Lin Wanyi is thirty-five this year. Her skin remains fair and delicate, her waist supple, and her breasts, slightly fuller after childbirth, do not sag. She has been married to her husband Wang Hao for eleven years. After their son entered middle school, intimacy between the couple has almost been reduced to a routine during holidays. Wang Hao is busy with company affairs, often traveling on business. When he returns home, he merely eats, looks at his phone, and sleeps. Lin Wanyi keeps the house spotlessly clean, 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 apartment building in the west of the city. A young tenant moved into the apartment upstairs; his name was Chen Yuan, twenty-six, working at a nearby design company. On the day he moved in, Lin Wanyi was carrying a trash bag downstairs. When the elevator doors opened, Chen Yuan was holding a cardboard box and almost bumped into her. When he apologized, his eyes were clear, his smile clean, and his voice was low but carried the youthful warmth unique to young people. Lin Wanyi nodded and helped him press the floor button. In that instant, she smelled the faint scent of laundry detergent on him, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
In the next few days, the two occasionally ran into each other in the elevator or in the hallway. Chen Yuan always greeted her politely, and sometimes even helped carry heavy things. At first Lin Wanyi only responded with polite courtesy, but gradually she found herself paying attention to what time he came home. One evening, as she was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, she heard deep music coming from upstairs, and her heartbeat inexplicably quickened. She turned off the tap, leaned against the counter, and suddenly realized it had been a long time since she’d felt this kind of being noticed.
It was a Friday afternoon. Wang Hao was away on another business trip and wouldn't be back until Monday. Their son was at school for club activities and wouldn't be home until evening. Lin Wanyi, after taking a shower, was reading a book on the living room sofa wearing only a thin house dress. The doorbell suddenly rang. She looked through the peephole and saw it was 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 stood outside the door, his hair still a little wet, as if he had just finished showering.
Lin Wanyi opened the door, and as she took the box, her fingers accidentally brushed against the back of his hand. The temperature was hotter than she had imagined. She thanked him softly but did not close the door immediately. Chen Yuan did not 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 for a glass of water?” Lin Wanyi heard herself say, her voice softer 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 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 did not step back. The next second, Chen Yuan's fingers gently caressed her cheek. The touch was too 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. At first, it was just a tentative touch, soon deepening into a more intense kiss. Lin Wanyi's breathing became 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 kisses moved from her lips to the side of her ears and down her neck. Chen Yuan’s palm slid down along her waistline and, through the thin fabric, grasped her buttocks. Lin Wanyi let out a faint whimper, her legs going weak. Chen Yuan gently pressed her onto the sofa, then knelt on the carpet, lifted one of her legs, and kissed upward along the inside of her calf. Lin Wanyi’s loungewear dress was pushed up to the base of her thighs, revealing a plain light-colored pair of panties underneath. When Chen Yuan kissed her through the fabric, her whole body trembled.
“Don’t… do this…” she said softly, but her voice was powerless.
Chen Yuan raised his head, his expression 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 moist spot, 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 was in no 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 like an electric shock, toes curling, vision whitening. Chen Yuan didn't stop immediately but continued gently licking until her tremors slowly subsided. He rose, removed his own clothes. His young body was firm and clean, desire clearly evident. Lin Wanyi looked at him, her face flushed deeply, but didn't avert her gaze. Chen Yuan leaned down to kiss her while slowly entering her. The entry was slow and deep; Lin Wanyi felt herself being filled bit by bit, that stretched-full sensation almost making her cry.
When Chen Yuan started moving, his actions were not rough, but 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 the collision of their bodies. 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, and each suck made her lower body contract tighter. Chen Yuan sped up, thrusting deeper each time. Lin Wanyi's voice gradually lost control, changing from suppressed sobs to intermittent moans.
The second climax was more violent than the first. Lin Wanyi convulsed, her nails leaving faint marks on Chen Yuan's back. Chen Yuan also released inside her; as the hot fluid injected, she felt utterly possessed. They 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 total chaos. She knew she had done something she shouldn’t have, yet she could not deny that the pleasure just now was real. Chen Yuan sat by the bed, holding her hand. He didn’t say much, only quietly stayed with her.
