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What Jinshi finds so appealing about her legs, Maomao will never understand. They’re relatively short, not muscular, and not particularly beautiful. And yet he'll always lay his head on her lap as if she was a human pillow, his long fingers caressing her skin from calf to knee in a way that soothes her muscles.

Tonight is no different: Maomao is reading a book, sitting with her back against the headboard, and Jinshi is resting his head on her thighs. At first glance, it would be the idyllic image of a couple spending time together, if not for the fact that they’re both naked, the sheets are crumpled around them, and they are still in that beautiful, ecstatic post-coital moment.

At least Jinshi is, judging by the wide, blissful smile on his face. Maomao likes to indulge a little in bed after they make out, but this time she has something more mundane in mind than cuddling. She wants to check out the latest book the Madam has sent her, so instead of the usual fondling time, she resorts to reading while playing with strands of his hair, combing them and twirling them around her fingers. 

Because of her newly acquired position in the palace as the most trusted person in the imperial household, Maomao now vouches for the erotic books that are distributed in the rear palace. They’re only allowed to be distributed once Maomao gives her stamp of approval, signifying they are suitable for maids and concubines. Otherwise they can’t be handed out. Truth is, reading smutty fiction isn't really her idea of fun, but they're relatively quick to get through and a good way to pick up new ideas. Some for the emperor, some for her.

This one, however, is definitely not what she was expecting, and as she reads another paragraph, she grimaces and mutters her disappointment as a snort.

Jinshi moves his head to look at her. "Is something wrong?"

Maomao exhales, brows furrowed. "No, nothing."

"It doesn't seem like nothing." Her fingers are still tangled in his hair, moving strands away from his face. Jinshi shifts a little, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips. "You know you can talk to me."

There's such tenderness in his voice that Maomao almost feels her heart miss a beat. He's planting small kisses on her palm, his worried eyes on hers.

"This book." She says. 

Jinshi looks confused. "Isn't it one of the new erotic books we gave to the maids?"

"It's a new one. Granny sent me a few so I can check if they're appropriate."

Jinshi lets go of her hand and goes to lie beside Maomao, his head resting on his hands, his elbows on the bed. "Isn't it?"

"Yes. But..."

"But?" He spurs her on, raising an eyebrow.

"It's terrible." She replies with a disgusted look on her face, thinking about the last part she just read.

One of Jinshi's hands takes the book from her and he lies back down, his hair spread out on the mattress. He flips through the pages, lingering a bit on the illustrations, his long legs crossed, his foot swinging as he reads. Maomao's eyes are on his body and she can feel her cheeks burning a little.

What she sees before her is so incredibly sensual that she can't take her eyes off him. His dark, raven hair is scattered around his head, framing his delicate face. His long eyelashes are half closed, all his attention on what he's reading, his eyes moving as they glide through the words. It wouldn't be such a luscious sight were it not for the fact that he’s completely, unabashedly, gloriously naked, his magnificent frog resting on his belly. He is simply breathtakingly beautiful.

"Why do you think it's not appropriate? It seems fine to me," Jinshi says, looking back at her. Maomao doesn't answer and doesn't take her eyes off his body either. He raises an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

Maomao blinks as she's pulled out of her own thoughts. "Hm?"

Jinshi grins. “Are you staring?”

Yes. “No,” she replies. “I’m not.”

“Looks like you are.” He chuckles.

Maomao would slap herself. Not because she was staring, because the Gods know he's worthy of a good look, but because he caught her staring at his groin. Just like any other servant who's fawning over the eunuch Jinshi. She involuntarily giggles at the thought. Eunuch. Heaven forbid, because he's definitely far from being one.

"What were you saying?" Maomao tries to change the subject.

Jinshi gives her a ‘I know what you're trying to do’ look, eyebrows raised and lips curled, but apparently decides not to tease her any further. He closes the book and hands it to her. "You said it wasn't good, but I like it. The pictures are suggestive without being too crude."

