"My wife don't! It's..." He started to respond, but he quickly reached out to gently guide her head away from where it was. Yize anticipated his move; with a swift motion, she lifted both legs onto his shoulders, gripping his waist as she raised his lower body, her mouth teasingly exploring him in a tantalizing dance.
As he felt her warm tongue brush against him, a low moan escaped his lips. His once-lifted hand fell helplessly to his side, a wave of weakness washing over him, leaving him unsettled and unsure. Thoughts swirled chaotically in his mind, muddling his focus.
Why hadn't his father ever prepared him for this moment? All he had mentioned was the pain of the first experience, never hinting at the complexities that lay beneath.
Her fingers gently teased, widening the entrance as her tongue playfully explored the delicate area. She alternated her movements between tender sucking, soft licking, and rhythmic thrusting. Overwhelmed by sensation, he found it difficult to think clearly, all of his focus consumed by the pleasure she was bestowing upon him. The sounds escaping his lips were filled with abandon, yet he stifled them, concerned that anyone outside might overhear his quiet ecstasy.
He felt a strange sensation as a new and unexpected presence enveloped him, sending shivers down his spine. Yize gently explored, her touch eliciting a reaction he had never experienced before.
The warmth and intimacy of the moment wrapped around him like a soft embrace. He glanced up to meet her gaze, filled with a mysterious intensity as she moved rhythmically beside him. His body responded in ways he hadn't anticipated, stirring feelings that were both exhilarating and overwhelming. In the quiet stillness of the night, the sounds of their shared experience were all that broke the silence, a symphony of connectivity and discovery. In that moment, he realized he was discovering something profoundly good, a sensation he had never known before.
His wife gently settled his lower body, climbing atop him with a tender grace. Looking down at him, she brushed the sweat from his forehead with a soothing hand. He gasped as she introduced another finger, a sudden sensation that filled him completely. Unintentionally, he grasped her arm, breaths coming in rapid bursts. With careful rhythm, her two fingers moved in and out of him, each thrust deliberate and slow.
Shortly thereafter, her rhythm quickened, growing more urgent with each passing moment. The response from him sparked a thrill within her, prompting her to venture deeper by adding another finger. A soft gasp escaped his lips, and she paused, taken aback by the sound. Her fingers remained still, deeply embedded within him. Yize could feel his inner muscles clenching tightly around her, yet he remained unmoving, caught in the tension of the moment.
"It... It hurts," he uttered, a tremor in his voice. But she silenced his pain with a tender kiss, her lips pressing against his in a warm embrace. As their mouths met, he felt the lingering taste of himself on her, a reminder of their shared moment. Overwhelmed by the fervor of her kisses, he began to lose himself in the sensation. Gradually, her fingers slipped inside, and although he felt a sharp sting as his body responded to her touch, he found the discomfort manageable amidst the rush of emotion.
The ache within him quickly transformed into sounds of pure ecstasy. Her lips trailed delicately down his neck, grazing his collarbone before settling on his chest, sucking gently like a babe seeking nourishment. His vision fogged as her movements persisted, stirring something deep within him. He longed to voice a protest, but clarity eluded him, leaving only breathless moans that escaped his lips.
Yize's focus was unwavering, her gaze fixed on his face. Each sound he made was a melodious note in a beautiful symphony, and she could sense from his labored breaths that he was teetering on the edge of a thrilling climax.
With increasing intensity, she worked her fingers more fervently, drawing pleasure from his body as she teased his sensitive nipples with her mouth. At the same time, her hands explored lower, gripping him firmly, pushing him to the brink until he could no longer resist, surrendering to the moment with a powerful release.
"Ahhhhh..." A piercing scream erupted from his lips, reverberating through the confines of the room. Fortunately, their home rested on the outskirts of the village, well away from prying ears. No matter how desperately he shouted, there was no soul nearby to witness the melodious cry.
She had refrained from extinguishing the candle from the very start, wanting to bask in the warm glow that illuminated his face, filled with ecstasy. The sight was irresistibly alluring. With a deliberate movement, Yize withdrew her fingers, indifferent to the glistening droplets that clung to her skin, trailing behind as she pulled away.
The man sank into a state of weary surrender, his eyes fluttering shut as he believed the tumult had finally come to an end. But Yize, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, stirred him back to consciousness. Each delicate caress ignited a spark within him, stirring his senses from their slumber. In that very moment, Yize experienced a revelation, understanding just how mundane her existence had been until this spark of excitement and connection awakened her spirit.
"This place is where I belong," she mused to herself. Her dear husband had been the first man to grace her gaze in this life. Now that he was hers, she was determined to bring him nothing but joy and fulfillment. As her fingers found his sensitive spot, a wave of excitement surged within her. A triumphant smile spread across her face as he slowly blinked awake, his gaze resting on her with a hint of sleepiness.
