Lin Wanyi is thirty-five this year. Her skin remains fair and delicate, her waist supple, and her breasts, slightly fuller after childbirth, show no signs of sagging. She has been married to her husband Wang Hao for eleven years. After their son entered middle school, intimacy between the couple dwindled to almost only perfunctory routines during holidays. Wang Hao is busy with company affairs, often traveling on business. When home, he merely eats, looks at his phone, and sleeps. Lin Wanyi keeps the house spotless, yet often lies alone in bed at night, listening to the wind outside the window, feeling an indescribable emptiness.
They lived in an old high-rise residential building in the west side of the city. A young tenant moved in upstairs, named Chen Yuan, twenty-six years old, working at a nearby design company. On the day he moved in, Lin Wanyi was carrying a trash bag downstairs when the elevator door opened and Chen Yuan nearly bumped into her while holding a cardboard box. When he apologized, his eyes were clear, his smile clean, and his voice deep yet carrying the warmth unique to young men. Lin Wanyi nodded and helped him press the floor button. In that moment, she caught the faint scent of laundry detergent on him, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
Over the next few days, the two of them occasionally ran into each other in the elevator or hallway. Chen Yuan would always greet her politely, and sometimes even help her carry heavy things. At first Lin Wanyi only responded politely, but gradually she found herself paying attention to what time he came home. One evening, while she was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, she heard low music drifting down from upstairs, and her heartbeat suddenly sped up for no reason. She turned off the faucet, leaned against the counter, and suddenly realized that it had been a long time since she’d felt this sense of being noticed.
It was a Friday afternoon. Wang Hao was away on another business trip and wouldn't return until Monday. My son was at school for club activities and wouldn't be home until evening. Lin Wanyi had just showered and was wearing only a thin house dress, reading a book on the living room sofa. The doorbell suddenly rang. She looked through the peephole and saw Chen Yuan holding a delivery box.
“Mrs. Lin, this seems to have been delivered to the wrong person; it has your name on it.” Chen Yuan was standing outside the door, his hair still a little wet, as if he had just finished showering.
Lin Wanyi opened the door. As she took the box, her fingers accidentally brushed the back of his hand. The temperature was hotter than she imagined. She thanked him softly but didn't close the door immediately. Chen Yuan didn't leave; his gaze lingered on her collarbone for a second—the neckline of her house dress was slightly open from her recent shower, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin.
“Want to come in and have a glass of water?” Lin Wanyi heard herself say, her voice lighter than usual.
Chen Yuan nodded and followed her into the house. Only a floor lamp was on in the living room, the light soft. Lin Wanyi poured him a glass of warm water but stood aside herself, her fingers unconsciously twisting her skirt. After drinking the water, Chen Yuan placed the glass on the coffee table, suddenly looked up at her and said, 'Mrs. Lin, you look... a bit tired.'
This sentence was like a fine needle, gently pricking into her heart. Lin Wanyi smiled, wanting to say it was nothing, but her throat tightened. Chen Yuan stood up, half a head taller than her, bringing a clean body warmth as he approached. He didn't touch her, just asked softly, 'Need help?'
Lin Wanyi shook her head but didn't step back. The next second, Chen Yuan's fingers gently brushed her cheek. The touch was so light, yet it made her entire body stiffen. She wanted to push him away, but her hand merely rested on his chest. Chen Yuan leaned down, his lips meeting hers. It was tentative at first, quickly deepening into a more intense kiss. Lin Wanyi's breathing grew ragged, her body uncontrollably leaning closer. She smelled the laundry detergent scent on him, mixed with the unique warmth of a young man, and her whole being felt ignited.
The kiss moved from her lips to the side of her ear and neck. Chen Yuan's hand slid down along her waistline, grasping her buttocks through the thin fabric. Lin Wanyi let out a faint whimper, her legs going weak. Chen Yuan gently pressed her onto the sofa, knelt on the carpet himself, lifted one of her legs, and kissed his way up along the inside of her calf. Lin Wanyi's house dress was pushed up to the top of her thighs, revealing a simple pair of light-colored panties underneath. When Chen Yuan kissed her through the fabric, her whole body trembled.
“Don’t... do this...” she said softly, but her voice had no strength.
Chen Yuan raised his head, his gaze serious: 'If you really don't want to, I'll leave immediately.'