"Have you read it?"

"Just a paragraph here and there, why?"

She snatches the book out of his hands. "I wasn't referring to the illustrations," she mutters. "I meant the way it's written." 

Sometimes Maomao wonders what kind of book he's used to reading. Certainly not pornographic literature, that's for sure, but she thought he had some taste in fiction. Apparently he doesn't.

Jinshi moves his head and rests on her lap again. He resumes caressing her legs, his fingertips moving back and forth. "Would you like to elaborate?"

Maomao snorts and then begins to flip through the pages, stopping when she finds the section she was looking for. In a very dramatic gesture, she exhales before starting to read.

“When Haoran kissed her, blush seared into Lixue's cheeks like lava. His lips were perfect as they were made to fit her own. The gentle and vigorous movement of their tongues warmed her ardently inside.”

She pauses for a moment to watch his reaction. Jinshi looks at her but says nothing, the only reaction being a raised corner of his mouth, as if he is amused but still unable to understand why she found the passage she just read so bad.

"So?" Maomao asks.

"What's wrong with it? It's just a simple description of a kiss." He replies as if that's the only possible answer.

"Is that how you would describe a kiss?"

"Well, I'll admit it's a little flowery here and there." He seems to be thinking a bit as he averts his gaze. "But a kiss warms you inside."

"No, it excites you because the intimate parts are more responsive. In a woman, there's a sensation of wetness due to fluids secreted to facilitate sexual activity. A man can easily have an erection."

"I know," Jinshi interrupts. He gives her an embarrassed look and knits his eyebrows.

Maomao doesn't miss the blush on his cheeks. He's really good at doing naughty things and he’s not ashamed to do them in private or in public. Apparently, however, talking about them out loud makes him uncomfortable. She grins mischievously and flips through the pages again. This is going to be fun.

She clears her throat and resumes reading.

"No amount of squirming seemed to satisfy the itch that begged to be scratched. Lixue moved with Haoran's skilled fingers, his feathery touch meeting her quivering. His large manhood touched the milky skin of her virginal thighs, his girth growing like a lotus blooming in the warm light of the sun."

A muffled sound stops her. She looks down at him, the book still in her hand. Jinshi shamelessly tries to hide his smile behind the back of his hand. Maomao coughs and gets his attention.

"Why are you laughing?" She asks, blinking.

"I don't know if it's more fun to see your deadpan face or hear your flat voice as you read this." The humor in his voice is hard to miss. "I'd say it's... appropriate."

Maomao narrows her eyes. "Which is more appropriate, virgin thighs or comparing male anatomy to a blooming lotus?"

"They're both poetic, aren't they?" He tries not to smile.

"I've never seen a penis bloom." She points out, dragging out the last word.

The only response she gets is a small chuckle, so she decides to continue.

“Haoran paused, his languid eyes, shining like crystals, locked with hers, and Lixue lost herself in the reflection of the light dancing in his irises. Then he filled her to the brim before a word was uttered, and Lixue felt as if her life finally had a purpose, and it was to be one with him. Their bodies collided like stormy waves hitting the shore. Pleasure quaked from her as she yelped for more, and he impaled her, pleasure lighting up his face.” 

With a soft thud, Maomao closes the book and throws it on the bed. Jinshi is no longer sneering, but laughing so loudly that even the people on the other side of the palace can hear him.

"The choice of words is... peculiar." Jinshi does his best to keep his facade from crumbling, his lips twitching as he tries to keep from laughing.

Maomao raises an eyebrow. "Which one? Filling her to the brim or impaling her?"

Jinshi snorts. "Probably the latter, I get the metaphor, but it's horrible."

"The problem here, aside from the questionable way they write a normal penetration, is how a woman, especially a virgin, would approach the act. It sounds extremely painful."

A faint blush creeps up his neck. "Isn't it?"

