Her breath was coming in ragged gasps she couldn't control, far faster than any workout. Zhou Ye's expression was strained, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes. He wanted her so badly he felt like he was about to explode. But a shred of remaining sanity held him back.
If he entered her now, he knew he'd finish far too quickly. And afterward, she would dress in silence, her face flushed, her body and heart closed to him once more. They would return to the polite, distant formality that had once kept him locked out.
She wouldn't be like this, completely his, inside and out. Zhou Ye lowered his head, the intense desire he felt for her a double-edged sword, both consuming him and turning against him.
"I wish you could be like this every day," he murmured, imagining her open and willing to him, accepting his possession, his claim. His eyes dropped, a hint of sadness in his gaze, the conflicting forces of restraint and aggression warring within him.
For a moment, the sharp, clean lines of his youthful face seemed to mature. Xia Yao barely registered his words, too lost in the spiraling pleasure that coursed through her, making her tremble and curl her toes against the sheets.
Zhou Ye was tormenting her, his er3ction pressed between her thighs, rubbing back and forth, a relentless friction. She felt like something was missing. Her knowledge of s3x was limited to the clinical, sanitized descriptions in her biology textbook. She knew intercourse involved him entering her, but she didn't understand this prolonged external stimulation.
Why wouldn't he just come inside? The position itself was confusing. Legs raised and pressed together, her p*ssy exposed to him was one thing, but having to hold her own labia open with her fingers… the shame was overwhelming.
"Zhou Ye," she whispered, her fingers slipping on her wet folds, constantly needing to readjust their hold. "Do I have to do this?"
"I need to see it clearly," Zhou Ye lied, his voice serious as he ground against her. This wasn't about procreation; it was pure, unadulterated lvst. She was so innocent, so unaware.
Xia Yao bit her lip, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the ceiling, lost in the sensation. The class monitor always had such an upstanding image; it made it impossible to believe that what he was doing was wrong. She didn't know what other couples did, but Zhou Ye didn't seem embarrassed at all. Was this… normal?
While Xia Yao grappled with the perceived normalcy of the situation, Zhou Ye was indulging in a decidedly less innocent act. He braced his thumb against his sh4ft, lifting and then slamming his c0ck against her, the slick connecting them with each thrust. The resulting slap, slap, slap against her wet folds was sharper, crisper than the sounds of penetration would be.
Xia Yao was a quivering mass of nerves, the friction building to a sharp, almost unbearable pleasure. The delicate petals of her s3x were constantly parted, teased, and rubbed raw. The mere thought of their bodies connected like this sent a dizzying thrill through her. The small sparks of arovsal were quickly igniting into a full-blown inferno.
She closed her legs around him, trapping his c0ck between her thighs, her hands gripping her legs tighter. She ached for him to be inside her. "I… I can't hold my legs up anymore," she gasped, her breath hot and ragged.
Zhou Ye, himself on the edge of control, swallowed hard. "Put them on my shoulders."
He spread her legs and hooked them over his shoulder, his knee pressing against the side of her leg. His glistening c0ck, freed from the tangle of her pubic hair, pointed straight at her. It looked almost frightening, so large, yet destined to fit inside her. Ignoring her shyness now, he pushed her thighs further apart and pressed the swollen head of his rod against her entrance, beginning the slow, inevitable push inside.