Lin Wanyi looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly shook her head. Chen Yuan lowered his head again, gently biting the edge of her panties with his teeth and slowly pulling them down. As the fabric left her body, Lin Wanyi instinctively clenched her legs, but he gently parted them. His tongue directly touched her already moistened place, licking meticulously. Lin Wanyi threw her head back, her fingers tightly gripping the sofa cushion, letting out suppressed gasps. The mature woman's body was terrifyingly sensitive; merely the in-and-out motion of his tongue made her thighs tremble. Chen Yuan wasn't in a hurry, patiently tending to every fold with his lips and tongue, occasionally lightly flicking the most sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue. Lin Wanyi's waist involuntarily arched, her sounds growing increasingly fragmented.
When she climaxed for the first time, her whole body tensed up as if electrocuted, her toes curled, and her vision went white. Chen Yuan didn't stop immediately but continued gently licking until her trembling gradually subsided. He stood up and took off his clothes. His young body was firm and clean, his desire clearly evident. Lin Wanyi looked at him, her face flushed deeply, but she didn't look away. Chen Yuan leaned down to kiss her while slowly entering her. The process of entry was slow and deep; Lin Wanyi felt herself being filled bit by bit, the sensation of being stretched and full almost making her cry.
When Chen Yuan started moving, his actions weren't rough, yet each thrust reached the deepest point. Lin Wanyi wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back. The sofa made slight noises, mixed with the sounds of their panting and bodies colliding. Chen Yuan lowered his head to kiss her breasts, his tongue circling her nipples, his teeth gently nibbling. Lin Wanyi's breasts became more sensitive after childbirth, each suck making her lower body contract tighter. Chen Yuan sped up, thrusting deeper again and again. Lin Wanyi's voice gradually lost control, changing from suppressed sobs to intermittent moans.
The second orgasm came more violently than the first. Lin Wanyi convulsed all over, her nails leaving shallow marks on Chen Yuan's back. Chen Yuan also released inside her, and as the hot liquid injected, she felt completely possessed. The two clung tightly together, breathing ragged, sweat mingling.
Afterward, Chen Yuan helped her clean up, then carried her back to the bedroom. Lin Wanyi lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind in chaos. She knew she had done something she should not have done, yet she could not deny that the pleasure just now had been real. Chen Yuan sat by the bed, holding her hand, saying very little, only quietly keeping her company.
For the following weekends, as long as Wang Hao was away on a business trip, Chen Yuan would come downstairs. They no longer limited themselves to the sofa. Once in the kitchen, while Lin Wanyi was washing dishes, Chen Yuan hugged her from behind and slipped his hands into her apron to knead her breasts. Lin Wanyi’s hands were still wet, but he turned her around and directly lifted her onto the countertop. Chen Yuan took off her panties, spread her legs, and entered her again. The cold countertop and her scorching body formed a sharp contrast. Lin Wanyi tilted her head back, letting out broken cries. Water was still running in the sink, masking part of the sound. Each thrust from Chen Yuan made her body rock back and forth, and her mature breasts swayed with it. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, while his other hand rubbed quickly between her legs. Lin Wanyi quickly climaxed again, her body so soft she could barely sit upright.
Another time in the bathroom. Hot steam filled the air. Lin Wanyi was pressed against the tiled wall, facing away from Chen Yuan. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her waist, his movements deep and heavy. Water droplets slid down her spine, mixing with sweat. Chen Yuan's hand reached to the front, kneading her breasts while speeding up his thrusts. Lin Wanyi's hands braced against the wall, her voice echoing in the confined space. At climax, she almost couldn't stand, held tightly by Chen Yuan.
During the day, they would also find opportunities to meet. Once, Lin Wanyi went grocery shopping and ran into Chen Yuan in the parking lot. They got into his car, windows rolled up, air conditioning on. Lin Wanyi straddled his lap, skirt lifted, panties pushed aside. Chen Yuan held her hips, letting her move up and down on her own. The confined space made each deep thrust feel even tighter. Lin Wanyi bit her own finger, trying not to make too much noise. Chen Yuan, however, deliberately thrust deeper, whispering things in her ear that made her blush. She soon reached climax, her body going limp in his arms.
As time went on, Lin Wanyi's body became increasingly sensitive. Whenever Chen Yuan approached, she would involuntarily become wet. Sometimes, just a brief exchange of glances in the elevator would make her heart race. Lying beside her husband at night, she would recall the feeling of being entered by Chen Yuan during the day, secretly clenching her legs together but not daring to actually touch herself.
