Returning - Chapter 90
Chapter 90: First Time
As those hot, wet lips and tongue lapped and sucked at her lower belly, a numb, tingling sensation spread bit by bit from her skin through her entire body. Zhao Yu even felt as if a scratch had landed right on her heart — an itch that went deep.
She had been with several men, yet apart from a certain distant period of time, she had rarely been treated with such extreme tenderness in bed. This feeling of Ji Sui handling her with such careful reverence, as if she were a precious treasure, left her more achingly empty than any kind of fierce teasing ever could.
"Mmm..." Her lower body was already a flooded disaster. She could only press her legs together and writhe against the sheets, her belly arching up instinctively, rubbing again and again against the warmth of his lips. A muffled moan of unbearable need escaped her. "Ji Sui... mmm ah..."
Her lounge pants and panties had been stripped down together to her knees. As Ji Sui's lips kissed slowly down along her belly, his fingers also probed between her tightly closed legs. Beneath the soft, downy hair lay a sticky, slippery mess.
"Ah..." The moment he touched her entrance, she trembled and gasped. Her dripping, slick lips contracted sharply, instantly swallowing a short segment of his finger inside.
Wet, hot, slippery, and soft — but with astonishing grip. Only the very tip of his fingertip had been taken in, but Ji Sui felt this exquisite sensation was about to drive him insane.
If just a small finger could be so tightly sheathed by her, what would it be like when that thick, rigid thing straining between his legs was put inside?
He couldn't wait any longer. His lower abdomen felt swollen to the point of bursting, yet he feared that being too rough would hurt her. He could only endure the agonizing discomfort in his groin, add another finger into her tight opening, stir patiently, and use the pads of his fingers to stroke back and forth along the slick crease at the heart of her thighs.
"Ah... mmm..." The moment his fingertip brushed against her sensitive clit, Zhao Yu shuddered violently again, her voice trembling slightly. "The condoms... condoms are in the... the nightstand drawer..."
The itch deep within her passage was unbearably intense, but given the persona she maintained before him, she couldn't very well, on their first time together, outright and bluntly tell him to get inside her. So she could only use this as a way to hurry him along.
Ji Sui understood. He quickly straightened up, opened the nightstand drawer, and took out a box of condoms that had already been opened.
Spotting the empty slots inside the box, he couldn't help but freeze for a moment. An image from that earlier dream surfaced unbidden in his mind: her being pinned down and pounded fiercely by Xue Zi'ang, weeping and crying out to him for help.
A pang of bitterness and sour jealousy stung his heart — jealousy that others had possessed her, too.
Yet at the same time, an even sharper ache of pity rose. Pity that someone so kind and beautiful had been treated so roughly by someone else.
Zhao Yu assumed that after grabbing the condom, Ji Sui would get straight to the main event. To her surprise, he set the box aside, shifted his body down, and bent over to press his lips to her belly once again.
In a moment like this, burning with such fierce desire, she didn't need such a prolonged prelude. She let out a soft hum and twisted her waist again, signaling for him to hurry up and enter her.
Finally, her pants were pulled off completely, and her legs were spread apart by his hands. Just as she was raising her knees and arching her back, ready and waiting to receive his entrance — a soft, slick tongue suddenly licked at her mound.
Zhao Yu flinched and curled up sharply. Before she could even speak, that wet, slippery tongue had already covered her erect clit, toying with it carefully, lapping and licking.
"Ah... don't... it's dirty..." The words coming from her mouth were an act, but in her heart, she was truly shocked. She had never imagined that a man like him, so clearly lacking any sexual experience, would go down on her the very first time.
Strong hands pressed firmly on her two wayward legs. Ji Sui didn't speak, only continued using the tip of his tongue to circle and tease her clit.
"Mmm..." Stimulated by the dual rush of both psychological and physical pleasure, her body twisted wildly. She grabbed at the sheets, gasping for air. Warm liquid gushed continuously from her hole, spilling onto the bed.
