Yan Zhen, still hazy with pleasure, flinched at the sudden intrusion. She instinctively tried to twist away, but he held her still, murmuring, "It's okay, just my finger."

He probed deeper, patiently stretching her. Her sensitive passage, still slick from her org4sm, pulsed around his finger, almost too tight, yet drawing him in.

Yan Zhen moaned, her body melting against him, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure swirling within her.

Chen Huaixu's fingertip explored her inner walls, his touch alternating between gentle strokes and firmer pressure. Feeling her relax further, he slowly added a second finger, pushing gently until she fully accommodated them, her entrance clinging to the base of his fingers.

He continued this slow, teasing build-up until he had three fingers inside, then began a rhythmic pumping, swirling his fingertips within her.

Yan Zhen gripped his arm, her breath coming in short gasps as his fingers moved inside her. She instinctively arched her hips to meet his touch, her eyes glazed with unshed tears.

Suddenly, he stopped.

The abrupt stillness left Yan Zhen suspended in a torturous limbo. She opened her eyes, confusion clouding her gaze as she looked at him.

He chuckled, his fingers resuming their dance. "Greedy little thing."

By the time he brought her to another cl1max with his fingers, Yan Zhen was completely limp. She lay nestled in the sheets, her core tingling and exquisitely sensitive from his ministrations, leaking at the slightest touch.

As she drifted, the sound of tearing foil reached her ears.

When she focused again, Chen Huaixu was sheathed and leaning over her, his body pressing between her legs. His already hard c0ck nudged against her sensitive center.

"The first time might hurt a little," his voice was low, laced with tenderness. "I'll be gentle. Tell me if it hurts."

Yan Zhen responded with a hazy murmur, her cheeks flushed with desire. She bloomed beneath him, a vision of such exquisite beauty that he couldn't look away.

He kissed her lips, his hand guiding her hips as he aligned himself with her entrance. He pushed forward, slowly entering her.

She tensed as she felt the hard length stretching her, so much thicker than his fingers. Chen Huaixu held her close, kissing and soothing her. Despite his gentle words, his actions were firm, preventing her from escaping as he steadily pushed deeper.

The stretching sensation, the feeling of being filled, sent shivers through her. Thanks to his long and patient foreplay, Yan Zhen was already so arovsed and wet that the discomfort was minimal, replaced by a wave of unfamiliar pleasure spreading from her core.

As he filled her completely, Yan Zhen bit her lip, feeling she was reaching her limit.

"...That's enough..." she whimpered, the fullness overwhelming her. "It's so full..."

Chen Huaixu guided her hand to where they were joined, his voice a low chuckle. "But baby, you've only taken half of me."

Confused, she complained, "...It's so big!"

It was the kind of praise men loved to hear in bed, especially her unconscious exclamation, which made him even more satisfied.

"Silly girl," he nipped her cheek playfully. "You'll see the benefits soon enough."

"You're the silly one!" Yan Zhen, slightly irritated, tried to swat at him, but their joined bodies were too sensitive. The movement caused a delicious friction, drawing a gasp from both of them.

Chen Huaixu spanked her lightly. "Don't move."

He was already on the edge of exploding, trying to be gentle, and she was fanning the flames.