On weekends afterward, 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 the apron to knead her breasts. Lin Wanyi’s hands were still wet, but he turned her around and had her sit directly on the counter. Chen Yuan took off her underwear, spread her legs apart, and entered her again. The contrast between the cold countertop and her scorching body was intense; Lin Wanyi tilted her head back and let out soft cries. Water was still running in the sink, masking part of the sound. Every thrust from Chen Yuan made her body sway back and forth, her mature breasts bobbing with it. He lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, while his other hand rubbed rapidly between her legs. Lin Wanyi climaxed again very quickly, her body going so limp she could hardly sit still.
Another time was in the bathroom. Hot steam filled the air. Lin Wanyi was pressed against the tiled wall, her back to Chen Yuan. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her waist, his movements deep and heavy. Water droplets slid down her spine, mingling with sweat. Chen Yuan's hand reached around to the front, kneading her breasts while he quickened his thrusts. Lin Wanyi's hands braced against the wall, her voice echoing in the confined space. At the moment of climax, she almost lost her footing and was held tightly by Chen Yuan.
During the day, they would also find opportunities to meet. Once, when Lin Wanyi went grocery shopping at the supermarket, she ran into Chen Yuan in the parking lot. They got into his car, windows rolled up, air conditioning on. Lin Wanyi straddled his lap, her 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 glance in the elevator would make her heart race. At night, lying next to her husband, she would recall the feeling of being entered by Chen Yuan during the day, secretly clenching her legs but not daring to actually touch herself.
One night, Wang Hao came home early. Lin Wanyi had just returned from Chen Yuan's place, his scent still lingering on her. She quickly took a shower and changed into clean pajamas. Wang Hao hugged her interestingly, but took no further action. Lying in the darkness, Lin Wanyi felt a mix of emotions. She knew continuing like this would lead to trouble sooner or later, yet she couldn't bear to part with 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 by him against the floor-to-ceiling window, the curtains only half drawn. Outside were the city lights of dusk; inside were their intertwined bodies. Chen Yuan entered from behind, one hand covering her mouth, the other kneading her breasts. Lin Wanyi looked at the blurred car lights outside and felt as if she were being watched by the whole city. That sense of taboo made the pleasure even more intense. Every thrust from Chen Yuan drove her body forward, her breasts pressed against the glass into distorted shapes. When climax came, she bit his finger and even tears came out.
Afterward, they sat on the floor, Lin Wanyi leaning into his arms as she 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 did not answer. She simply 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 secretive 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 about him almost every day. While showering at night, she would close her eyes and mimic his movements with her hands, but it never brought true satisfaction. On the day he returned, she practically threw herself into his arms. They undressed right in the entryway. Lin Wanyi was picked up, her back against the door, her 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 the climax, she hung onto him entirely, tears and sweat mingling.
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 not big, but the bed was soft enough. Lin Wanyi would strip naked and lie on it, actively spreading her legs. Chen Yuan would first use his mouth to make her climax once, then enter her. Sometimes he would make her kneel on the bed and enter from behind, while using his hand to smack her buttocks. Her mature body swayed under the impacts, making enticing sounds. Lin Wanyi buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled, yet becoming increasingly 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; instead, he lifted the qipao to her waist and entered from the side. The stockings were torn a bit, 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 fondled her breasts, and her nipples hardened and stood erect under the qipao fabric. Lin Wanyi soon climaxed, her body so weak she could barely stand. But Chen Yuan didn't stop, continuing deeply until he also released.
Afterward, Lin Wanyi sat on his lap, still wearing the qipao, with everything inside a mess. Leaning against his chest, she softly said, “I seem to... be becoming more and more unable to live without you.”
Chen Yuan didn't answer, just kissed her forehead.
When summer arrived, the weather was hot. Once they were on the balcony. Night had already deepened, and car headlights occasionally flashed below. Lin Wanyi was wearing only a thin shirt, with nothing underneath. Chen Yuan held her from behind, his hand reaching into her shirt to knead. Lin Wanyi’s body leaned against the railing, feeling his fingers move in and out between her legs. When he truly entered her, she bit the back of her hand, trying hard not to make a sound. The night breeze blew past, making her even more sensitive. Every deeper thrust made her feel as if she were being completely opened up. At the peak, her legs went so weak they nearly knelt down, and Chen Yuan held her tightly.
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 and felt a pang of anxiety when she came out and saw him sitting in the living room. Wang Hao didn't directly confront her, just said 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.
