The thin c0ndom barely dulled the sensation of her heat and wetness, but despite having bought a larger size, the base still pinched him uncomfortably. He lifted her hand from the sheets and placed it on his shoulder, his hips continuing their steady rhythm against her. After a while, the heat became too much. He pressed himself closer, almost masochistically seeking more of her warmth.

“Your face is so hot, your ears too, but your neck is cool… Would biting it help?” He captured the side of her neck in his mouth, gently sucking a mark onto her skin. A soft moan escaped her lips as her body melted beneath him. It was her sweat that slicked them together.

“Baby, kiss me too,” he murmured against her neck before lifting his head, his dark eyes fixed on hers. She swallowed, tilting her head back to brush her lips against his, a series of feather-light kisses. 

It took twenty before he finally dipped his head and claimed her mouth with a deep, demanding kiss. His long, elegant fingers found hers, intertwining them in a firm grip. She fell silent, even as tremors wracked her body, her toes curling involuntarily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on. It was hard to describe the feeling. Even in this moment of ultimate intimacy, she felt like a small boat tossed on a turbulent sea, on the verge of capsizing.

The pressure of her legs around him was almost unbearable. He savored it, slowly thrusting into her a dozen times before a delicious tingling sensation spread through his spine and lower back, a wave of intense pleasure washing over him. He wanted to come. His gaze fell on the delicate flush of her ears. His Adam's apple bobbed. He pulled down the arm she had been using to shield her blushing face and captured it in his own, licking her palm, the back of her hand, and then each of her fingers.

Their bodies continued to grind together. He caught her eye as he thrust, his skin slick with sweat. He pressed her licked hand against the bed and leaned down to kiss her again. 

“Mmm, mmm…” 

His length filled her completely, drawing out soft, breathless moans. She could barely breathe as his tongue tangled with hers. A vibrant blush stained her cheeks, and her neck and shoulders were like a porcelain canvas painted with delicate strokes of pink watercolor, a testament to the unique blend of innocence and desire that only a young woman could possess.

Even when he stilled, the layers of sensitive flesh within her continued to clench around him, each fold clinging to him like a tiny mouth, the myriad sensations sending shivers down his spine. This was his first time, and the pleasure was overwhelming, raising goosebumps on his skin. 

Her body was more intricate than he could have imagined, a secret garden waiting to be explored. His thumb rubbed against her cl1t, now swollen and sensitive from his attentions. The combined stimulation of his thrusts and the rhythmic pressure on her cl1t sent waves of intense pleasure through her. This was her first time too. Never before had a man been so deep inside her.

She felt a profound connection, their bodies fused together by heat and intimacy. He was inside her, capable of making her pregnant, and he was her class president, the boy she had always admired from afar, the sun around which her world revolved. In class, he would joke with the other boys, his expression relaxed, one arm casually draped across his desk, his toned forearm a testament to his athleticism, the veins a roadmap beneath his skin. Sometimes, he would pick up a pen and twirl it effortlessly between his long, nimble fingers. She would watch him, mesmerized, thinking, I wish I were that pen, so he could take me home with him every day.

She liked calling him Zhou Ye. It wasn't for any particular reason, other than that he was her boyfriend now, and she wanted something special, something different from what everyone else called him. After all, he didn't belong to anyone else. He was hers, and hers alone.