He braced himself beside her, his breath ragged. He wanted to kiss her deeply, but couldn't seem to find the right way.

His eyes were different than usual, dark and deep, desire tinting his gaze with a possessiveness and restrained passion.

Qiao Li lightly scratched the back of his neck, and he reacted as if a switch had been flipped. He lowered his head and kissed her lips clumsily, afraid to use any force, only grazing them softly.

His hot breath fanned her face, the ticklish sensation making her want to push him away. But before she could move, he followed the instinct down to her ear.

"Mmm~" Qiao Li moaned, a soft, breathy sound escaping her as he unexpectedly touched a sensitive spot.

Feng Yi's ears felt as if they were melting from that delicate sound. Trembling, he kissed her earlobe, mimicking her earlier touch, and trailed kisses down her neck, igniting a fire within her.

He stopped mid-kiss and looked up at Qiao Li. "Can I?"

It was a question out of the blue, and Qiao Li looked at him, puzzled.

He seemed to think everything required permission. Qiao Li had kissed him, so he could kiss her back. Qiao Li had touched his neck, so he could return the gesture.

He licked his lower lip, his mouth dry, his gaze sliding over her full, pale br*asts. His voice held a barely concealed shyness. "Can I... kiss your... br*asts?"

"Kiss?" Qiao Li teased him, scratching the back of his neck again, making him flinch.

His eyelashes fluttered nervously, ashamed to speak. "...I want... I want to... touch them."

"Eat them?" she asked, biting her lip with a smile.

Feng Yi's mind exploded. The words "eat them" were both seductive and stimulating, too explicit, igniting an uncontrollable urge within him.

His reason scattered. He buried his face between her br*asts, latching onto her n*pple.

Heat, tingling, numbness. Qiao Li couldn't help but arch her back.

Like a starving infant, he nuzzled her full br*ast, licking and sucking, moving his mouth with unrestrained fervor.

It was the first time Qiao Li had experienced such passionate attention to her bre*sts. She finally understood how even just kissing and licking could bring such intense pleasure.

His actions treated her bre*sts like precious treasures. He was captivated, enthralled, drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

Qiao Li felt a sticky wetness between her legs, her body burning with a heat she couldn't dispel. Her limbs felt weak and numb.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding his bobbing head still, stopping his eager feasting. "Enough... Hurry... come inside," she gasped, her breath ragged, her voice weak.

Feng Yi looked up, his lips glistening. His eyes were unfocused for a moment before he understood what she meant.

"Cond0m?"

"In the nightstand."

He moved quickly, finding the cond0m, tearing it open, and putting it on in one fluid motion.

His lower body had been aching for a long time. Now, finally able to get to the main event, he was both nervous and excited.

He lifted her legs and positioned himself at her entrance.

He held the base of his p3nis, clumsily sliding it against her, searching for the opening. The hot, hard tip rubbed against her soft folds. Qiao Li moaned, her hips lifting slightly, and she kicked out at him.

He caught her ankle, pulling her leg up further.

Her legs were spread wide, wet and slightly cool, aching with emptiness.

He found the entrance and thrust inside. "Ah..." Qiao Li gasped sharply, the sudden fullness making her clench around him.

"Hiss..." Feng Yi almost came right then, the tightness nearly overwhelming him. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

Looking down, he saw his thick p*nis stretching her open, her folds pulled taut. The visual was too much, sending another wave of tingling through him.

He held her writhing hips still and began to thrust powerfully.

He remembered their last time together vividly, recalling the pressure and angles she preferred. With each thrust, Qiao Li's heart fluttered.