One night, Wang Hao came back early. Lin Wanyi had just returned home from Chen Yuan's place, still carrying his scent on her. She quickly took a shower and changed into clean pajamas. Wang Hao hugged her interestingly but didn't make any further moves. Lin Wanyi lay in the darkness, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She knew that continuing like this would eventually lead to trouble, but she couldn't bear to let go of that feeling of being completely filled.
Another weekend, Wang Hao went on a business trip again. After Chen Yuan came downstairs, the two had almost no extra conversation. Lin Wanyi was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window by him, the curtains only half drawn. Outside were the evening city lights; inside were their entangled bodies. Chen Yuan entered from behind, one hand covering her mouth and the other kneading her breasts. Lin Wanyi looked at the blurred headlights outside and felt as if the entire city were peeking at her. That sense of taboo made the pleasure even stronger. Every collision from Chen Yuan made her body lean forward, and her breasts were pressed against the glass into distorted shapes. When the orgasm came, she bit his finger, and tears even came out.
Afterward, they sat on the floor, and Lin Wanyi leaned against his arms and softly said, “If this goes on... what am I supposed to do?”
Chen Yuan kissed her hair: 'Do whatever you want to do.'
Lin Wanyi didn't answer. She just closed her eyes, feeling his body temperature.
Days passed one by one. Lin Wanyi learned to hide her changes in front of her husband. Her skin became better, and occasionally a secret light would flash in her eyes. Her son didn't notice, and Wang Hao just thought she was taking good care of herself. Only she herself knew that whenever the night was deep and quiet, her body would still faintly heat up, longing to be touched again by those young hands.
Once, when Chen Yuan was away on a business trip for a week, Lin Wanyi thought of him almost every day. While showering at night, she would close her eyes and mimic his movements with her hands, but never achieved true satisfaction. On the day Chen Yuan returned, she practically threw herself into his arms. They undressed right in the foyer. Lin Wanyi was picked up, her back against the door, legs wrapped around his waist. Chen Yuan held her, thrusting upward again and again. Lin Wanyi's arms were around his neck, her voice completely unrestrained. The door made faint creaking sounds, but she paid no mind. At climax, she hung onto him entirely, tears and sweat mingling together.
Over the next few months, their relationship deepened more and more. Lin Wanyi began taking the initiative to ask him out. Sometimes at noon, during the gap when her son was at school and her husband was at work, she would go to Chen Yuan’s rented room. The space there was small, but the bed was soft enough. Lin Wanyi would strip naked and lie on it, taking the initiative to spread her legs. Chen Yuan would first bring her to orgasm once with his mouth before entering her. Sometimes he would make her kneel on the bed and enter from behind while slapping her butt with his hand. Her mature body swayed under the impacts, making enticing sounds. Lin Wanyi’s face was buried in the pillow, her voice muffled, yet she became more and more wanton.
Once she went to see him wearing a qipao. It was bought by her husband and she hardly ever wore it. The qipao had a high slit, and underneath she only wore stockings and a thong. When Chen Yuan saw it, his eyes instantly darkened. He didn't let her take it off but instead lifted the qipao to her waist and entered from the side. The stockings were torn a little, and the thong was pushed aside. Lin Wanyi was pressed against the desk by him, her hands supporting her on the desktop, her body swaying back and forth with the thrusts. The fabric of the qipao made faint sounds from the friction, mixed with the sound of bodies colliding. While thrusting, Chen Yuan kneaded her breasts, and her nipples hardened and stood erect under the qipao fabric. Lin Wanyi soon climaxed, her body so weak she could hardly stand. But Chen Yuan didn't stop, continuing to thrust deeply until he also released.
Afterward, Lin Wanyi sat on his lap, the qipao still on her body, though inside was a complete mess. Leaning against his chest, she softly said, "I feel like... I'm becoming more and more unable to leave you."
Chen Yuan didn't answer, just kissed her forehead.
When summer arrived, the weather was hot. Once they were on the balcony. The night was already deep, with occasional car lights flashing downstairs. Lin Wanyi was only wearing a thin shirt, with nothing underneath. Chen Yuan hugged her from behind, his hand reaching into the shirt to knead. Lin Wanyi's body leaned against the railing, feeling his fingers moving in and out between her legs. When he truly entered, she bit the back of her own hand, trying hard not to make a sound. The night breeze blew past, making her even more sensitive. Each deep thrust made her feel completely opened up. At the climax, her legs went so weak she almost knelt down, held tightly by Chen Yuan.
