YJDNY - 57

At nine o’clock in the evening, at the entrance, Zhou Xingyan’s expression remained unchanged, his dark eyes calm. He simply raised a hand to support her waist.

Xiang Ge seemed to choke, the earlier soft, charming air dissipating as her eyes widened slightly. “We haven’t seen each other for three months, and you’re inviting me for a walk?”

Zhou Xingyan’s eyelashes lowered, a smile curving his lips.

Xiang Ge hadn’t yet reacted.

With a smile, his hand that was lightly resting on her waist moved inward, pulling her into his embrace. His voice, carrying his breath, brushed against her fair earlobe. “You’re a bit cute.”

Xiang Ge lowered her head, her nose restlessly nuzzling him. “Have you learned bad habits?”

Zhou Xingyan stopped teasing her, raising a hand to pinch the round, full lobe of her ear. His voice lowered. “Want to?”

Her head, which had been moving back and forth restlessly, stopped. She remained quiet for a while before raising her head to look at him again.

Black met black, one deep and intense, the other bright and sparkling.

Xiang Ge looked at him for a moment, then, without speaking, licked her lips and tilted her head up to kiss him.

His lips were warm, the visible thinness concealing a soft thickness when held, the texture as delightful as soft candy.

Having drunk a little wine earlier, his breath carried a hint of alcohol, reminiscent of the Shaoxing rice wine milk tea they had once had, a subtly sweet and mellow flavor, intoxicatingly tempting.

She hooked an arm around his neck, her other hand sliding down from his chest, a boneless softness moving down his shirt, silently slipping out from the hem, hooking onto his belt, the slow movement masking her clumsiness.

Her fingertips were cool, and as she fumbled with his belt buckle, they repeatedly brushed against the bare skin of his lower abdomen, her fingers a little stiff and trembling, seemingly unable to find the knack.

The metal belt buckle made a few faint clicks, but remained firmly fastened at his waist.

Zhou Xingyan, his lips still on hers, chuckled softly.

Xiang Ge opened her eyes, looking annoyed and embarrassed. She pulled her hand away and pushed him twice.

He released her, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Xiang Ge looked up, her long eyelashes casting soft shadows, her lips wet and glistening, her small mouth breathing rapidly as she glared at him.

Zhou Xingyan was still smiling, raising a hand to wipe away a trace of saliva from the corner of her lips. “I’ll do it myself.”

Xiang Ge pursed her lips. “I couldn’t see like that just now.” She paused, her eyes flicking away from his. “And it was only with one hand.”

Zhou Xingyan smiled, licked his lips, and hummed in agreement, lowering his hand to his belt.

Before he could move, the person in front of him grabbed his hand and pulled it away.

Xiang Ge looked up, giving him a warning glance, her face showing a hint of stubbornness. “I’ll do it.”

Zhou Xingyan obediently withdrew his hand, ready to let her struggle.

Xiang Ge took a low breath and knelt directly in front of him.

Zhou Xingyan hadn’t expected her to kneel, his body stiffening, instinctively leaning back, but her hand, hooked on his waistband, prevented him from moving.

Her knees were on the floor, her head at just the right height to be level with his waist. Her head tilted, she stared intently at his belt buckle for a moment, a serious expression on her face.

Zhou Xingyan looked down at her, his breath catching slightly.

Xiang Ge didn’t notice his change in demeanor. Like a child studying a problem, her soft white hands grasped his belt, fiddling with it. She made an “ah” sound, trying to unfasten it.

With a soft click, Zhou Xingyan’s waist loosened.

Xiang Ge held one end, slowly pulling it out, then looked up at him, her eyes curved in a slightly smug, proud expression.

“Get up, the floor is cold.” Zhou Xingyan’s voice was hoarse.

Xiang Ge didn’t listen. She didn’t move. Now that the belt was out, her hand was already on his trouser fly, casually and naturally resting there, her voice a soft, lingering murmur. “Let me help you.”

She knelt before him, looking up at him, her long eyes shimmering.

