“Let me hold you from behind.” 

His breath hitched as he climbed onto the bed, grabbing a disinfecting wipe from the nightstand to clean his hands before lifting her into his arms. Her back settled against his chest; she was cradled in his lap.

“Do you like this?” She tilted her head back, looking up at him. Zhou Ye pressed his face against her hair, his gaze dropping as he parted her legs and placed his hands on her inner thighs.

“I love it… Baby, you're so soft.”

At his response, Xia Yao reached up to caress his sharp jawline, tilting her chin up further. He answered the movement, lowering his head to capture her lips. His back arched as he bent, muscles rippling with strength.

The only light came from a dim hallway lamp, casting their intertwined shadows on the wall, intimate and heated, the air thick with desire. His profile was lean and elegant, his lowered lashes unable to hide the tenderness in his eyes. As he kissed her, he gently sucked on her lips and tongue, the pressure fluctuating.

After a while, he lowered his body further, his middle finger dipping into the delicate crease between her legs. He slid a knuckle inside, beginning to stroke her sensitive folds. With each movement, a fresh wave of heat and moisture seemed to bloom. He withdrew his finger slightly, a glistening strand of fluid clinging to the tip.

Enveloped by his warm, broad body, Xia Yao felt like butter melting. The touch of his hand between her legs sent shivers of pleasure through her. Her cl1t throbbed, a tingling sensation like tiny ants crawling across it. She instinctively tried to bring her knees together, but the moment the thought formed, he pressed them apart again.

The taller youth broke the kiss, shifting to kneel beside her. He pressed her face against his chest and sucked his finger clean before curling the others and pushing his middle finger fully inside her, stroking in and out.

His finger brought her to breathless gasps, her whole body writhing like a kitten seeking affection. He tilted her chin up mid-writhe, claiming her lips once more.

His tongue danced with hers, mimicking the rhythm of his finger exploring her core. A mixture of shyness and intense pleasure washed over her. She’d grown up without a mother, and aside from her boyfriend, no one had ever been this intimate with her.

Once his single finger moved freely within her, Zhou Ye flipped his wrist, adding his index finger alongside it. His fingers, slender and clean, with prominent knuckles, slipped easily into her passage, already slick from his teasing.

He moved his two fingers in tandem, a clear, rhythmic pulse within her. His thumb rested nearby, occasionally stroking her cl1t. The rapid in-and-out motion of his fingers produced a soft, squelching sound.

The delicate flesh shielding her entrance grew increasingly sensitive under the friction of his two fingers, the tingling pleasure intensifying. He curved his fingers upwards inside her, heightening the sensation. He touched the most sensitive point within her, sending a jolt of electricity through her limbs. She gasped, reaching for his lips, her body aching with a hollow need.

He brought her to the brink of org4sm with his skillful for3play. She twitched with each slick stroke, her hips and lower abdomen bucking, a small burst of fluid escaping her, intensifying the tingling.

“Mmm…” She tried to cry out, to tell him how good it felt, but his lips sealed hers, his tongue swirling against hers.

Just as he was about to push her over the edge, he abruptly withdrew his fingers. His palm was soaked, coated in the evidence of his intimate touch.

“Want my c0ck inside you now? Hmm?” His voice was thick with desire, the words clipped.

“Yes,” she whimpered, a desperate edge to her voice. The abrupt halt of pleasure left her on the verge of tears.