In autumn, Wang Hao began to suspect. One night he came home early and smelled a faint, unfamiliar scent in the air. Lin Wanyi was taking a shower; when she came out and saw him sitting in the living room, her heart tightened. Wang Hao didn't directly confront her, only saying he felt she had changed recently. Lin Wanyi lowered her head, not daring to look at him. That night they didn't speak, each sleeping on their own side of the bed.
Over the next few days, Lin Wanyi deliberately kept her distance from Chen Yuan. She no longer took the initiative to contact him, and when they met in the elevator she only nodded. Chen Yuan seemed to understand something and no longer came downstairs. Yet every night, Lin Wanyi thought about him. The emptiness in her body grew stronger and stronger; she even began using the showerhead in the bathroom to stimulate herself, but still could never reach true satisfaction.
Finally, one day, she couldn't resist sending a message. Chen Yuan replied quickly, arranging to meet at a nearby hotel. Lin Wanyi wore a simple dress with nothing underneath. The moment she pushed the door open, Chen Yuan hugged her, pressed her against the door, and kissed her. Clothes were quickly removed, and they rolled onto the bed. This time, Chen Yuan was especially forceful, as if wanting to vent all the longing from this period. Lin Wanyi's legs were pressed to her chest, her body folded in half, each impact deep and heavy. She cried, climaxing again and again, her voice completely out of control. Chen Yuan also released inside her twice before finally stopping.
Afterward, they lay together, and Lin Wanyi softly said, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
Chen Yuan held her hand: 'Then hold on until you can't hold on anymore.'
Winter came. One day, heavy snow fell, and Wang Hao went on a business trip again. Lin Wanyi called Chen Yuan to her home. Under the warm yellow light, the two of them took off their clothes and lay on the carpet. Chen Yuan kissed her from her toes all the way to the inside of her thigh with his lips, then took in her most sensitive spot. Lin Wanyi's fingers dug into his hair, her waist kept twisting. When he entered her, she took the initiative to lift her waist to meet him. They changed positions several times, from the front to the side, and then with her on her knees and chest down as he entered her from behind. The carpet rubbed her knees red, but she did not care at all. One climax followed another until she was nearly exhausted.
That night they slept together. Lin Wanyi leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly wished time could stop at this moment.
A few months later, Wang Hao suddenly said he wanted to change jobs and might be transferred out of town. After hearing this, Lin Wanyi had mixed feelings. She knew this meant that her relationship with Chen Yuan might come to an end. That night she went to find Chen Yuan, and the two of them started almost as soon as they entered. Lin Wanyi took the initiative to straddle him, moving herself up and down. Chen Yuan held her waist, matching her rhythm. Her breasts swayed in front of him, and he lifted his head to take one side into his mouth. Lin Wanyi’s movements grew faster and faster, and her voice grew louder and louder too. When she climaxed, her whole body went limp on top of him, still contracting repeatedly.
Afterward she cried. Chen Yuan said nothing, only held her.
Before leaving, Lin Wanyi stood at the door and looked back at him. Chen Yuan leaned against the doorframe, his expression complicated. She wanted to say something, but in the end she only nodded lightly and closed the door.
On moving day, Chen Yuan didn't show up. Lin Wanyi stood in the empty living room, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, and suddenly felt her eyes sting. She knew this forbidden relationship had come to an end, but she also knew the feelings left in her body wouldn't easily disappear.
A new city, a new life. Lin Wanyi started managing household chores again, picking up and dropping off her son, occasionally talking with her husband. Lying in bed at night, she would still think of that young body, those deep thrusts, and the trembling when she was completely filled. Sometimes she would quietly reach her hand between her legs, imitating his movements, but it never compared to the real him.
Time continued forward. Lin Wanyi's skin remained smooth, and she kept her figure well. Occasionally, seeing young men on the street, she would glance a moment longer but would not approach again. She knew she had already tasted the most fervent part, and she knew that some doors, once opened, could never be fully closed again.
And on a certain late night, when she again felt the emptiness in her body, she would close her eyes and imagine Chen Yuan's fingers, lips, and that thing that sent her to climax again and again. Then, she would gently bite her lip, letting herself tremble once more in the silence.
The story doesn't truly end here. Once a mature married woman's body is awakened, that kind of longing will be buried in her heart like a seed, ready to sprout again at any time. Lin Wanyi knew that if Chen Yuan appeared again one day, she might not be able to refuse. And she wasn't sure if she truly hoped for his appearance.
Only at this moment was she lying on the bed in her new home, listening to her husband’s even breathing, quietly moving one leg to the other side, letting air flow between her still-sensitive thighs. The night was long, but desire never truly slept.