With her free hand, Maomao moves a strand of hair away from his cheek. "It depends, every woman is different and not all of them will feel pain or bleed. Some discomfort is to be expected, but I wouldn't compare that discomfort to being impaled." She lingers on his scar, fading but still there, her fingertips moving slowly.

Jinshi closes his eyes at her touch and moves her hand to his mouth so he can plant pepper kisses on the tip of her fingers. "Did it hurt?"

Maomao raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"For you." The blush now colors his cheeks as well. "Your first time, I mean... I don't think I knew exactly what I was doing." He's clearly nervous.

"I think it was what I expected."

"How so?"

"My sisters told me what to expect and how to react, so I was prepared."

Jinshi lets go of her hand and stands up, sitting on his haunches in front of her, eyebrows knitted and pouting. "I didn't ask you if you were prepared, I want to know if I hurt you."

For a moment, Maomao is confused. She has fond memories of her first time with Jinshi, though it wasn't the amazing experience described in books. He was extremely caring, clumsy here and there, as she probably was, considering they never had any experience before. Jinshi went to great lengths to make sure she was ready and wouldn't regret it, and he kept asking her if he was hurting her. Several times. They probably didn't last more than five minutes, but by the time they were done, she was already a little sore.

To be honest, when she actually saw his more than decent frog with her own eyes, she was a little concerned. Her sisters had told her that it would probably not be a big deal even if he was very well endowed, and it turned out that even though she was quite petite compared to him, it did fit.

The best memory of that night, however, was the bath they took afterwards. It was Jinshi's idea, and he made sure to wash her thoroughly while standing behind her. There wasn't anything lustful about the way he washed her hair or the way he helped her soothe the pain in her legs by massaging them with the soap. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, her hands, her arms, in such a reverent way that it still made her blush.

Maomao crosses her arms over her chest. "You asked me then, and I told you I was fine."

"I know you did," Jinshi says, exhaling. "But I wish you would be more open about what you like and don't like." He looks away, embarrassed.

"I think you know what I like and dislike."

"I kind of do, yes, but definitely not because you've ever told me."

Maomao blinks at his words and remains silent, mostly because she doesn't really fathom their meaning. Jinshi knows exactly how to satisfy her and what kind of things she likes in bed, so she doesn't really understand why their conversation turned out like this. She opens her mouth to answer when Jinshi suddenly kisses her. His lips are warm and soft, slowly moving over hers in a very sensual way, the tip of his tongue tracing a path across her lips. One of his hands reaches her face and cups her cheek, his thumb moving to caress the corner of her mouth.

When they part, her breath is a little faster than before. Maomao's eyelids are suddenly heavy, and when she flutters her eyes, Jinshi is looking at her longingly. He's still kneeling in front of her, even though he's moved slightly towards her. His disheveled hair falls like a black cascade over his shoulders, strands brush his face. He bites his lower lip.

"So?" Jinshi asks with a hoarse voice.

"Hm?" Maomao's eyes are on his lips. "So what?"

"How was it?"

A familiar warmth spreads through her body and her very rational thoughts go in a very irrational direction. "Too short." She leans in to kiss him again, closing her eyes. When he stops her with his forefinger on her lips, her eyes snap open in surprise, his face barely an inch from hers.

There’s a very familiar, mischievous smile on his face. “That’s not what I asked.”

Maomao tries to bite his finger, but he’s quicker than her and moves his hand away. “What the hell?” She frowns.

“Do you like kissing me?”

She looks at him sideways. The kiss they just shared implied that he had certain thoughts in mind, and she doesn't mind the idea. What she doesn't like, however, is being riled up when there's no payback in sight. "Why are we having this conversation right now?"

His face comes closer to hers, eyelashes fluttering. "Do you like it or not?" Jinshi says in a low, sweet voice.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's a simple question."

"I don't understand what you want me to say."

