Returning - Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Companionship

It was only when her soft palm grasped his half-erect member that Ling Jianwei snapped back to his senses, looking somewhat at a loss as he stared at the woman straddling him. "Are you... are you okay?"

He had always known he had absolutely no resistance when it came to her. Whatever she wanted to do, he could never refuse.

So in the end, he had followed her into this room in a daze, completely as if his soul had been stolen, letting her press him down onto the large bed.

"I'm fine, I just want to have sex." Zhao Yu gave him an innocent smile, kneeling astride his body with her legs spread, both hands stroking the shaft she had already released. "You're hard."

He'd already been reacting to her suggestive words, and before entering, she'd been hugging and rubbing against him. Now that his entire length was being toyed with in her hands, it would be strange if he weren't hard.

Ling Jianwei drew a sharp breath, instinctively tilting his hips up to match the rhythm of her strokes. Though his body was so tormented by desire it had slipped beyond his brain's control, his thoughts remained clear.

He could tell—she wasn't in a good state.

Perhaps he had been wrong from the very beginning. He'd been so focused on boldly expressing his love for her, never realizing that his words were also ruthlessly striking her sorest spots.

Especially when she smiled through her tears and asked why he hadn't pursued her back then—that look in her eyes was like a knife, plunging straight into his heart.

"Tang Xi." Gazing at her face, still marked with tear stains, he couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke it. But beyond wiping away a little of the traces at the corners of her eyes, he didn't know what else to say.

It seemed she had long been riddled with wounds. No matter what he said, he would inadvertently touch one of her injuries.

"Mm..." Waves of pleasure from her stroking spread through his lower body, making him shudder involuntarily. As his fingertips traced from her cheek to the edge of her lips, he couldn't help but murmur again, "Xi Xi..."

Zhao Yu's movements halted. She looked up at him, stunned.

That name, this person—both seemed to belong exclusively to some distant memory.

"Ling Jianwei." She suddenly smiled at him again, her expression teasing. "That name doesn't seem to be yours to use, does it? Didn't you used to call me sister-in-law? Want to say it again for me? They say there's no dumpling better than a sister-in-law, and no one more fun to play with than a sister-in-law. Calling me that in bed should be pretty thrilling for you."

"Ngh..." Before Ling Jianwei could answer, she viciously scraped the sensitive tip of his cock twice with her fingernails. That long-missed stimulation made his entire body convulse uncontrollably, nearly causing him to disgracefully release right into her hand.

Zhao Yu smiled triumphantly, withdrew her hand, and flipped up her skirt. She efficiently pulled off her underwear and tossed it aside, then positioned her slick center over his rigid shaft, attempting to swallow him inside.

The moment he brushed against her soft folds, Ling Jianwei let out a muffled groan. He actively thrust upward, searching for her entrance, but when he felt she wasn't wet enough yet, he immediately pulled back.

Striking empty air, Zhao Yu tried to grasp his shaft and stuff it back into her core, but he flipped her over in one move, pressing her beneath him. His fingers ventured between her legs to explore, his voice hoarse. "Let me."

As if handling something precious and fragile, he leaned down and kissed her lips with the utmost care, while his fingers stroked gently along her slit, back and forth.

Although his kissing technique was still clumsy and his manual skills didn't seem to have improved much, compared to the boy from four years ago—so cautious yet always reckless—the man he was now was markedly more patient.

He tenderly tangled his lips and tongue with hers for a long time before reluctantly pulling away. He trailed kisses and licks down her slender neck, unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time. He lingered a long while over her full breasts, finally taking one pink bud into his mouth, savoring it slowly.

Zhao Yu let out a soft moan, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her slick folds ground incessantly against the finger still buried deep inside her, her lower abdomen scraping against his rigid shaft with every movement.

"Come inside." She was impatient, panting as she issued her command. "Fuck me."

Those last two words, unsurprisingly, made the blood in his entire body boil even hotter. The moment her slick folds grazed his swollen tip, he tensed up, his breath catching. In the next instant, a rough gasp escaped him as he stretched her entrance open and slowly pushed inside.

His movements were still incredibly cautious. Every time he pushed a little deeper, he asked nervously, "Does it hurt?"

He simply couldn't imagine how she—who had miscarried and undergone a hysterectomy four years ago—had withstood his brutish passion back then. Now, every time he thought about it, he wanted to slap himself hard across the face.

Zhao Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I just don't have a uterus, not a vagina."

What she needed right now was unrestrained, thoroughly satisfying sex. His pace couldn't satisfy her at all, so she pushed him down again, straddled him with her legs spread, and began an unabashed rhythm of swallowing and stroking him with her body.

Intense pleasure assaulted every fiber of his being. Ling Jianwei's breathing grew ragged, his entire body thrilled to the extreme. But terrified of losing face in front of her like he had that first time, he could only clench his jaw tightly and desperately suppress the urgent impulse to release.

Watching as her shirt hung wide open, her bra loose and dangling from her body, her two pale, gleaming breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her body, sending up waves of enticing motion—his eyes gradually reddened with lust. His hands unconsciously grasped those two soft mounds, kneading and squeezing with controlled force until both nipples stood exceptionally erect.

She gasped rapidly, a smile on her face, hands braced against his abdomen, as if tireless, sliding his shaft in and out again and again.

When orgasm finally arrived, she suddenly lost all strength, collapsing limply into his arms. Leaning against his heaving chest, she murmured, "Can't go back... there are no what-ifs..."

Ling Jianwei hadn't ejaculated yet and was at that critical edge, truly in unbearable discomfort. But seeing her reddened eyes, he didn't dare move recklessly. He could only hold her tightly, kissing her forehead again and again. "From now on, I'll stay with you."

She chuckled softly and shifted her hips. "Fuck me. Keep going."

Only then did Ling Jianwei dare to pull out slightly from where he was buried deep inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and sat up, maintaining their woman-on-top position as he slowly thrust his hips.

She didn't say another word the entire time. She just leaned quietly against him, enjoying wave after wave of orgasm he brought her.

When it was all over, she sat by the window, as was her habit, gazing at the bright, beautiful scenery outside while smoking one cigarette after another.

Ling Jianwei sat silently beside her, watching. He no longer tried to stop her from smoking; he could only offer her silent comfort and companionship.

A long while later, she got up and went to the bathroom to shower. She methodically dried her hair, got dressed, said goodbye to him calmly, opened the door, and left.

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