In her first month after moving to the new city, Lin Wanyi poured almost all her energy into adapting to the new environment. The windows of her new home face east; every morning, sunlight first hits the foot of the bedroom bed. She often quietly got up before her husband woke, standing by the window in a daze, watching the gradually awakening street below, yet her heart always drifted back to the hallway of that old house from before.
After her husband changed jobs, he became busier than before, often not coming back until late at night after overtime. After their son changed schools, he quickly made new friends too, and on weekends he mostly spent time at classmates' homes. The house often had only her left. At first she thought busyness could dull those memories, but the quieter it was, the more clearly that awakened part within her body became.
One Friday night, my husband again gave last-minute notice that he had to go out of town for a two-day meeting. Lin Wanyi finished her shower and sat on the edge of the bed wearing only a loose silk nightgown. Outside the window, a light rain was falling, the sound of rain fine and dense. She turned off the main light, leaving only a small bedside lamp, its soft light falling on her calves. She looked down at her legs, remembering how Chen Yuan had once knelt on the carpet, using his lips to travel upward from her ankles. Her heartbeat couldn't help but quicken.
She leaned against the pillow, slowly lifting the hem of her nightgown. When the air touched the inside of her thighs, she trembled slightly. Her fingers slid up along the inner side, touching the place that was already somewhat damp. She closed her eyes, imagining it wasn't her own hand, but Chen Yuan's. His fingers were always warmer and stronger than hers. He would first gently circle the outer area, then slowly probe inside. Lin Wanyi mimicked that rhythm, penetrating little by little, while her other hand kneaded her own breast through the nightgown. Her nipples soon hardened, each press sending a subtle electric current.
She bit her lower lip, trying not to make a sound, but her body reacted honestly nonetheless. Her waist involuntarily lifted, and her legs spread wider. As the fingers sped up, those suppressed gasps finally spilled out. The climax came quickly and intensely; her whole body arched, toes tightly curled, and a blankness flashed before her eyes. In the aftermath, she lay limply, fingers still in place, feeling the contractions inside.
The rain was still falling. Lin Wanyi opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, and suddenly felt her eyes sting. She knew she was thinking of him, and she knew it was dangerous to think this way. But once the body remembers the feeling of being completely filled, it's hard to be satisfied with just one's own fingers.
In the days that followed, similar nights became more and more frequent. Sometimes she would feel a faint heat in broad daylight. When going to the supermarket to buy groceries and seeing a young clerk help her carry heavy items, she would glance a couple more times at the lines of his arms, then quickly avert her eyes. When riding the bus, if a tall man sat beside her, she would subconsciously clamp her legs together and force herself to look out at the scenery through the window.
One noon, while her son was at school and her husband hadn't returned from work yet, she was home alone sorting through old things. From a box, she pulled out a light-colored house dress—the very one Chen Yuan had taken off her on the couch that first time. The fabric was a bit worn, but she still took it out and slowly put it on. The reflection in the mirror looked no different from usual, but when she lifted the skirt a little, revealing her smooth thighs, her heart began to race again.
She walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and brought her legs together then apart. The feeling of air flowing between her legs reminded her of the lamplight that afternoon, Chen Yuan's breathing, and the slow yet firm force when he entered. She inserted her fingers, this time deliberately slowing down, mimicking his patient in-and-out movements from before. With her other hand, she unbuttoned her nightgown, exposing her full breasts, and gently pinched and pulled her nipples. Pleasure gradually built up, and she began to moan softly, the sound particularly clear in the empty house.
When the climax arrived, she called out Chen Yuan's name. After the sound fell, her whole body collapsed on the sofa, her chest heaving violently. After a long time, she slowly sat up and straightened her skirt again. The face in the mirror was flushed, her eyes somewhat empty. She washed her face with water and told herself she had to stop.
But the body does not listen to reason.
Half a month later, on an ordinary Wednesday afternoon, Lin Wanyi went to the bank to handle some business. When she came out after finishing, she suddenly received a text message from an unfamiliar number. The content was very simple: "How are you?"
She stood at the bank entrance, her fingers frozen. Her heart was pounding hard. After hesitating for a long time, she finally replied: 'How do you have my new number?'
The other person replied quickly: "Asked the old neighbors. Didn't want to disturb you, just occasionally think of you."
Lin Wanyi leaned against the roadside guardrail, watching the passing traffic, her mind in turmoil. She knew she should just delete this number, yet she couldn't help typing a few more words: 'Me too.'
After sending it, she almost immediately regretted it. But the next second, the other person sent another message: "If you're free, can we meet? Just meet once."