Only after he had taken the delicate bud into his mouth and given it a few firm sucks did Ji Sui move his tongue down to lick and suck along that drenched crevice. His movements were raw, lacking any skill, but they made Zhao Yu's scalp go numb. She curled her entire body into a tight ball, whimpering aloud.
The juices gushing out drenched his lips, tongue, and chin. He lifted his head, pressed his lips together, and tried to swallow. Staring at her convulsively fluttering entrance and the unceasing stream of fluid, he licked his lips and buried his head down again, patiently lapping, sucking, and swallowing down every last bit of the liquid he gathered.
His breathing was ragged, and his scorching breath sprayed against the tender flesh at the core of her thighs, bringing an entirely different, wondrous sensation quite separate from the touch of lips and tongue. Zhao Yu couldn't help but press her legs together, plant the soles of her feet on his back, and clamp tightly around his head — maximizing the psychological pleasure of being so willingly, so devotedly serviced by a man.
At the moment of orgasm, she was so overcome with ecstasy that she couldn't make a sound. She just quivered and panted beneath his lips, her high, full breasts, still encased in her bra, jiggling up and down in time, rippling into wave after wave of alluring motion.
The sight made Ji Sui's eyes blaze red. No longer able to contain his body's desire, he tore open the condom and clumsily put it on. Spreading her legs apart, he slowly pressed his way inside.
Still not fully recovered from the lingering aftershocks of her climax, Zhao Yu cried out softly. The walls of her inner passage contracted violently, clamping down so hard that he, with barely the tip inside, could no longer advance. Instead, he clenched his jaw and fought for breath, gasping raggedly.
Ji Sui seriously suspected he might come just from being sheathed by her, even before he was fully inside. So he could only guard his ejaculatory gate with his life, halting his inward push for the moment to wait for her body to relax.
Guessing the predicament he was now in, Zhao Yu dared not stimulate him further. She could only cooperate by lying stiffly on the bed, trying her utmost to still the quivering of her inner walls, giving him a moment to breathe.
Ji Sui leaned down to kiss her, but as he approached her lips, he suddenly realized his mouth was still coated with the fluids from her lower body. So he moved his lips to her long, slender neck instead, kissing her with aching tenderness.
A good while later, when both their panting had somewhat steadied, he finally reached out to cup her bottom and began pushing in little by little with the movement of his hips.
Zhao Yu wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her belly up to meet his penetration. At the same time, she took the initiative to press her lips to his, utterly unbothered by the taste on them, and kissed him with fervent passion.
Afraid he wouldn't be able to hold himself back, and equally afraid of hurting her, Ji Sui dared not pound with too much force or speed. He only moved in and out of her with gentle, steady motions, even adhering strictly to the classic "nine shallow, one deep" rhythm, thrusting back and forth with a measured cadence.
No practical combat experience, but more than sufficient theoretical knowledge.
After drawing that mental conclusion, Zhao Yu couldn't hold back the question any longer: "Are you... is this your... first time?"
Her own judgment and hearing him say it himself were two completely different things.
Thinking she was commenting on his poor technique, Ji Sui felt his cheeks flush hot. With a hint of wounded pride and a need to prove himself, he drove fiercely into her a few times, then answered in a muffled voice: "Mm."
"And that time you kissed me before... was that also your first kiss?"
"Mm."
In that moment, Zhao Yu abruptly felt a surge of particularly intense pleasure. He hadn't even exerted that much force, yet she nearly peaked again.
A man like him would never be short of women around him. As long as he was willing, what kind of woman couldn't he sleep with? The only reason his first kiss and first night were still intact must be because of Zhuang Yiqing.
But now, hadn't she just taken the body he had kept for that woman for twenty-eight years?
"Ji Sui... do you truly like me?"
"Mm."
"Do you truly... only see Zhuang Yiqing as... your sister now?"
"Mm."
Look, she had even captured his heart.
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