Zhou Ye's touch was raw and demanding. His breath hitched as he lowered his head, capturing her lips in a sucking, dizzyingly fervent kiss. His c*ck rubbed hard against her heat, the initial penetration having already pushed him to the edge. Now, he was on the verge of spilling right there on her stomach.
"Class..."
Before she could voice whatever was on her tongue, their tongues tangled once more, a rapid, consuming dance. He kissed her breathless, the mingled, transparent fluids escaping the corner of her mouth.
"Have you ever thought about why you usually call me Zhou Ye, but sometimes, suddenly, it's 'Class President'?" His voice was thick with the aftermath of his near-release. Though they were cocooned in the covers, she could feel the sharpness of his gaze.
Defeated, Xia Yao offered no reply, instead pushing against his chest. Her fingertips brushed his collarbone—hard, smooth, and slightly cool.
"It's when you're trying to distance yourself from me. Understand? Like now."
He was hard again, or rather, the heat had never truly left him. This was the constant, simmering desire of an athletic teenage boy, the impressive, natural hardness that came with seventeen, eighteen years of age. He pinched and rolled her n1pple, continuing until the small bud burned beneath his touch. Then, Zhou Ye lowered his head, taking her br3ast into his mouth, suckling.
Her soft bre4sts were only just beginning to learn the feel of a boy's lips and tongue. Heat flooded her face, drowning out the sounds around her. Her every sense focused on the sensations in her chest. Her boyfriend was there, his head bowed, his mouth on her. It was... she felt like she was dying, yet he seemed completely unaffected.
Xia Yao's hands, initially gripping the sheets, found their way to his shoulders. His hair occasionally brushed against her chin. Feeling her touch, he reached down, capturing her hands in his own.
"Don't worry, I'll let you go back soon. You won't have to spend the night."
After these words, her thighs were parted. As she shyly tried to bring them together, a hand slipped between them. He'd bought c0ndoms earlier, when he went downstairs. Okamoto 0.01, ultra-thin, large size. Just in case they were too thin, he'd grabbed a box of 0.03 and emergency contraception as well. He'd been too caught up in the moment to remember to protect her.
Zhou Ye reached under his pillow, retrieving the prepared c0ndom. Kneeling, he propped himself up, teasing her entrance with one hand while tearing open the cond0m wrapper with his teeth. He sheathed himself.
Seeing him put on the condom, Xia Yao knew he was serious. Her toes curled. But she'd reacted too soon. As he pressed the now-protected length against her, pushing inside, a sharp tear ripped through her. The pain was so intense, her muscles seized.
The initial entry of the tip hadn't hurt. She'd even felt a sense of fullness. But even nestled between her thighs, it had looked thick. As Zhou Ye, stifling a groan, pushed deeper, the crown slowly parted the delicate folds within her, the final push breaking her maidenhead.
He was so long. Tears welled in Xia Yao's eyes, blurring her vision. She couldn't even lift her hands to push him away. Helpless, she froze, unable to move. A whimper escaped her. "It hurts..."
Trapped within the tight, clenching heat of her v1rginity, Zhou Ye could neither move forward nor back. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Don't be afraid. I'll pull back a little, but you need to relax. It's too tight in there. I won't force it."
He didn't mention how her tender flesh clung to his c*ck, sucking, squeezing, driving him mad.
Suddenly remembering something from a p0rn video, Zhou Ye pressed his thumb against her cl1t, rubbing the sensitive nub to help her relax. "I'm sorry. It won't hurt like this next time. The first time is always a little uncomfortable. It's my fault."
"Mm..." Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears clinging to her delicate lashes like tiny crystals. "It's not your fault."
Hearing her choked, nasal reply was like an aphr0disiac. His c*ck spasmed uncontrollably. A sheen of sweat covered his smooth skin, a flush of ar0usal rising on his neck and shoulders. He felt like he was about to come again, right there inside her.
His mouth slightly open, a complex mix of emotions flooded him. He was inexperienced; he couldn't be sure. ...But was he really that fast?