Zhou Ye reached out to touch her lips, and seeing her positive response, placed his hand in hers. 

"Bite me if it hurts too much."

Xia Yao held his slender, bony hand. His hand was beautiful, offered willingly for her to bite, but she only grazed his fingertips lightly with her teeth, never truly sinking in. She simply couldn't bring herself to bite such a beautiful hand.

Zhou Ye had been rubbing her cl*t for a while now, and when he felt her relax, he tried to pull out. This time, however, her inner flesh seemed reluctant to let him go, clinging tightly to him. Zhou Ye gave up on withdrawing, his forehead beading with sweat from the pressure. His fingers began to tease and knead her cl1t until it peaked, swollen and prominent.

The initial pain of losing her v1rginity began to fade as Xia Yao, stimulated by his thrusts and the attention he paid to her cl1t, grew increasingly ar0used. She held his hand against her cheek, savoring the feeling. The pain was not only gone, but a tingling pleasure, a hint of approaching org4sm, began to build. A delicious numbness spread through her.

"Zhou Ye, try moving," she murmured, having experimentally shifted herself slightly without the searing pain returning.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his ears and shoulders flushed.

"No, it seems to be okay now."

Zhou Ye lowered his head and kissed her, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. At the same time, the part of him inside her began to move, slowly rocking back and forth. When the kiss ended, he propped himself up, revealing his toned abs. He pressed her knees apart with his hands, exposing the delicate flower that enveloped him.

Zhou Ye’s throat bobbed as he watched. Her soft, pink folds had completely swallowed him. Something so large, yet she had taken him in. He felt the warm, wet tightness of her inner walls pulsing around him, even through the thin c0ndom. He realized, with a strange jolt, that he, too, had lost his v1rginity, and to her.

"I'm going to start moving. Tell me if it hurts."

"Okay."

Xia Yao was still nervous. The earlier pain had frightened her, and she lay still, trying to distract herself. Then she felt the hot hardness within her begin to thrust. The stretching brought a slight sting, but it was bearable. What surprised her was the deep, tingling ache where he filled her. It was a strange, unfamiliar sensation.

As Zhou Ye spread her legs wide, pinching and rubbing her cl1t with one hand while pressing against her thigh with the other, he suddenly thrust deep inside. A jolt, like an electric shock, shot through Xia Yao, from the top of her head to the base of her spine. 

A small wave of clear fluid leaked from her, and she gasped, curling her toes and trembling against the pillow, her ears burning. He seemed to have hit a sensitive spot, brushing against it as he withdrew. Xia Yao gasped for breath, her legs twitching and rubbing against the sheets as the delicious tingling intensified and refused to subside.

"It feels so strange… Mmm, Zhou Ye, Zhou Ye…"

Outside, the wind and rain raged. Inside, the two lay entwined on the neatly made hotel bed, the bedside lamp illuminating the carefully arranged toiletries on the nightstand, a stark contrast to the rhythmic movements of the bed itself. Zhou Ye moved within her, his fingers digging into her thighs as he leaned down further, the bones of his spine prominent against his back.

"Mmm… tell me, baby, is it uncomfortable? Does it hurt?"