow pinched all the way to the bridge of his nose, utterly serious, and Jian decided something was definitely wrong.

"Um... is there a problem?"

She liked sex, sure, but being stared at this long with nothing else happening was bound to be mortifying.

"Should we sit up and talk for a second?"

She started to squirm her thighs closed—only for Dou to grip harder and spread them wider. Her eyes went round.

"Oppa, why..."

"...I didn't know it could be this pretty."

"What?"

What did I just hear?

Dou's throat bobbed again and again. His gaze was still locked on her pussy, and the look in his eyes was anything but ordinary. How to put it—like a pure teenage boy who had only just opened his eyes to sex.

"You... your face is so pretty, and your chest is so pretty, I thought there couldn't be anywhere left that was prettier. But this—this is insanely pretty. I can't look away."

He stared at her pussy in open wonder, then slowly lowered his head and pressed a brief kiss there before drawing back, as if he were in awe.

Jian thought that if her pussy had a face, it would be burning red. She had only ever thought of it as a body part meant for sex. But the way Dou treated it—like something precious and beautiful, like a sculpture made of glass—made her heart lurch, not her body.

His soft voice and breath tapped against her pussy. That alone aroused her more than anything ever had. Inside, she kept clenching, slick spilling out in pulses.

"Mmm... oppa... stop looking and put it in already. I can't hold it."

When Jian twisted her hips and begged, Dou's eyes finally moved to her face. He drew his red lips into a crooked smile and looked over her restless, desperate face with fondness.

"That won't do. You try holding it, too."

The gentleness of his voice and smile was almost unsettling. Where had the man who had been so shy a moment ago gone? Without taking his eyes off hers, Dou pressed his mouth to her thigh. He parted his lips slowly, let out his red tongue, and licked a long line down her skin.

"Hah."

Down. Farther down. His tongue had already reached the edge of her pussy. Jian locked her thighs tight with anticipation and nerves and swallowed. Watching her, Dou drew his lips into a soft smile—then, in an instant, licked the whole length of her.

"Hah—!"

Already hypersensitive, the sensation that crashed over her was beyond anything she could have imagined.

"W-wait! Something feels wrong."

His tongue was so hot she couldn't stand it. She shoved at his head with both hands, but her strength wasn't nearly enough to move him.

The truth was, no one had ever gone down on Jian—thanks to her rotten exes, who only liked receiving and balked at giving. Too dirty, they'd said. They just couldn't. It had been humiliating, and she hadn't wanted to fight over something like that, so she had given up on being on the receiving end.

This was what it felt like?

"You have to stay still. Don't move. Hm?"

Dou threw her own words right back at her and gripped her thighs even harder. Every breath of his made her body shiver, so she thrashed. He still didn't budge.

"I-it's really weird, so—hah! Oppa, wait...!"

His tongue pushed into the sensitive flesh again. Immediately she felt herself gush. She had always thought she felt things well enough, but today was truly too much. Slick poured out of her without pause, like a flood, and the smallest touch made her whole body seize as if she'd been electrocuted.

She had expected it to feel good, but this was past imagination. She had almost lived her whole life without knowing this? Those bastards. If she ever got her hands on them, she wouldn't let it go. She was almost frightened of whatever sensation might crash over her next.

Slurp. A wet, tight suck.

"...!"