She stared at that line of text for a long time, finally replying, 'I'll think about it.'
That night, her husband came home early for once and even offered to do the dishes. Lin Wanyi watched his back, suddenly feeling both strange and familiar. Lying in bed at night, listening to her husband's steady breathing, she quietly slipped her fingers between her legs. She was already wet. Biting her lip, she quickly pleasured herself, her mind filled with Chen Yuan's face, his hands, that feeling of being stretched full when he entered. The climax came urgently and briefly; she buried her face in the pillow to keep any sound from escaping.
The next day at noon, she finally replied to that text message: 'Weekend afternoon, that café downtown. One hour.'
On Saturday afternoon at two, Lin Wanyi arrived at the agreed-upon place early. She deliberately dressed plainly—a white shirt, a dark long skirt, flat shoes, her hair simply tied up. But when Chen Yuan pushed the door open and entered, she still felt her chest tighten. He looked a bit thinner than before, but his eyes were still that same clean and warm gaze.
The two ordered coffee and sat by the window. At first, they only exchanged polite small talk about the new city, work, and the weather. The atmosphere was a bit stiff. It was not until Chen Yuan suddenly set down his cup and said in a low voice, “After I moved, I often thought of you too.”
Lin Wanyi's fingers tightened on the rim of the cup. She looked up at him, saying nothing.
“It’s not that I want to disturb your life.” Chen Yuan continued, “It’s just... some feelings, impossible to completely forget.”
After a few seconds of silence, Lin Wanyi nodded gently: 'Me too.'
For the next half hour, they hardly said a word. But something in the air had already changed. Lin Wanyi could feel her own heartbeat, and she could also feel the hem of her skirt gradually becoming damp. Chen Yuan’s gaze would occasionally fall on her collarbone and wrists, then quickly look away again.
An hour had passed. Lin Wanyi stood up and said, “I should be going back.”
Chen Yuan also stood up and helped pull out her chair. The two walked out of the café together. The sunlight outside was good, and people were coming and going. When they reached the street corner, Chen Yuan suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a relatively quiet alley nearby.
The moment her back hit the wall, Lin Wanyi knew she was done for. Chen Yuan lowered his head to kiss her, his movements unhurried but carrying a force suppressed for a long time. She didn't push him away; instead, she raised her hands to wrap around his neck. The kiss quickly deepened, tongues entwining, breaths becoming chaotic. Chen Yuan's hand slid from her waist to her butt, gripping and kneading hard through her skirt. Lin Wanyi let out a faint whimper, her legs going weak.
“This won’t do……” she said, gasping.
Chen Yuan pressed his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse: 'Then where should we go?'
Lin Wanyi closed her eyes and finally spoke the name of the hotel.
Twenty minutes later, they entered a clean standard room. The moment the door closed, clothes fell all over the floor. Lin Wanyi was pressed onto the bed, and Chen Yuan’s lips moved down from her neck, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Her fingers threaded into his hair, and her waist kept twisting. When his hand reached between her legs and found that there it was already completely soaked, he cursed softly, then immediately slid two fingers inside.
Lin Wanyi threw her head back and let out a long moan. Chen Yuan's fingers flexed and pressed skillfully, his thumb simultaneously tending to that most sensitive spot. She climaxed quickly, her body trembling violently, her inner walls tightly clenching his fingers. Before the aftershocks subsided, Chen Yuan replaced them with himself. The moment he entered, both let out sighs of satisfaction.
This time was deeper and heavier than any before. Chen Yuan almost folded her in half, thrusting to the deepest point again and again. Lin Wanyi's legs hung over his shoulders, her voice completely unrestrained, crying out his name between sobs. Wave after wave of orgasm hit her; she felt as if she was being shattered by the impact. Chen Yuan also released inside her, and when the hot fluid flooded in, she convulsed once more, reaching another peak.
Afterward, they held each other tightly, and neither of them spoke right away. Outside the window, the sunlight slowly drifted westward. Lin Wanyi buried her face in the hollow of his neck and asked softly, “What do we do... in the future?”
Chen Yuan kissed her hair and didn't answer immediately. After a long while, he said softly, 'Let's do this for now. At least, don't make yourself suffer alone anymore.'
Lin Wanyi neither nodded nor shook her head. She just pressed her body closer, feeling his warmth and heartbeat. She knew the door had been pushed open again, and this time, she wasn't sure if she had the strength to close it tightly.
The night was still long. Once desire awakens, it's hard to truly fall asleep again.
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