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You wake up slowly, the first rays of morning light slipping through the half-open curtains, painting soft golden stripes across the tangled sheets. The room still smells like sex: warm skin, vanilla candle wax, the faint metallic tang of arousal, and that sweet, musky scent that''s uniquely Jane. Your body feels heavy in the best way, deliciously used, every muscle loose from hours of slow, deliberate pleasure. Jane is curled on her side facing you, breathing deep and even, one arm tucked under her cheek. Her dark hair spills across the pillow like ink, lips slightly parted, cheeks still flushed from everything you did to each other. And there, barely covering anything, is the black lace thong she never took off. The crotch is completely open, framed by delicate straps that hug her hips, and right down the center dangles that thin string of smooth, cool pearls. Even now, soft and relaxed in sleep, the sight of it sends a jolt straight to your cock. You remember exactly how those pearls felt last night. How you held them between your fingers while your tongue circled her clit, dragging the beads slowly back and forth across her swollen bud until she was trembling, thighs squeezing your head, whispering broken pleas. Later, when you slid inside her, the pearls pressed against your shaft with every thrust, rolling over her sensitive folds, adding that extra layer of slick friction that made her come harder, louder, clenching around you like she wanted to keep you forever. Your morning erection throbs at the memory. You''re already half-hard just looking at her, the way the lace clings to her skin, the way those pearls rest innocently now against her bare pussy, still a little puffy and glistening from the night before. You can''t help yourself. You reach out, fingertips brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh first, then higher, tracing the edge of the open thong. Jane stirs, a small hum escaping her throat. Her lashes flutter, eyes opening slowly, hazy with sleep and instant recognition when she sees the hunger in your face. %u201CMorning already?%u201D she murmurs, voice husky, a lazy smile curving her lips. You don''t answer with words. Instead you lean in, kissing her slow and deep, tasting the faint remnants of last night on her tongue. Your hand slides between her legs, fingers finding the pearls warm from her body heat. You tug them gently upward, letting them roll over her clit in one smooth motion. She gasps into your mouth, hips twitching forward instinctively. %u201CFuck%u2026 you''re insatiable.%u201D %u201CBlame the thong,%u201D you whisper against her lips. %u201CIt''s still wearing you. And it''s reminding me of everything we did.%u201D Jane laughs softly, low and wicked, then rolls onto her back, spreading her thighs wider in clear invitation. The pearls shift with the movement, sliding through her slickness, already making her wet again. %u201CThen remind me,%u201D she says, voice dropping to that sultry tone that always undoes you. %u201CUse them again. Make me come with your mouth first%u2026 then fuck me slow, like last night. Tantric. No rush. Just us and these stupid, perfect pearls.%u201D You don''t need more encouragement. You slide down her body, kissing every inch along the way: the curve of her breast, the dip of her navel, the sensitive skin just above her mound. When you settle between her legs you hook one of her thighs over your shoulder, opening her fully. The thong frames her like a filthy work of art%u2014pink, swollen lips parted, clit peeking out, pearls resting right against her entrance. You start slow, tongue flat and broad, lapping up the length of her slit, catching the pearls on the way and dragging them with you. Jane moans long and low, fingers sliding into your hair, holding you there. You focus on her clit now, flicking it lightly, then sucking it between your lips while you roll the beads back and forth with your tongue. The combination makes her hips buck, breath hitching in sharp little gasps. %u201CGod yes%u2026 just like that%u2026 don''t stop%u2026%u201D You don''t. You build her slowly, deliberately, the way she loves%u2014teasing circles, gentle suction, then firmer pressure with the pearls until she''s trembling, thighs quivering around your ears. When she comes it''s quiet at first, a soft keening sound, then louder as the waves hit, her pussy pulsing against your mouth, wetness coating your chin. Before she can catch her breath you crawl back up, kissing her so she can taste herself on your lips. She reaches down, guiding your cock to her entrance, the pearls parting around you as you push inside inch by slow inch. The sensation is obscene%u2014her tight heat, the rolling pressure of the beads along your shaft, the way she clenches every time they shift. You both groan at the same time. %u201CSlow,%u201D she whispers, legs wrapping around your waist, heels digging into your ass. %u201CMake it last.%u201D You do. Deep, rolling thrusts, hips circling so the pearls grind against her clit with every movement. Hands roaming%u2014hers on your back, nails dragging lightly; yours cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples. Kisses that never quite break, tongues lazy and wet, breathing each other in. Time blurs. Minutes stretch into forever. You edge each other, pulling back when it gets too close, then building again. Sweat slicks your skin, breaths mingle, the room fills with soft moans and the wet sounds of bodies moving together. When you finally let go it''s mutual%u2014her walls fluttering around you, milking you as she comes again, harder this time, crying out your name. You follow seconds later, burying deep and spilling inside her in long, pulsing waves, hips jerking with each spurt. You collapse together, still connected, the pearls now warm and slick between you. Jane kisses your shoulder, then your jaw, then your mouth, lazy and satisfied. %u201CBest way to wake up,%u201D she murmurs, voice thick with sleep and afterglow. You smile against her skin, already thinking about round three. The thong stays on.