6. “You’re too heavy.”

Her inner thighs were slick and sticky. Jiang Yan wet his fingers and parted her plump labia.

His illicit desire, fueled by lust, was too direct. His fingertips fumbled, trying to penetrate the closed opening. The foreign sensation made her instinctively want to close her legs, but she only clamped down on his waist, bringing them even closer.

Jiang Yan adjusted his position, shifting his weight to his legs to avoid pressing down on her entirely and hurting her.

He hadn’t taken off his clothes. As he leaned in close to her, the rough edge of his shorts chafed her sensitive clit, teasingly, making Lin Xingzi increasingly restless.

The man buried his head in her neck, raining down dense kisses. Everything was damp, indistinguishable as to whether it was her sweat from being too hot or the saliva left from his fervent kisses all over her body.

His large hand completely enveloped her vulva, welcoming the fluids flowing from her depths. Her shoulders and collarbone were covered in his marks. He took her earlobe into his mouth. She was ticklish and recoiled, her soft, petulant voice indistinct, “Are you a dog or something...?”

Jiang Yan’s kisses were tender and lingering. Lin Xingzi, wanting to make him look good, lifted her head and bit his Adam’s apple, but he squeezed her shoulder, pressing her back into the pillow, and slid his tongue into her mouth, a direct and erotic gesture.

It was late, and the lights were dim; even the sound of their lips and teeth intertwining was amplified. Lin Xingzi was lost in his kiss. The foreplay was long, and her eyes were already hazy. Her hands roamed over his body, and he used her hands to help him undress.

His erect cock pushed against his underwear, and the fluid seeping from his urethral opening created a dark ring around it. She was extremely wet, slick as if covered in honey. Jiang Yan guided his cock, rubbed it against her inner thigh twice, and then pressed it against her opening.

Lin Xingzi felt increasingly empty. “Jiang Yan...”

This half-spoken, suggestive hint sent Jiang Yan’s blood surging and his soul trembling. He had longed for this, patiently building up the foreplay, but in these few seconds, he couldn’t hold back. He aimed and thrust his entire cock in.

His large hand clasped her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace, as if to embed her into his body.

“You...” Her body tensed, unsure whether to resist or yield. “You’re rough! You... ah... mmm... wait... I... stop...”

He didn’t even give her time to breathe and adapt. He just held her and began to move, shattering her exasperated protests.

Lin Xingzi was an only child, the youngest in both her paternal and maternal families, showered with endless affection. Lin Sang, who was around her age, had a twin brother, Lin Ke, born half an hour later. Jiang Yan was in the same class as this brother and sister duo since his first year of high school. For the two years before his third year of high school, when he hadn’t met Lin Xingzi, he heard her name countless times from the siblings.

During the summer after her junior high entrance exam, Lin Ke took her out on his bicycle, and they both ended up falling—one broke an arm, the other a leg. They both returned to school with casts, and Lin Sang, unable to bear the sight, deliberately arrived two periods late.

There was a long flight of steps between the teaching building and the school gate. When Jiang Yan received the call to pick up Lin Ke, Lin Ke waved his hand grandly, ‘Brother, you should carry my sister instead. If I make her hop to the classroom on one leg, I’ll be six feet under tomorrow.’

She knew he was her brother’s friend and her mother’s student, so she didn’t hesitate to order him to squat down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lay on his back.

On a hot September morning, her school uniform, damp with sweat, seemed to outline the curves hidden beneath her neckline. He could almost imagine the shape of that soft flesh after being pressed. The words he wanted to say, about her not swinging her foot, caught in his throat.

He carried her like that for two months.

He was in his third year of high school, and her first-year teaching building was across half the sports field. Some teachers loved to drag out classes, and if he arrived late, she would be displeased. One moment her leg hurt, the next she said she was thirsty and wanted an ice-cold cola.

There were no shops inside the school, so he had to go out to buy it. After buying it, he would climb nine floors to deliver it to her classroom. Then she would say cola had too much sugar and would make her fat, so he would go back the same way to buy yogurt.

Whether it was eight years ago at school or after they registered their marriage due to a misunderstanding, Jiang Yan had always indulged Lin Xingzi. Whatever she said was fine; whatever she wanted, he gave.

His only forceful side was in bed.

After his large, hard cock broke past her labia, it directly and pleasurably released its desire. That night before the new year, he maintained only one position from start to finish, just like now. After the initial pain, pleasure surged like a tide, and more fluid flowed from her wetness.

“You’re too heavy...” she gasped, her fingers threading through his short hair. He released her beautifully reddened nipple from his mouth and kissed his way up from her chest.