After cumming inside Catherine, Jace slumped onto her slowly.
He buried his face in her breasts, his body heavy against hers, while his limp penis remained inside her.
Catherine draped one arm around his back and used her other hand to stroke his head gently.
"You were great, my dear," she whispered. She leaned forward, kissing the top of his head.
Jace felt a wave of relief and happiness at the compliment. Since it was his first time, he had been terrified of being a disappointment to his partner—and boy, was his partner incredible.
He thought about moving off her, but she didn't seem to mind the weight; she held him there, patting his hair rhythmically.
After a few minutes of resting, he stirred. "Where can I clean myself?" he asked, trying to push himself up.
But Catherine seemed to have other plans.
Before he could get up, she flipped him over with surprising strength, pinning him beneath her. She was skillful enough that even as they moved, his penis remained inside her. She pinned his hands near his head.
She leaned in with a wide smile and a playful glint in her eye. "Clean up? We're just getting started, sweetheart."
Her demeanor was entirely different from when he had been on top.
Don't tell me she's a dommy mommy, Jace thought, a shiver running down his spine.
"Since it was your first time, I was gentle and let you be on top," she said.
She licked her lips and leaned in, alternating between soft kisses and sharp bites on his neck.
Moving upward, she licked and bit his earlobes.
"But now, you should prepare for the worst," she whispered seductively into his ear.
"Mm?" She stopped suddenly. Leaning back slightly, she looked down at him.
Jace turned his flushed face away, trying to hide from her intense gaze.
Having an attractive older woman like Catherine on top of him, teasing him so boldly... he couldn't help his body's reaction.
Inside her, his limp member began to harden again.
Catherine looked at Jace, noticing how he tried to hide his pretty face because of his arousal.
She chuckled. "It looks like you like it when I'm on top."
Catherine leaned in, taking his lips in a rough kiss as she began to move her waist with more speed and power.
She remained mindful, however, knowing Jace's body was smaller and weaker than her own.
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When Jace finally woke up, the room was bathed in the soft, golden light of the morning sun filtering through the windows and the balcony.
He found himself in a compromising position.
He had been sleeping in Catherine's arms with his face buried in her generous chest, but he realized something was in his mouth. He pulled back, opening his mouth to see what it was.
His eyes widened and his face turned a deep shade of scarlet.
It was Catherine's breast; her nipple was glistening and wet with his saliva.
He could not believe he had been sleeping while sucking on her!
"Hehe."
He heard a chuckle and looked up to see Catherine smiling at him with pure amusement.
Before he could move, her hand came up and shoved his head back down to her chest. Since his mouth was still open, he landed right back on the breast he had been nursing on.
"Suck on me all you want, Jace. I don't mind at all," Catherine said, her hand resting firmly on the back of his head.
He tried to pull away, but Catherine wouldn't let him. In a moment of desperation, he bit her breast.
"Ah!?"
The reaction was immediate. Jace used the opening to push her back and sit upright, looking at her.
Catherine held her breast, looking at Jace with a pout. "Bad boy!"
This... woman, Jace thought.
After that first round, Catherine had taken over for the next three rounds.
She had been relentless, fucking him hard until he simply couldn't go on.
Jace looked down at his body.
His chest and neck were covered in red and purple marks; even his wrists were red where she had held him down.
The most humiliating part was the fact that he had enjoyed it immensely, especially after she took the lead.
Though it was kind of painful, he thought, touching the bite marks on his skin.
He now believed that nothing could top the physical pleasure Catherine had made him experience.
Catherine watched Jace as he sat on the bed, checking his marks.
She felt a pang of guilt; Jace was young, and she had perhaps been too rough for his first night.
She could only hope it hadn't been a painful experience for him.
She crawled up and hugged him from behind, her bare chest pressing against his back.
"I'm sorry. I got lost in the lust. It was my first time being so assertive, so I lost control in the pleasure a bit," she said, kissing his neck softly.
Jace turned around and rested in her embrace.
Catherine pulled him back down, laying with him and holding him close.
A few moments later, curiosity got the better of her. "What is your Sequence 8, anyway?"
Jace looked up and smiled. "Trying to pry into secrets, are we?"
Catherine smiled back, her hand sliding down to his waist.
"They say men talk in bed," she said, giving his ass a firm squeeze.
Jace was still not entirely comfortable with such... intimacy, so he gently moved her hand away.
"I will tell you, if you promise to keep it a secret," he said seriously.
Catherine thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay."
He rested his head back on her chest. "Sequence 8 of the Seer pathway is called 'Clown.' The Beyonder gets an incredible amount of flexibility and—"
"I can vouch for that," Catherine interrupted, only to be playfully pinched in the stomach by Jace.
He continued, "—and extreme control over body and facial muscles, which makes acting easy. It can be used against Spectators."
Catherine nodded in understanding. No wonder he was acting so well last night.
"They can also throw paper as sharp projectiles. And the last ability is called 'Clown's Premonition.'" He stopped there.
Catherine found it to be a fascinating sequence.
Clown's Premonition? She thought back to the previous night when she had tried to grab Jace's hand. He had reacted before she even touched him, though her superior speed had allowed her to catch him regardless.