Zhong Lin couldn't bring himself to push any deeper. But with his shaft poised at her entrance, he couldn't bear to pull out either. He remained frozen, his thick length stretching her open, her soft flesh clinging to the tip. Her top was pulled askew, his iron grip still tight around her waist.
He finally released her lips, leaving them swollen and glistening, stained with the lingering moisture. Zhong Lin's gaze deepened.
Jiang Yi quickly pressed her thighs together, covering her mouth with her hand. A muffled sound escaped. "Pull it… pull it out." Her brow furrowed, her eyes pleading.
A wave of tenderness washed over Zhong Lin, warring with a brutal urge to possess her completely. She's so beautiful, he thought. I want to take her, to ravage her, to see her cry and beg beneath me. The thought was intoxicating, irresistible.
He removed her hand, cradling the back of her head, and claimed her mouth again. How can her lips be so sweet? I could kiss them forever. With a thrust of his hips, he withdrew slightly.
Jiang Yi sighed in relief, but before her entrance could contract, he pushed back in.
"Mm!" The fullness wasn't as intense this time, but the impact still jolted her. How can he...?
Before she could protest, her mouth was sealed again, his tongue tangling with hers, while below, he began to tease her entrance with his length. He hadn't fully penetrated her; his tip hadn't breached that delicate barrier. But even this shallow intrusion was enough, stretching her to the limit, a tantalizing torment.
With each in and out movement, Jiang Yi's body began to adjust. A strange heat bloomed within her, arousing a slick wetness that coated him, drawn out with each stroke.
"Ah... hmm..." Their bodies moved together, a symphony of almost-touches, building a shared desire.
After fifteen minutes of this exquisite torture, the car slowed and finally stopped.
"Mr. Zhong, we've arrived," the driver's voice announced through the intercom.
Zhong Lin pressed the button. "Take us to the garage." He still held Jiang Yi close, his grip unwavering.
Once in the garage, the car parked, Zhong Lin dismissed the driver. "You can go home now."
Now alone, Jiang Yi gently pushed against his chest. "We… we should go inside."
Zhong Lin withdrew, his er3ction still throbbing. He carefully rearranged her clothes, then tucked himself back into his pants, fighting back the suffocating desire. He carried her inside.
Night had fallen, and the staff had left for the day. Zhong Lin carried Jiang Yi through the silent house. Even though they were alone, shame burned in her cheeks. She buried her face in his coat, as if hiding could erase the intimacy they had shared.
He carried her straight to his room. Jiang Yi lifted her head, confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. This is… Zhong Lin's room. It was just as she had imagined, minimalist and cool, restrained.
He placed her on the soft bed, then followed her down. This Zhong Lin, she thought, is anything but restrained.
"No… we can't," she whispered, scrambling away.
He caught her ankle, pulling her back. "I won't go inside this time. Don't be nervous."
He shed his clothes quickly. His er3ction hadn't softened; it sprang free, thick and proud.