The visual and sensory stimulation traveled to his central nervous system, and his body responded quickly.

Zhou Xingyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, a sensation of heat slowly spreading downwards.

Xiang Ge’s fingers rested on his fly, the part of her palm near her wrist clearly feeling something throb, then slowly, through the fabric, aligning with the pulse of his artery.

She froze for a moment, staring directly at that spot.

Zhou Xingyan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Stand up first.”

Xiang Ge seemed not to hear, completely ignoring him. She unbuttoned his trousers, her fingertips pinching the zipper, slowly pulling it down.

The sound of the metal zipper being pulled down was clear and abrupt in the silent entrance. She pulled it halfway down, and Zhou Xingyan suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Xiang Ge tilted her head, looking at him with confusion.

Their eyes met, and she realized his unusual state.

If the temperature of a gaze could be visualized, Xiang Ge felt she might already be medium-well.

Xiang Ge was a little surprised by his strong reaction. She struggled her hand, but couldn’t break free.

Zhou Xingyan’s hand, gripping her wrist, had veins bulging on the back. He pulled her upwards, his eyes lowered as he repeated, “Get up.”

Xiang Ge reluctantly stood up. Only then did he release her hand. She pulled her hand away and went to unbutton his shirt.

He was wearing a white shirt with wooden buttons, the edges rounded and polished, the patterns delicately and meticulously carved. She had seen him wear it once before, the time they met at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

At that time, Xiang Ge’s fingers had itched to undo those expensive-looking buttons to see his reaction, to see at what point he would lose control.

Thinking this, her movements stopped. She suddenly leaned closer, her head near his, hooking his button with her mouth, wanting to bite it open.

She had already undone the top two, revealing the man’s toned chest. She leaned in, her nose touching his hard abs, stray hairs softly brushing his chest.

Biting the button seemed no less difficult than undoing the belt with one hand. Xiang Ge tried for a while, her jaw aching, and gave up, biting his chest muscle in a gesture of surrender before looking up at him with a compromising expression.

Zhou Xingyan lowered his eyes, his voice low and husky. “Had enough playing?”

Xiang Ge pouted. “I was trying hard to please you.”

Her hand was still on his abdomen, tracing the lines of his abs downwards, piece by piece. She shook her head. “I always thought you’d be all pale and soft, but I didn’t expect you to be in such good shape.”

Zhou Xingyan chuckled softly, raising a hand to take hers, pulling it over to his waist. His other hand gripped her loose, soft shirt, stroking her spine.

Xiang Ge shivered.

His fingertips slowly traced her vertebrae, one by one upwards, reaching the edge of her bra, then moving around to the front. He lowered his head, his lips pressing down her neck, nibbling at her collarbone.

Xiang Ge’s hand gripping his waist tightened, and she closed her eyes.

The hand Zhou Xingyan had placed over hers was now gone, his lips and teeth working to undo the shirt buttons one by one. The soft, thin fabric fell open, her chest feeling the cool air, immediately followed by the warmth of his lips pressing against her skin, finally stopping at the edge of her bra, fitting snugly.

Xiang Ge’s eyes snapped open, and she gently pushed him.

Zhou Xingyan raised his head, a burning glint in his eyes. His hands didn’t stop, moving directly around to her back.

Xiang Ge’s chest loosened. Her fingertips, gripping him, trembled, and she bit her lip. “You’re not allowed to dislike me...”

Zhou Xingyan didn’t seem to be listening, his head lowering again, his hot lips pressing against her fair, soft flesh. His fingertips hooked the edge of her bra, pulling it down along with her shirt.

The shirt fell, half-hanging with her bra in the crook of her elbow, her pale shoulders exposed to the cool air. Xiang Ge shrugged slightly, leaning forward a little.

The kitchen, dining room, and entrance lights were all on, brightly illuminating the scene. The woman’s skin was so white it was almost translucent, the veins seemingly visible beneath.

Further down, the vibrant points trembled, as if as uneasy as their owner.

Like adorable little berries.