Jinshi leans forward and then his lips are on her neck, kissing it tenderly. His warm breath makes her shiver, his lips linger on her pulse point and she swears she can feel him smiling against her skin. A tingling sensation lights up her core and she closes her legs a fraction.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes, I do." Maomao tries her best not to moan, but her voice comes out more like a breathless plea.

In a second, his lips are on hers again, but this time he's not so gentle. He's ravaging her mouth, nibbling and pulling, his tongue intertwining with hers in a more passionate kiss. She loses herself in the sensation and doesn't resist as he maneuvers her and lays her down on the bed with him on top of her.

Maomao's hands seek support by wrapping around his neck, her fingers sinking into his hair, pulling. Jinshi moans, silenced by her lips, his tongue still moving in sync with hers. What was just a tingling sensation moments ago is now a wildfire that spreads through her entire body, igniting her. She craves contact, she craves him, and so she tries to make him lose his balance by pulling him towards her, so that she can feel his warm body against hers.

But then, suddenly, Jinshi breaks the kiss.

His eyelids are heavy, his pupils dilated. Jinshi still stands on his hands, towering over her, his hair now brushing the delicate skin of her chest and breasts, tickling her nipples. Maomao feels his erection touching her leg and now she's absolutely sure he's aroused too. When she reaches for his mouth again, he moves back.

"Now tell me what you’d like." Jinshi says, his voice ragged and heavy, caressing one of her cheeks. "And I'll do what pleases you."

"You already know what pleases me."

The hand on her cheek moves to her mouth, a finger pressing against her lower lip. "You're not a very talkative person, it's time to fix that."

With a sultry smile on his face, he kisses her again without moving his hand from her face. This time it's even more provocative and sensual, his tongue searching for hers, his lips hard and warm, his finger almost digging into her skin, holding her mouth open. Then his lips slide with slow, meticulous movements, moving lower, a trail of passion reaching her chin, then her neck, until he's at her collarbone.

Each of his kisses makes her skin burn, desire spreading from her core to her whole body, and she aches for more. Her fingers sink into his hair, craving, pulling, and she can feel him giggling against her, the vibration reverberating through her whole body.

One of his hands cups her breast and he squeezes her soft skin while the trail of kisses stops at her nipple, his tongue curling and mouth closing around it. Maomao tugs at his hair and shuts her eyes, her mouth opening in a breathless moan, her back arching upward. She loves when Jinshi worships her small, perky breasts, and she loves it even more when he nibbles on them, the pain of it being exactly what makes her body craves. She knows he knows, because he bites her every time.

This time, however, he continues kissing her, his hand kneading but not going any further. When Maomao pulls on his hair, urging him to do so, he releases her nipple with a soft pop. She moves her head to look at him and meets his half-closed eyes and a very cocky grin on his lips, glistening in the dim light.

"Yes?" He asks in a low voice, pinching her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

Maomao bites her lower lip and stifles a groan. "Why did you stop?"

"I'm waiting." Jinshi raises an eyebrow and closes his eyes a fraction.

"For what?"

"For your command: tell me what you want."

Suddenly, Maomao struggles to swallow. Is he really waiting for her to ask him to do what she wants? There's no point in hiding his erection, which means he wants it as much and probably as fast as she wants it. She tugs at his hair again, but he doesn't move. He can't be serious.

"Don't play coy with me." Maomao wants to sound sharp, but her voice comes out a little ragged. "I can see that you're aroused."

Just when she thinks she has him, Jinshi bows his head down again without breaking eye contact. He licks her areola, his tongue flicking across her nipple."You. Need. To. Ask."

She tortures her lower lip, trying not to moan. All this teasing will break her.

"Bite it!" She shouts, more of an order than a request.

Jinshi stares directly into her eyes, so hard that it is difficult for her to hold his gaze without blushing. For a moment that seems to last forever, neither of them moves. Then a thin grin, full of what looks like satisfaction and lust appears on his face. He lowers his head and takes pity on her, finally wrapping his lips around her breast and biting her nipple.

