Returning - Chapter 143
Chapter 143: A Dream That Felt Real
When Ling Jianwei saw Zhuang Ye and Tang Xi being intimate, he had sometimes wondered what kissing felt like, what her lips would taste like.
But the moment such thoughts flickered through his mind, he would feel utterly ashamed and desperately force himself not to dwell on them.
Yet when she actually kissed him, he still didn't get his answer.
Because his entire being went blank—his heart stopped beating, his brain forgot to function. He could only stand there frozen, letting her lips press against his and gently brush back and forth.
By the time he registered what was happening, not only had she pried open his mouth, but something between his legs was already being held in her hand through his pants.
Instinctively, he stumbled backward a large step and stared at her with a face full of alarm. His chest heaved violently, his breathing suddenly chaotic, and his mouth moved several times without producing a single sound.
She looked at him, amused. "What? You don't want me? Don't want to kiss me?"
Of course he did—he dreamed of it—but now that it was actually happening, he couldn't believe it at all. He even secretly pinched his thigh, hard.
It hurt. Not a dream.
But in his heart, she was such a perfect, flawless existence that he even felt his touch alone would defile her.
She walked toward him again, wrapped both arms around his neck. Her bright eyes shimmered as she smiled enchantingly. "Do you really... not want me?"
His heart raced wildly. Rapid, scorching breaths spilled onto her face right in front of him. Even though she hadn't done anything to him, he could still clearly feel a certain place below quietly changing.
He just stared at her blankly, unable to open his mouth, unable to look away.
She smiled and rose onto her tiptoes again, slowly bringing her delicate red lips closer.
This time, he didn't retreat—didn't want to retreat—but he still couldn't control his nervousness, so he simply shut his eyes tight.
This time, he finally learned: her lips were so, so soft. When they touched his, it felt like countless electric currents surged through him, instantly making his whole body go numb and weak, draining all his strength.
Once more, she pried open his teeth. Her tongue slowly pushed inside, licked his tongue, then swirled wantonly in his mouth.
He finally tasted her—so sweet, so alluring. The moment he got a taste, it was like an addiction. He frantically sought out her tongue, clumsily following its rhythm.
He couldn't help but reach out and wrap his arms around her shoulders. Mimicking what he had seen Zhuang Ye do, he pressed one hand firmly against the back of her head and cautiously pulled her tighter against him.
It was just a kiss, yet he felt all the blood in his body boiling, his skin burning hot. Especially that thing between his legs—it was even hotter and more unbearable, completely out of control, rapidly swelling and pressing straight against her lower abdomen.
She patiently guided him, tangling her lips and tongue with his while sliding her hands from his shoulders downward, tracing along his body. Even through his clothes, she ignited small flame after small flame all over him, until her hands finally landed heavily on his crotch.
He let out a muffled groan. His lower abdomen quivered slightly, but he unconsciously pressed closer to her, pushing that already rock-hard, burning thing into her hand.
She released his lips and leaned softly against his chest, her eyes glazed with seduction. "Carry me to the bed."
That light, gentle voice was like magic—absolutely irresistible. Ling Jianwei thought that even if she had told him to jump off the nineteenth floor right then, he probably wouldn't have hesitated.
He bent down, scooped her up, carefully laid her on the large bed in the bedroom, and pressed his body against hers.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, arched her waist upward, and rubbed her lower abdomen back and forth against his already erect and throbbing member. In a soft voice, she murmured, "Help me take off my clothes."
When his fingertips touched her collar, he was still trembling uncontrollably. Especially when he accidentally brushed the fair, tender skin of her neck—he became even more intensely nervous. Gazing at her alluring appearance, he swallowed awkwardly.
She smiled, held his hand, and guided him step by step to unbutton her blouse. Seeing the full breasts wrapped in sexy lingerie underneath, his Adam's apple bobbed even more violently.
She continued pulling his hand to slip under the hem of her skirt, making him grip the edge of her panties, then lifted her hips to help him pull them down.
Since the skirt was pushed up to her waist, he saw at a glance the most mysterious place between her legs—fair skin, dark hair, a tender pink slit.
He felt something abruptly explode in his brain. In that instant, he completely lost all reason. Unable to control himself any longer, he lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss, his hands kneading her chest wildly. The more urgent he became, the more he couldn't figure out how to unfasten her bra. In the end, he simply pushed the thin layer of fabric upward and impatiently caressed the two tender mounds.
She writhed and moaned beneath him, her hands just as busy undoing his pants. When that massive, burning member sprang against her bare lower abdomen, she even took the initiative to spread her legs and wrap them around his waist, adjusting the angle so her core rubbed against the heated shaft and tip.
He was so aroused he kept sucking in sharp breaths, hot blood surging continuously. Very quickly, relying purely on instinct, he found the tender entrance and urgently thrust his hips forward, pushing inside.
"Mmm..."
She bit her lip and let out a low cry. Instantly terrified, he hurriedly stopped, looking at her expression that seemed somewhere between pain and pleasure. He asked carefully, "Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head, thrust her hips upward forcefully, and immediately, that tight little hole swallowed more than half of him.
The clenching grip made him groan. A thin layer of sweat beaded on his forehead. He took several deep breaths, barely managing to steady himself, before continuing to thrust deeper.
Seeing her close her eyes as if she were in great pain, he still couldn't tell whether she was comfortable or uncomfortable. But feeling those soft walls squeezing him relentlessly, he suddenly realized: "I... I'm not wearing a condom... I'll go buy one..."
As he spoke, he started to pull out, but she wouldn't let him. "No need. I won't get pregnant. I won't..."
He asked, "You... you're on the pill?"
She let out a low laugh. "Mm, I took medicine. Won't get pregnant."
She pulled him even tighter, burying her entire face against his neck. "Faster... faster..."
Having received the command, he couldn't care about anything else. Clamping his hands around her waist, he began thrusting frantically.
But inside her was so soft and so tight. Every entry and withdrawal locked onto him fiercely, driving him increasingly wild with need. Before long, he lost control and erupted.
She seemed a little surprised and asked with a smile, "You've never done it with another woman? Your first time?"
His cheeks and ears burned red again. He was so mortified he wanted the ground to swallow him. Even without experience, he knew that for men, the longer you lasted, the better. And he probably hadn't even lasted five minutes before coming, and she seemed... she didn't seem to have climaxed at all.
She was still smiling. "Is kissing also your first time?"
He nodded, not daring to look at her at all.
"It's fine. Experts say not being able to last more than two minutes counts as premature ejaculation, and it's your first time. All men shoot instantly their first time."
Though she was clearly trying to comfort him, her tone sounded so much like teasing—especially those two words—that they struck his ears as utterly humiliating.
Flustered by her smiling expression, he gritted his teeth and continued moving his hips, thrusting inside her again. "Let's go again."
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