Zhou Xingyan’s gaze deepened, and he lowered his head to take one into his mouth.

Xiang Ge moaned, her head tilting back slightly, her neck stretching into a long line.

The tender tip was enveloped by his moist mouth, teased, lightly bitten. His hot palm covered the other side, his fingertips kneading.

Xiang Ge’s body went weak, pushing his head with almost negligible force. “The lights... turn off the lights.”

Zhou Xingyan completely ignored her, pulling back slightly, his eyes lowered to look at the pitiful, wet, and glistening red bud he had been tormenting. He raised a hand to pinch it.

She let out a soft cry, burying her head in his neck.

Zhou Xingyan held her close, his other hand moving down, lifting her skirt and sliding along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, reaching her groin, feeling the fabric of her panties.

He paused, his fingertips covering the softest part in the middle, tentatively probing inwards.

Xiang Ge’s legs felt weak, a sticky, soft sound escaping her lips, earning him a deeper breath. The movement of his hand grew a little heavier, pushing the soft fabric in an inch, wetness seeping through the material and enveloping his fingertips.

Zhou Xingyan withdrew his fingers slightly, hooking the edge of her panties and pulling them open. His fingers, unimpeded, touched the soft core.

His fingertip rested on the opening, feeling the strands of moisture seeping out. He slowly pushed his fingertip inside.

Just as he entered a little, she suddenly raised her hand, pressing down on the back of his hand, and looked up at him.

Zhou Xingyan stopped his movements, nibbling at the skin of her neck. “Uncomfortable?”

Xiang Ge’s eyes were red-rimmed, her dark pupils also wet. She shook her head and took a small step back, pressing against his abdomen.

He looked at her without moving, his fingers obediently withdrawing from under her skirt, the tips glistening with clear fluid.

Her shirt and bra hung on her, half-fallen, the two points on her pale chest erect and trembling with her movements.

Xiang Ge bent down, her hands reaching under her skirt, hooking the edge of her panties and slowly pulling them down. The damp, soft fabric slid over her thighs and knees, down to her calves and ankles. She lifted one foot, slipped them off, and tossed the wet fabric aside. She looked up at him, her voice soft, slightly hoarse, like fine sand on a beach. “Will this be more convenient for you?”

Zhou Xingyan’s lips were pressed into a tight line. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, turning her around and pushing her against the wall, lifting her skirt to explore again.

This time, he seemed to have reached his limit. His hands didn’t stop, his fingertips entering her opening and slowly pushing in.

Xiang Ge’s bare back pressed against the cold wall, feeling something foreign entering her body.

Like ice and fire, a slight sensation of intrusion and pain. She couldn’t even distinguish whether the temperature of his fingers was cold or hot.

Zhou Xingyan’s long finger remained inside her, feeling the soft inner walls gripping his finger, both resisting and welcoming, pushing and sucking in a yielding embrace.

After a few seconds, he slowly withdrew, the flesh closing again where his fingertip had been, until he thrust in once more.

Stirring back and forth, soft sounds of moisture arose.

Xiang Ge’s one hand gripped his shoulder, her head tilted back, eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering. Her other hand slid down his abs to his V-line, her fingers trembling as she reached lower.

Her fingertips touched something hot and hard. She opened her eyes slightly, her palm reaching out, tentatively and gently encircling it.

The fingers moving slowly in and out of her suddenly thrust deeply inside.

Xiang Ge cried out softly, her hand unconsciously tightening around him.

Zhou Xingyan’s whole body stiffened, a low, uncontrolled gasp escaping his throat.

Only then did Xiang Ge come back to her senses. Her hand loosened a little, a bit uneasy. “Did I hurt you?”

Zhou Xingyan chuckled. “Who would be hurting more?”

Xiang Ge’s single hand struggled to encircle him, hot and hard, feeling as if there was a small heart beating slowly and heavily in her grasp.

She pouted, finally gathering her courage to look down, her long eyelashes casting a low shadow. “It’s not very good-looking, and a bit big,” she looked up, her wet eyes meeting his, “will it hurt a lot?”