In the next few days, Lin Wanyi deliberately distanced herself from Chen Yuan. She no longer took the initiative to contact him, and when they met in the elevator, she would only nod. Chen Yuan seemed to understand something and did not come down again. Yet Lin Wanyi thought of him every night. The emptiness in her body grew stronger and stronger; she even started using the shower head in the bathroom to stimulate herself, but she still never reached true satisfaction.
Finally, one day, she couldn't hold back and sent a message. Chen Yuan replied quickly, arranging to meet her at a nearby hotel. Lin Wanyi wore a simple dress with nothing underneath. The moment she pushed open the door, Chen Yuan grabbed her, pressed her against the door, and kissed her. Their clothes were soon off, and they tumbled 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 against her chest, her body folded in half, each thrust deep and heavy. She cried out, 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 said softly, “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, during heavy snow, Wang Hao was away on a business trip again. Lin Wanyi called Chen Yuan to her home. Under the warm yellow light, the two 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 into his mouth the most sensitive place. Lin Wanyi’s fingers were buried in his hair, her waist twisting不停. When he entered her, she actively lifted her waist to meet him. They changed positions several times, from facing each other to sideways, and then to her kneeling on all fours while he entered her from behind. The carpet rubbed her knees red, but she didn’t care at all. One climax followed another until she was nearly drained.
That night, they slept together. Lin Wanyi leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and suddenly wished time could stop at this moment.
Several more months passed. In spring, Wang Hao proposed changing jobs and possibly being transferred out of town. After hearing this, Lin Wanyi felt mixed emotions. She knew this meant her relationship with Chen Yuan might have to 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 and moved herself up and down. Chen Yuan supported her waist and matched her rhythm. Her breasts swayed in front of his eyes, and he lifted his head to take one side into his mouth. Lin Wanyi’s movements got faster and faster, and her voice grew louder and louder. At the moment of climax, her whole body collapsed softly onto him, her body still contracting continuously.
Afterward she cried. Chen Yuan said nothing, only held her.
Before leaving, Lin Wanyi stood at the doorway and looked back at him. Chen Yuan leaned against the doorframe, his gaze complicated. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she only nodded lightly and closed the door.
On the day of the move, Chen Yuan did not show up. Lin Wanyi stood in the empty living room, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, and suddenly felt her eyes sting a little. She knew this forbidden relationship had come to an end, but she also knew that the feelings left in her body would not easily disappear.
A new city, a new life. Lin Wanyi starts managing household chores again, picking up and dropping off her son, occasionally talking with her husband. Lying in bed at night, she still remembers that young body, those deep thrusts, the trembling when she was completely filled. Sometimes she quietly slips her hand between her legs, imitating his movements, but it never compares to the real him.
Time continued to move forward. Lin Wanyi's skin remained delicate, and she kept her figure well. Occasionally, when she saw young men on the street, she would glance a bit longer but would not approach again. She knew she had already tasted the most passionate part, and she also knew that some doors, once opened, could never be fully closed again.
And on some 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 the peak time 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渴望 will be埋在心里 like a seed,随时可能再次发芽. 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 wanted him to appear.
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 the air flow between her still sensitive thighs. The night was long, but desire never truly slept.
In the first month after moving to the new city, Lin Wanyi devoted almost all her energy to 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 gets up before her husband wakes, stands by the window in a daze, watching the gradually awakening street below, yet her mind always drifts back to the hallway of the old house from before.
After her husband changed jobs, he became busier than before and often did overtime until late at night before coming home. After their son transferred schools, he also quickly made new friends and spent most weekends at classmates’ homes. The home was often left with only her. At first she thought that being busy could dilute those memories, but the quieter it was, the more clearly the part of her body that had been awakened emerged.
One Friday night, her husband again gave last-minute notice that he had to go out of town for a two-day meeting. After bathing, Lin Wanyi 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 was 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 upwards 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 around the outside, then slowly probe inside. Lin Wanyi followed that rhythm, gradually going deeper, while her other hand kneaded her own breast through the nightgown. Her nipples soon hardened, each press bringing a subtle electric current.
She bit her lower lip, trying as hard as she could not to make a sound, but her body still responded honestly. Her waist involuntarily lifted, her legs spreading wider. When the fingers sped up, the repressed gasps finally spilled out. The climax came fast and hard; her whole body arched, her toes curled tightly, and her vision flashed blank. In the afterglow, she lay limp, her fingers still in place, feeling the inside contract again and again.
The rain is still falling. Lin Wanyi opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, and suddenly felt her eyes sting a little. 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 becomes hard to be satisfied with just her own fingers.