All Maomao can do is inhale sharply, the stinging sensation of pain colliding with the wave of pleasure that hits her at the same moment. Her core clenches as a jolt travels through her body, and she can feel her skin burning as a familiar sensation begins to build inside her. She lets go of his hair and grabs the sheets instead, squeezing them tightly.

Jinshi nibbles a few times, each time eliciting a whiny moan from her, each time setting her body on fire even more, before letting go of her nipple. Maomao wants to protest the lack of contact, but when she opens her mouth to speak, she bites back another moan and closes her eyes; his fingers are now stroking her clit, making heavenly circles around it.

"Spirits." She mumbles, her voice cracking as her legs shake.

A soft rustling of the sheets tells her that Jinshi has moved. His fingers continue to rub her, pressing lightly on her clit from time to time. His movements are as light as they are measured, but he doesn't go any further.

"Tell me," his voice has dropped, not as collected and controlled as it was before. "Is it good?"

"Yes." Maomao opens her eyes to see Jinshi between her legs, on his haunches. He's grinning, smug. Oh, he has no idea what he has gotten himself into.

"What do you wa一"

"Your mouth." He moves toward her face, his hands still teasing her. She stops him with a hand on his chest, smiling. "I don't want a kiss, use your tongue where your fingers are." And with that, she points to the apex of her thighs with a tilt of her head.

A really cute blush appears on his cheeks and Maomao smiles delighted. She has to admit that she's indeed the kind of person who is not very talkative when it comes to sex. However, she has never had the tender innocence of a virgin, even when she was, in fact, a virgin. Growing up in a place where intimacy between two people is often only a service provided by a brothel has made her a very pragmatic person. But she finds it endearing that Jinshi mistook her for someone who doesn't know what she wants. And who has no problem asking for what she wants.

The blush has reached his ear, his eyes are dark and full of desire, piercing into hers. He smiles and looks down at his hand, still moving over her clit. He makes a longer stroke and Maomao suppresses a moan. Jinshi slowly moves down her body, kissing her breastbone and then her navel until he grabs her hips, fingers digging into her skin, and pulls her hips up.

Maomao gasps in surprise at the movement. "What are you一"

Whatever she wants to say dies in her throat as he laps her folds, parting them and closing his lips around her clit. She cries out as he sucks, arching her back and holding onto the sheets with all the strength she has. Jinshi pushes her towards him so that she's basically straddling him, both legs on his shoulders, and it's only a matter of seconds before one of his fingers enters her after another long and deliberate stroke.

Jinshi is merciless but tantalizingly slow, his eyes closed, his attention focused on her. He literally worships her in the best possible way, his hands holding her legs tightly, probably leaving small marks where his fingers hold on to her soft skin.

The tension begins to build inside her, radiating from her core up her spine, making her feel dizzy, his wet lips making the most shameless sounds as he sucks and licks. But it's not enough .

"Another finger." She asks breathlessly.

Jinshi slowly opens his eyes and his piercing, hungry gaze is on her face. She can't see half of that face, hidden by her own body, but she can feel him smiling over her lower lips, his tongue flicking over her folds, and she mirrors him, mouth half open. He sucks on her clit again, this time lingering, and then gives in, adding a second finger as she asked. He moves them in a frenzy, in and out, stretching her just a little, and they curl each time they're inside, hitting that special spot that always makes her moan as a wave of intense pleasure spreads from her folds, igniting her whole body under his touch.

The position is not comfortable, more than half of her body is lifted up, basically sitting on his face, her legs in the air and his strong hand the only thing preventing her from falling. The intensity with which Jinshi looks at her makes that wave of pleasure rise higher and higher and higher.

Maomao comes with a high-pitched sound, her hands desperately trying to find something to hold on to, so her arms reach over her head and grab the sheets, while she breathes heavily and moans. Jinshi helps her ride her orgasm, his fingers teasing her, his mouth still on her clit, flicking and sucking, coaxing everything out of her. His movements on her make it last longer than usual, that electric feeling that makes her tremble and shudder seems to last forever.