Zhou Xingyan let out a suppressed breath, looking at her helplessly. “Are you asking me?”

Xiang Ge took a deep breath, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She lifted her skirt with one hand and directly guided him, pulling him all the way to her core. “Then let’s try.”

Zhou Xingyan pulled back slightly. “Wait a moment.”

Xiang Ge held onto him, her hand not letting go, pulling him back.

Zhou Xingyan hissed softly, unable to move.

He looked down at her, licking his lips. “I’ll go get something.”

The usually cool and aloof man now had his shirt open, revealing the smooth lines of his muscles, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, his chest rising and falling.

The sight of his flushed tongue licking his thin lips, his teeth clenched as he suppressed his desire, made Xiang Ge feel a fleeting sense of temptation.

Xiang Ge had never truly understood the phrase “beauty is alluring” before, because she herself was already beautiful enough. Only now did she truly grasp its meaning.

Xiang Ge blinked, leaning in to press against him. “No need to get anything, just like this.”

The hot, hard object pressed against her wet entrance, scalding her, making her shrink back. A suffocating sense of pressure, completely unlike the feeling of his fingers.

She hesitated, unable to move.

Zhou Xingyan forcefully suppressed the urge to thrust himself inside, his voice hoarse. “Then to the bed?”

Xiang Ge tentatively pushed forward, just barely entering him, then quickly retreated, looking up at him, her soft entrance unconsciously gripping and wriggling around his tip. “Will it be better on the bed?”

Zhou Xingyan gritted his back teeth, his patience at its end. He directly pulled away her hand, which was still holding his manhood, and pinned it down. His other hand gripped her slender waist, pressing her tightly against the wall, and thrust himself in.

With the sudden impact, a cry escaped her lips. Her eyes instantly reddened, her whole body stiffening as she tried to pull back.

Behind her was the cold wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat. Her shrinking body caused the soft flesh inside her to contract, tightly clenching around him.

He was deeply buried within her, not moving, lowering his head to kiss her wet eyelids.

Her lower body ached with discomfort. Xiang Ge took a moment to adjust, her entire weight supported by him and the wall. Her eyes red, she glared at him and bit hard into the flesh of his shoulder without any mercy.

Zhou Xingyan laboriously pulled out a little, then thrust back in extremely slowly, stopping.

He patiently waited back and forth for a while before Xiang Ge finally sniffled, her stiff body slowly softening.

He felt it, scooping her up and pushing deeper. “Still hurt?”

Xiang Ge shook her head, her body moving forward in a welcoming gesture. “Go slowly, try moving.”

He carefully and slowly pulled out. She suddenly seemed to remember something, lifting her head from his neck, her small face still pitiful as she looked at him. “Xingxing, I heard that guys’ first time is usually over quickly. Don’t worry, I won’t laugh at you.”

“...”

Zhou Xingyan chuckled, his hand gripping her wrist and directly pinning it to the wall, thrusting in hard.

Xiang Ge cried out.

He lowered his head, licking her earlobe, thrusting into her again and again. “Quick or not, there will be a second time.”

Xiang Ge was swaying all over. “Slower... go slower, wuwu...”

Zhou Xingyan’s breath was hot and rapid, his fingers finding her chest, pinching and kneading. “No, how can it be quick if it’s slow...”

She whimpered, grabbing his hand, trying to pull it away. “Don’t...”

He completely ignored her, lowering his head to take the other side into his mouth, his teeth lightly biting.

A sharp stinging sensation mixed with pleasure made Xiang Ge cry out, her voice broken by the impact. “Wuwu, don’t bite...”

His teeth obediently loosened, his soft tongue licking the tooth marks soothingly, his lower body moving in and out rhythmically.

Xiang Ge was almost crying. “...Zhou Xingyan, lift your head.”

“Slower... go slower...”

“Wuwu, Zhou Xingyan, I’ll fuck your ancestors...”

“Why the hell haven’t you finished yet!”

“...”