You remain there for a long moment, your forehead beading with sweat, both of you breathing in ragged, synchronized gasps. The warmth between you lingers, a humming afterglow that makes every small movement feel sensitized. Slowly, you release your hold on her legs and she slides off of your shaft, propping herself up with a soft, contented sigh as the evidence of your love-making drips onto the floor.

She doesn't move away immediately, instead lingering in your space for a second, her eyes hooded and shimmering with a playful, lingering heat. With a small, feline smile, she leans over just enough to reach for the carafe. The sound of the coffee pouring into a ceramic mug is the first normal noise to break the silence, the rich, roasted aroma finally filling the room and grounding you both back in reality.

Sunny takes a slow sip, the steam curling around her face, her expression thoughtful as she looks you up and down. She holds the mug out toward you, but as you reach for it, she pulls it back just an inch, a mischievous glint returning to her gaze.

"Coffee," she murmurs, her voice still husky from the exertion, "and then round two?"