Yifei lay sprawled across the centre of the bed.
She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, softly breathing through her nose while looking vulnerable, but determined.
Not anymore.
Her thighs were still damp from the shower, the trail of her orgasm glistening faintly where it clung between her legs. She didn't cover herself or even try. Nor did she ask what came next.
I leaned over her.
She closed her eyes.
Our lips met again — slow, deep, her breath caught halfway through the kiss as I slid my hand up her side and cupped her breast, skin-to-skin.
"Hnn… John…"
She whispered it into my mouth.
I kissed her again, this time softer. Her fingers curled into my shoulders. Her legs opened with no need to be told, one knee rising, the towel falling from her body entirely. She was already bare beneath me, flushed and slick and trembling.
Then she asked me in a small and lovely voice.
"I-It's going to hurt, isn't it…?"
I paused.
Looked her in the eye.
"I'll be gentle."
