The angle hit her g-spot perfectly. Coupled with his size, it sent a jolt through her, her body convulsing. He was so strong, his movements effortless and rapid. The pleasure was overwhelming. Oh my god, oh my god, he's amazing, she thought, gripping the sheets, her toes curling as she threw her head back, gasping. The intense, rapid stimulation of her g-spot left her breathless. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, her legs flooding with arousal, the wetness trickling down her inner thighs.
The pleasure built like steps, higher and higher. As it peaked, a mixture of fear and anticipation choked her voice. Her head snapped back, her mouth open in a silent gasp. A sharp, intense heat exploded from her core, then slowly, gently spread outwards, leaving her weak and limp, as if sinking into a cloud of cotton. Her body convulsed, bucking beneath him like a spring. Her legs instinctively squeezed together before finally relaxing, leaving her panting and limp.
Feng Yi froze, startled by her reaction. He slowed his movements, then stopped. But then her v4gina contracted, squeezing him so tightly it was both painful and exhilarating, nearly sending him over the edge. He held back with sheer willpower, his eyes bloodshot with the effort. She was so wet, the sheets soaked, the scent intoxicating.
Once she was calm, he whispered, "Did you... did you come?" His voice was low and hesitant, a mixture of anxiety and hope. Qiao Li managed a weak "Mm." Feng Yi hesitated.
"Can I... can I continue?"
His pen1s was still buried inside her warmth, throbbing insistently. He wanted nothing more than to grab her hips and resume his thrusts. Qiao Li beckoned him with a finger.
He paused, then propped himself up and crawled towards her. His thick p3nis shifted with the movement, eliciting a soft, needy whimper from Qiao Li.
"Mmm..." The sound curled into Feng Yi's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He leaned closer, and Qiao Li cupped his face, kissing him deeply.
"You're amazing," she murmured, thanking him for her first 0rgasm, her first taste of such unrestrained pleasure. Those words were all the permission he needed. His eyes lit up, a smile playing on his lips. He scrambled back to his position and began a new round of thrusts.
***
The next morning, Qiao Li woke to her internal alarm clock. She felt sticky and languid, a pleasant exhaustion, like soaking in a hot spring after a long day. Her memory hadn't yet caught up with her. She started to sit up, then froze, catching sight of a figure beside her. Her heart leaped.
Zhou Zhe? she thought, panicked. How could I let him stay over and be so careless? He can't see me like this!
She was about to sneak out of bed to compose herself when she realized—it wasn't Zhou Zhe. She turned to look at the man beside her. His skin was clear and pale, his hair tousled adorably by the pillow. His features were delicate, especially his eyes, framed by long, thick lashes that would make any woman jealous. His closed eyes tilted upwards, contrasting with his strong, angular brows, a captivating blend of innocence and intensity. Feng... Feng Yi?
"Ow..." she muttered, rubbing her throbbing temples.
Feng Yi stirred, his eyes blinking open, gradually focusing. He looked startled, then flustered, then broke into a wide, irrepressible grin.
"You're awake," Qiao Li said, breaking the silence.
"Mm," Feng Yi replied, sitting up abruptly. The movement dislodged the covers, revealing his n4ked body. Qiao Li winced. "Maybe you should put some clothes on," she suggested, then realized she was also n4ked. Feng Yi obeyed instantly, scrambling out of bed, his impressive er3ction swinging as he searched for his underwear.