"...How come you're so good at this?" Jeff muttered, trying to catch his breath and calm himself.
"You just suck, idiot... Even though yours is so big," Jess replied casually, leaning her back against Jeff to rest.
"I don't think size matters here. You're just too skilled, Jess."
"Well... I do this every day..."
"Every day?... Like, how many times..."
"Pervert! Don't make this conversation lewd and weird!"
As for Jess and Jeff's current situation, they weren't in the middle of the act—or even after—doing what Jess had initially assumed would happen.
Their passionate start—an intimate kiss initiated by Jess herself—had been awkwardly interrupted by the loud rumbling of Jeff's stomach.
Not to mention the fact that he was actually hungry, having skipped both breakfast and now lunch.
Doing her best to hold back the intense, lustful desire that surged from her decision to finally give herself to Jeff—or rather, to take everything from him—Jess waited until they had finished eating lunch.
But even after their meal, the situation she had wanted didn't exactly happen.
They had moved from the couch to the bed, sitting side by side, with Jeff embracing her from behind as Jess leaned back against him—almost as if offering him every opportunity to touch her.
Jess could tell Jeff was definitely aroused. The hardness pressing against her back said it all.
Yet somehow, Jeff wasn't making a move.
Which led them to their current situation: playing a 1v1 fighting online game on their smartphones.
Not that Jess had any complaints about spending time with him like this.
No, of course she did.
Even though she genuinely missed playing games with Jeff—something they often did back when they were close, before Jeff started avoiding her due to his guilt over his lustful desires—
"—This isn't exactly the right time to be playing online games!"
Jess's sudden outburst surprised Jeff, followed by an elbow blow to his stomach.
Turning to face him, Jess sat in front of him, demanding answers.
"Why aren't you doing anything, idiot?!" she screamed in frustration.
"Ehh?..." Jeff awkwardly stared back at her.
The reason Jeff wasn't acting on his usual lustful urges was simply because he was overwhelmed by the fact that he was finally about to cross that line with Jess.
Of course, he had always dreamed and fantasized about it—even before his death in his original timeline.
And now that it was actually about to happen, Jeff was surprised that what he felt wasn't just lust—but love. A deep desire to be with Jess, truly.
"You're not gonna tell me you're feeling guilty again, right?... After everything we've done these past few days... You're not going to ignore me again, are you...?"
Her irritation faded into embarrassment, then shifted into fear and sadness—immediately answered by Jeff pulling her into a tight embrace.
"I guess I'm not that much of a pervert after all," Jeff said, wiping away the tears starting to form in her eyes.
Seeing his gentle smile made her heart flutter—and at the same time, it snapped the final thread holding together her reason and self-control.
"So you're saying I'm actually the pervert between the two of us?"
For a moment, Jeff had no idea what Jess was feeling. She hid her expression, staring down at the bed—or more precisely, at his bulging erection—and her voice was flat rather than annoyed.
But his confusion quickly vanished as Jess pushed him down and straddled him. Her crotch rested atop his arousal, and her eyes gleamed with a hungry look—like a predator about to devour her prey.
"Fine... I'll show you just how much of a pervert I am, Jeff."
So much for all that planning, Jeff thought, surrendering to her as she pinned his arms down, their fingers intertwined, her lips locking onto his with intense passion.
It was the complete opposite of what he had planned—especially since Jess was now the one on top, asserting her dominance.
Not that he had any complaints about the current situation.
He loved every side of her.
Jeff didn't mind Jess being aggressive and intimate—until it was time for him to take the lead.
After all, even though it was Jess's first time, it wasn't actually Jeff's.
Back in his timeline, Jeff had experience with other women.
Not that he was bragging about it, but he wouldn't mind using that experience to make this first time better for Jess.
Regardless, this wasn't the time for an internal debate. He needed to focus—or rather, enjoy the moment with Jess.
After pulling away from the kiss and releasing his hands, Jess removed her slip dress, revealing nothing underneath but a white two-piece swimsuit.
Watching her undress slowly, Jeff couldn't hold back. His erection throbbed, and Jess could feel it beneath her, at her entrance.
As if teasing him, Jess began moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her entrance along the length of his shaft, separated only by her swimsuit and his swim trunks.
From base to tip, she slid herself slowly, savoring the feel of his 9-inch-plus rod pressing against her entrance—especially when it jerked slightly, as if trying to penetrate her on its own.
"Did that feel good, Jeff?" Jess asked, leaning forward with her hands on his chest, still grinding her hips in slow, deliberate motion.
"It... feels really good... Jess..." Jeff muttered, holding back the urge to climax.
"We're just getting started, so hold it together. Don't disappoint me, Jeff."
Her seductive whisper only made it harder to resist. But Jeff did his best, knowing he wouldn't be satisfied with just one round anyway.
Still, his limit was quickly approaching—especially with what Jess did next.
She moved off of him, pulled down his swim trunks, and revealed his throbbing erection.
Then, on all fours, she grasped his shaft with both hands and started licking the head, kissing its tip and teasing the viscous fluid that hadn't even emerged yet.
Her eyes, sultry and filled with desire, met his as she slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip—then took the head into her mouth, sucking as if savoring every bit.
Then, as if to drive him mad, Jess lowered her head further, gradually taking in his entire length deep into her throat. Her teeth would occasionally graze his shaft, but the slight pain only heightened his pleasure.
When she finally managed to take in as much of him as she could—eyes watering from pain and pleasure—Jeff couldn't hold back anymore.
Although he hadn't intended to get rough, his hands gripped her head and pushed down, forcing the full length of his shaft deep into her throat as he released everything he'd been holding in.
He could feel her throat tighten and swallow reflexively as he unloaded, her lust-filled, teary eyes only making him more aroused.
Even after all that, his erection stayed firm—ready for whatever came next.
When Jess's nails dug into his thighs, Jeff finally released her head. She pulled back slowly, letting his rod slip from her mouth.
I guess that was a bit rough, Jeff thought, ready to apologize if Jess showed even a hint of anger.
But she didn't.
Instead, Jess leaned down on him again and whispered into his ear:
"That felt really good... right, Jeff?"