Then, after one more deliberate movement of his tongue, Jinshi lets go of her and slowly lowers her hips so that she's lying back down on the bed. His hands caress her from her knee to her thigh and stop there.

"Look at you." His voice is husky, deep, and thick with arousal. "You’re so beautiful."

Maomao slowly opens her eyes, her breathing not yet back to normal, her hands still above her head, holding the sheets for dear life. When she looks at him, she can see his lips glistening with her fluids, the disheveled hair framing his face, his eyes longing and half closed, his lashes fluttering. Jinshi is still sitting on his haunches, small beads of sweat running down his chest.

"Now," he continues, crawling over her, his voice so low it's barely a whisper. "How was it? How did it feel?"

When he's almost at her head level, she smiles, lifting her chin. "You really want to know?"

"Mh-hm."

There's a familiar tremble in his voice, and by the way his eyes focus on her lips and his cock twitches, the tip glistening, she knows he's about to lose it. Maomao grins.

"That was probably the best oral sex we have ever had. Every little movement, every light touch managed to overwhelm me with pleasure. Every time your fingers curled when they were all in, when your tongue flicked exactly where—”

Her sentence is interrupted by his lips pressing hard against hers. It's a rough kiss, passionate, he ravishes her mouth, lapping and nibbling. She can feel his length rubbing against her inner thigh and when he moves to rest on his elbows on either side of her head, she grabs his erection and squeezes it. Jinshi moans into her mouth, her lower lip caught on his teeth, and he bucks his hips. Maomao moves her head to the side and he begins to kiss her from her cheek down to her neck.

"So," she whispers in his ear. "How does it feel?"

"Maomao..." He hisses as her small fingers move over his length.

"I'm waiting."

"Good." Slowly, his head rests on her shoulder. "Too good."

She makes a deliberate movement from base to tip, squeezing and rubbing, and she hears him moan her name. Her core clenches, her legs ache. When she's about to do it again, his hand halts her.

"Please stop." Jinshi gasps, raising his head and looking her dead in the eyes. "I want to一"

It's her time to silence him, this time by pressing her index finger to his lips. Maomao knows exactly what he wants, because it's exactly what she wants.

"Flip me over."

Maomao witnesses him looking at her with pure lust, his pupils dilated and black as ponds of dark water. But she also sees a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and she can only imagine why.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"I thought you'd rather一" Jinshi raises an interrogative eyebrow, the corners of his lips curling slightly in a wicked smile.

"I like kissing you, but I like it better when you take me from behind."

At her words, his cock twitches in what looks like a painfully pleasurable sensation. Jinshi's mouth opens in obvious surprise, just to close immediately after, and the only thing Maomao does is grin. She can tell he wasn't expecting that answer; he's usually very affectionate when it comes to their intimacy, and she knows he likes to kiss and caress her. But a tender and intimate position isn't always the best one.

Jinshi raises an eyebrow, as if he's thinking about what he just heard. His expression changes and he smirks. Then, without even using his full strength, he grabs her waist and shifts her position so that she's now lying on her stomach on the mattress. The sudden movement makes her let out a small cry, which immediately turns into something much more sensual as Jinshi pulls her towards him with his hands.

She can clearly feel his erection pressing against the small of her back, his long legs between her small ones, his hair caressing her back as he leans down to kiss her neck, then her shoulder, then her upper back. Maomao shudders at the sensation, her mouth opening in a wanton moan as his fingers find her folds again.

When his thumb flickers over her clit, Maomao moans as she lifts herself up on her elbows. "Enough with the teasing." She mutters, turning her head to face him.

