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Growing bolder with each reaction she drew from him, Tang Fei slipped her hand beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts. The heat of him against her palm made her own breath hitch, he was hard and ready, undeniably aroused despite his earlier protests. The discovery sent a thrill of power through her. Before she could second-guess the impulse, before rational thought could intervene, she shifted lower on the bed and tugged his shorts down past his hips.

"What are you...." Huo Ting Cheng’s words cut off abruptly, transforming into a sharp intake of breath as her mouth closed around him.

His hands imdiately flew to her hair, fingers tangling in the loose strands. His entire body went rigid with shock and overwhelming pleasure, every muscle locked in place. "Fei’er... where did you... when did you learn..." The questions ca out broken, disjointed, as coherent thought clearly abandoned him.

She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, too focused on her task. Her tongue moved experintally, testing, exploring. She’d stumbled across articles about this during one of her curious late-night internet searches months ago, absorbing the information with academic interest, never truly imagining she’d find herself putting theory into practice. But now, feeling his reactions, hearing the sounds she was drawing from him, she found herself glad for that random knowledge.

"Damn..." Huo Ting Cheng groaned, the word dragged from sowhere deep in his chest. His fingers tightened almost unconsciously in her hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding on like she was his only anchor. His control was clearly slipping, his hips shifting despite his visible attempts to stay still, to let her maintain her pace.

Tang Fei continued her ministrations, her confidence growing exponentially with each stuttered breath, each involuntary sound of pleasure that escaped his lips. She experinted, varying her pace, alternating between gentle suction and swirling her tongue in patterns, paying careful attention to what made him tense, what made his breathing stop entirely, what drew those delicious sounds from his throat.

"Fei’er... stop... I’m going to..." Huo Ting Cheng’s warning ca through gritted teeth, his entire body taut as a bowstring about to snap. The tension in him was palpable, electric.

But she didn’t stop. If anything, she doubled down, determined to take him completely over the edge, to shatter that iron control he always maintained. His fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair as his hips bucked involuntarily, his body responding even as his mind tried to maintain restraint.

"Enough," he finally growled, the word more command than request. With surprising strength, the kind born of desperation, he pulled her up the length of his body. In one swift, fluid motion, he had her straddling his lap, her silk robe falling completely open, exposing heated skin to cooler air. "You’re going to finish what you started."

The authority in his voice sent shivers down her spine. Tang Fei positioned herself above him, her hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders for balance. She sank down slowly, increntally, both of them gasping in unison at the overwhelming sensation. Despite the lingering soreness from the previous night, the fullness felt undeniably right, necessary, even. Like two puzzle pieces finally sliding into place.

She began to move, rolling her hips experintally, testing angles and depths. Huo Ting Cheng’s hands imdiately found her breasts, cupping their weight through the thin silk that still clung to her arms. His palms were hot, almost burning, as he pushed the fabric off her shoulders completely, letting it pool around her waist. His thumbs brushed deliberately over her nipples, already peaked and sensitive, making them tighten further into hard points.

"Like this?" she asked breathlessly, finding a rhythm that made her toes curl, that hit sothing deep inside her that made stars burst behind her closed eyelids.

"Just like that," he confird, his voice rough as gravel. His fingers pinched gently at her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers with practiced precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight through her core like lightning strikes.

Tang Fei’s movents beca more confident, more assured. She rose and fell with increasing urgency, chasing the pleasure that was building in her belly like a gathering storm. She threw her head back, neck arching, lost completely in the overwhelming sensations, his large hands on her breasts, the exquisite stretch and friction below, the sounds of their ragged breathing and slick movent filling the quiet room.

"Faster," Huo Ting Cheng urged, one hand sliding down to grip her hip, his fingers digging into soft flesh as he guided her pace to sothing more demanding. His other hand continued its devoted attention to her breast, never ceasing its teasing tornt. "That’s it... don’t stop."

Her thighs began to burn with the sustained effort, muscles trembling and aching, but she didn’t care. The discomfort was distant, irrelevant. The coil of pleasure was tightening relentlessly in her belly, winding tighter and tighter, and she could feel him pulsing inside her, growing impossibly harder, impossibly larger.

"Ting Cheng... I can’t..." she panted, her carefully maintained rhythm beginning to falter as exhaustion and overwhelming sensation warred within her.

"Yes, you can," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire and sothing deeper, pride, perhaps, or fierce tenderness. His thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, circling with exactly the right pressure, the perfect amount of friction. "Co for first."

The dual stimulation, his thumb working magic, his other hand still teasing her nipple rcilessly, the overwhelming fullness of him buried deep inside her, proved too much. The coil snapped. She cried out, his na torn from her throat as her body clenched around him rhythmically, powerfully. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, each one cresting higher than the last, her vision whiting out at the edges as ecstasy consud her entirely.

Huo Ting Cheng groaned deeply, his hands gripping her hips hard as he thrust up into her several more tis before finding his own release, spilling hot inside her.

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