In the days that followed, nights like that became more and more frequent. Sometimes she would feel a faint restlessness even during the day. When she went to the supermarket to buy groceries and saw a young clerk helping her carry heavy items, she would look a few more times at the lines of his arms, then quickly avert her gaze. When she rode the bus and there was a tall man sitting next to her, she would unconsciously clamp her legs together and force herself to look at the scenery outside the window.
One noon, with her son at school and her husband not yet off work, 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 for the first time on the sofa. The fabric was a bit worn now, but she still took it out and slowly put it on. The person 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 sensation of air flowing between her thighs reminded her of the floor lamp's light that afternoon, Chen Yuan's breathing, and the slow yet firm force as he entered her. She inserted her fingers, deliberately slowing down this time, mimicking his patient in-and-out movements from back then. With her other hand, she unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing her full breasts, gently pinching and pulling her nipples. Pleasure gradually built up, and she began to moan softly, the sound echoing clearly in the empty room.
When climax arrived, she cried 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. The face in the mirror was flushed, her eyes somewhat vacant. She washed her face with water, telling herself she had to stop.
But the body does not listen to reason.
After another half a month, 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, fingers frozen. Her heart was pounding. After hesitating for a long time, she finally replied: 'How do you have my new number?'
The other party quickly replied: 'Asked the former neighbors. Didn't want to disturb you, just occasionally think of you.'
Lin Wanyi leaned against the roadside railing, watching the passing vehicles, her mind in turmoil. She knew she should just delete this number, but 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, could 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 help with 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.
At noon the next day, she finally replied to that text: 'Weekend afternoon, that café downtown. One hour.'
At 2 p.m. on Saturday, Lin Wanyi arrived early at the agreed place. She deliberately dressed plainly—a white shirt, a dark long skirt, flat shoes, her hair tied up simply. But the moment Chen Yuan pushed open the door and came in, she still felt her chest tighten. He looked a little thinner than before, but his eyes were still as clean as ever, with warmth in them.
The two ordered coffee and sat by the window. At first they only exchanged polite talk about the new city, work, and the weather. The atmosphere was a bit stiff. It was not until Chen Yuan suddenly put 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 but said nothing.
“It’s not that I want to disturb your life.” Chen Yuan continued, “It’s just… some feelings, it’s impossible to completely forget.”
After a few seconds of silence, Lin Wanyi nodded gently: 'Me too.'
For the next half hour, the two of them hardly said a word. But something in the air had already changed. Lin Wanyi could feel her heartbeat, and she could also feel the hem of her dress slowly growing damp. Chen Yuan’s gaze would occasionally fall on her collarbone and wrists, then quickly move away again.
An hour was up. Lin Wanyi stood up and said, “I should head back.”
Chen Yuan also stood up and helped pull out her chair. The two walked out of the cafe together. The sun outside was bright, 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 arms to wrap around his neck. The kiss quickly deepened, tongues entwining, breaths becoming chaotic. Chen Yuan's hand slid from her waist to her buttocks, gripping firmly through her dress. Lin Wanyi let out a faint whimper, her legs weakening.
“Not here...” she said breathlessly.
Chen Yuan pressed his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse: "Then where should we go?"
Lin Wanyi closed her eyes and finally uttered the name of the hotel.
Twenty minutes later, they entered a clean standard room. As soon as the door closed, clothes fell all over the floor. Lin Wanyi was pinned onto the bed, and Chen Yuan’s lips moved down from her neck, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Her fingers sank into his hair, and her waist kept twisting. When his hand reached between her legs and found that it was already completely soaked, he muttered a low curse, then sent 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 attending to the most sensitive spot. She climaxed quickly, her body trembling violently, her inner walls tightly gripping 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 whole body in half, thrusting to the deepest point again and again. Lin Wanyi's legs were hooked over his shoulders, her voice completely unrestrained, crying out his name. Climaxes came one after another; she felt as if she were about to be shattered. Chen Yuan also released inside her; when the hot fluid poured in, she convulsed once more, reaching the peak.
Afterward, they held each other tightly, neither of them speaking right away. The sunlight outside the window slowly slanted westward. Lin Wanyi buried her face in the crook 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 time, he said in a low voice, "Let's keep it like 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 still had the strength to close it tightly.
The night is still long. Once desire wakes up, it is hard to truly fall asleep again.
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