Disregarding the weariness etched across his face, she pressed her lips against his swollen ones, pulling him closer while softly tracing her fingers over the firm outline on his thigh. "Baby, it's not over yet…" she breathed into his ear, her voice sultry enough to rouse him fully from his slumber. Though fatigue weighed heavily on him, the unmistakable tension beneath her touch was impossible to overlook. Her words sparked something within him, causing his eyes to widen and a sudden rush of anticipation to coil tightly in his core.
In the dim light of the room, she pressed against him, the warmth of her form sending a rush through his senses. It was an unexpected shock when he felt a firm presence pressing between his thighs, clearing away the fog in his mind. A soft, involuntary movement escaped him, and they both gasped in surprise at the pleasure it ignited. Yize adjusted herself, spreading his legs slightly wider to find her place more securely.
He glanced down, his heart racing as he registered the formidable shape pressing against him. A wave of apprehension washed over him as he realized the size of the challenge before him. He instinctively tried to pull away, but her hold was unyielding, leaving him caught in the moment.
"My wife..." he whispered, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. The thought sent a shiver down his spine; if she were to bring that immense thing into him, it would surely tear him apart.
"Shhh…" she whispered softly, gently brushing her thumb across his lips. "It only stings a bit… just try to relax, alright? "
After listening to her words, uncertainty still clouded his thoughts. She gently caressed him, her movements intentional as she sought to explore their connection. A mix of trepidation and anticipation coursed through him as he wrapped his hands around her arms, feeling the unexpected blend of emotions. With each slow, deliberate motion, she traced a path along his most sensitive places, igniting a burning warmth within him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he felt a longing growing stronger with every caress as she continued to draw out the intimacy between them.
"Hmmmm..." she murmured, her movements deliberate and slow as she inched forward. Frustration began to build within him; her languid pace felt almost agonizing.
"I'll put it in; just bear with it," nodding as he pushed aside his initial apprehension. The fear that had once gripped him seemed to fade away, replaced by a growing sense of resolve.
She felt the warmth of his essence surrounding her, and with a steady hand, she guided herself closer to him. As she positioned herself at his entrance, she could sense the rhythmic anticipation of his body, eager and inviting, brushing against the tip of her readiness.
She gently spread his legs further apart, her fingers delicately parting the soft petals of his flower. With careful intention, Yize began to ease the tip inside his warm and inviting space. Having taken her time to prepare him earlier, she felt confident that the entry would be smooth.
As he felt her slowly pushing in, a rush of emotions surged within him. The sensation brought a mixture of anticipation and discomfort, and he couldn't help but squeeze her hand tighter. A sharp sting coursed through him, causing tears to well up in his eyes. In that moment, he realized the depth of her words had not matched the reality he was experiencing.
"It hurts..." he gasped, halting her actions. She gently massaged him, hoping to ease his discomfort. Only the tip was inside; it didn't seem like it should be painful. She held him close, steadying him as she continued to press forward.
"It hurts! My wife, it truly hurts! " he cried out, anguish spilling from his voice. He turned to her, desperation etched across his face, but she remained unmoved, unresponsive. The pain was overwhelming, as if his insides were being torn apart, a relentless agony that pierced deep into his being.
He fought fiercely against the grip that held him tightly, yet she remained steadfast, unwavering. Undeterred, she pressed on with her actions.
"Wife, please… take it out… it hurts so much… it's burning… sob… Please, pull it out," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, but it was as though her ears were closed to his cries for mercy.
She turned a deaf ear to his pleas, lost in a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to spiral out of control. The tension was palpable, a struggle that felt so different from the steamy scenes depicted in movies or the tantalizing chapters of novels. She was only halfway through her journey, and the thought of stopping now felt like throwing away all the hard-fought endurance she had built. How could something that should feel so simple be so difficult?
Yize cupped his face in her hands, her tears mingling with kisses as she tried to envelop him in tenderness, distracting him with each gentle press of her lips. Yet, despite her efforts, he remained steadfast, walls reinforced around his heart. Inside, he was bracing himself, fortifying those barriers even more, while she felt herself slipping further from control. Though she could halt her motions, the intensity of the moment tethered her—there was no way she could pull away now.
The agony was overwhelming, each pulse of heat threatening to consume him entirely. Pain. Pain. Pain. It enveloped him, drowning out all other sensations, leaving nothing but that relentless, unyielding ache.
"Please..." he pleaded, desperation lacing his voice as he urged her to remove the object. "Sweetheart, it's going to be alright," she murmured softly, gently dabbing at his brow to wipe away the sweat and tears that mingled on his face.
With determination, she moved forward, a wave of emotion coursing through her. As she pressed deeper, the boundary that once existed between them shattered, releasing a rush of sensations that echoed the complexity of their connection. "Ahhhhhh...hmmm."
Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, each explorer in an uncharted territory. She traced every contour of his mouth, while her fingers playfully teased his skin, a gentle tug here, a light flick there, igniting sparks of sensation. With tender yet deliberate care, she sought to soothe him, her hands moving with purpose to ease his discomfort. For a moment, she held still, fighting the urge to give in to the rhythm of their entwined bodies. But the intensity of his reaction pulled a soft groan from her lips, mingling with the warmth of his breath.
In her former life, she had once engaged with a woman in the shadowy depths of an underground club, using a cleverly crafted device. Who could have imagined that someday she would possess the genuine article? There's nothing quite like the thrill of experiencing it in its true form.
"Shh, it's all over now," she whispered softly, wrapping her arms around him tightly and gently patting his back. Tears flowed from his eyes for what felt like an eternity. The agony seared through him like fire; he felt as if he were being consumed from the inside out, yet she chose to ignore his cries. In that painful moment, he believed he was on the brink of death—unable even to slip into the refuge of unconsciousness.
She patiently held back, allowing him a moment to gather himself before she decided to shift her focus. "Hiss!" His muscles constricted around her, leaving her feeling a bit trapped. "Babe, ease up a little; you're holding onto me pretty tightly," she murmured as he flexed in response. It's a curious thing—when one endures pain for long enough, it eventually dulls into something almost numb.
The heated gaze of Yize captivated him, stirring sensations that coursed through him like fire. In response to this intoxicating moment, his body reacted in ways he couldn't fully comprehend, creating an undeniable warmth that gently eased his tensions.
She gently withdrew, feeling the tension rise, and then she entered again with a soft sigh. "Mmm…" they both breathed out, lost in a moment of bliss together.
Yize tenderly wrapped her legs around him, their bodies moving together in a gentle rhythm. The soft sounds of their connection filled the air. With every slow, deep thrust, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of their intimacy. "Baby… you feel amazing," she breathed softly into his ear, lost in the moment as she continued to move with a delicate urgency.
Their tongues danced together, each soft sound of pleasure echoing in the air as she drew him in closer. As the moments passed, she sensed the undeniable tension building within him, a tightening that signaled the depth of their connection. "My wife..." he breathed out, a mixture of longing and urgency lacing his voice, as he wrestled with the sensations coursing through him.
"Just a bit longer, my dear..." she urged gently, quickening her pace and diving deeper with each movement. She cradled his small frame, tenderly wiping the sweat from his brow. Moments later, he was gasping for breath, teetering on the edge of exhilaration. Yize couldn't help but smile at the little man in her embrace, impressed by his unwavering strength.
As she leaned in closer, her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "Cum for me, babe," she urged, her movements quickening as he felt the rush of warmth enveloping him, drawing her in deeper with every heartbeat.
"Ahhhhhhh." A loud wail escaped his lips, echoing through the air as a torrent of warmth surged forth from the depths of his being. His disheveled hair framed a face caught between ecstasy and disbelief, his mouth slightly agape and eyes shimmering with a haze that blurred the world around him, nearly eclipsing the reality in the overwhelming throes of pleasure. There was something achingly beautiful in that moment.
As she gazed at the mesmerizing sight before her, a surge of desire coursed through her, intensifying with every passing moment. "Sheng Er..." she gasped, his name escaping her lips as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. Waves of pleasure enveloped her, and she could feel a powerful release building within. In that exhilarating moment, she embraced the connection between them, completely lost in the experience as their bodies intertwined and the warmth of their union enveloped them both.
Observing that her little husband had drifted off to sleep, she carefully withdrew, and a mixture of warmth and crimson gently flowed from him, much like a stream of water cascading over smooth stones.
As she gazed upon the scene unfolding before her, a surge of emotions washed over her—not worry, but something far more intoxicating. It was as if a voice inside her whispered, "F*ck! This is the most exhilarating moment I've ever experienced." Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she rose from her seat and made her way outside, seeking a moment to gather her thoughts and regain her composure.
Yize went back inside, retrieving a bucket of water and a soft cloth. With gentle care, she cleansed his bare skin, her touch tender and deliberate. Cradling him in her right arm, she deftly replaced the bedsheets with her other hand. Once finished, she settled onto the bed, enveloping him in her embrace, a soothing warmth radiating between them. As she closed her eyes, a sense of peace washed over her, and she thought, if this were merely a dream, it would surely be the most exquisite one she ever had.