The smile Jinshi gives her at her words is feral. He places a hand on her cheek, his fingers tracing her cheekbone, and then the same hand goes straight to his cock, a sinfully wet sound filling the air as his fingers pump it. Maomao focuses on his face: the half-lidded eyes and the half-open mouth, twisted in pleasure and anticipation.

The tip of his length slides over her slit. Once. Twice. Maomao gasps, her breath catching in her teeth. Gods, she'll kill him if he keeps teasing her. The third time he parts her folds and in one deep movement he's completely inside her, their bodies flush against each other.

She stops at the sudden sensation of fullness and moans loudly, a wave of pleasure hitting her hard and she grips the sheets again, so tight her fingers hurt. Jinshi gasps loudly behind her, trying to breathe evenly.

Maomao is about to spur him on again, begging him to move. After a moment of taut stillness, he slips out almost completely, only to come back with a powerful thrust, rolling his hips when he's all the way in.

Jinshi sets a pace that's torturous and intense, each time slipping out so far that the tip of his cock graces her entrance, only to slam back, deeply. Maomao gasps and cries, much louder than she wants, arching her spine and throwing her head back. Jinshi echoes her, both hands at her side, his hair bouncing and moving over her bare skin, a tingling sensation that adds to the pleasure she's feeling.

A sensation of intoxicating excitement fills her body as she realizes that Jinshi is no longer asking what she wants, what she needs, how it feels. When she turns her head to look at him, his eyes are closed, his eyebrows furrowed, the muscles in his arms tense as if he's trying to control himself. Maomao licks her upper lip.

"Faster." She demands. Jinshi opens his eyes when he hears her voice. "Rougher."

No words escape his lips.

He stops.

Then, just as she's about to command him again, he uses a hand on her back to push her flat against the bed, without a trace of gentleness in his gesture. She tries to move, but he won't let her. When she tries again, he opens her legs further with his knees and she can feel him sliding further inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate him, fire pooling low in her core.

Jinshi sets a ruthless pace, his hips pushing against hers with every single deep movement, each time grazing that spot inside her that makes her toes curl, each time hitting her clit. Maomao can feel that familiar pulsing sensation slowly growing inside her again. When she tries to move her legs, he spreads them a little further, and the position gives him more leverage to go even deeper.

Maomao is dizzy as she feels that familiar feeling of tightness growing once again. The hand holding her in place, his hair running down her spine, the soft mattress in stark contrast to the hardness of his body makes her core clench around him. The wave of pleasure she's riding gets higher and higher and she can already feel the release. It's there, almost there .

She tenses and closes her eyes as her walls finally crack and clench inside her. Maomao screams his name, the muscles of her back arching, her abs tightening as a powerful orgasm hits her. Her lips tremble and her eyes flutter as she struggles to focus on anything other than him rocking inside her.

When Jinshi bites her shoulder, pleasure mixes with pain and she groans. He makes a dark noise and speeds up, pounding faster. Maomao is surprised when he doesn't help her off the wave of pleasure she's riding by slowing down. In fact, he's doing the exact opposite.

For once, Maomao feels she can't rely on any information her sisters give her about what's happening inside her. The only thing she can feel is the tension in her core, which hasn't gone away completely, but is building up again and again, faster and faster. Faster than before. So fast that she comes a second time, this time with a wanton, loud whine, hiding her face in the mattress, her fingers clinging to the sheets.

“Jinshi… ” His name on her quivering lips sounds like a sob, but she's too far gone to care.

He lets out a dark, raw moan and speeds up. One of his arms now wraps around her waist and pulls her against him, his fingers digging half moons into her skin. Maomao can feel his hot breath on her bare neck, his movements becoming more frantic and erratic. He thursts one last time and stills, biting her shoulder hard, frenzied as he comes, spilling inside her. She hisses as the pain spreads, his hips rocking gently a couple of times until he stops. His arm is still wrapped around her waist and he lets go, his chest falling gently on her back, their bodies flush.

After a moment, Jinshi kisses the spot where he just bit, his breath labored, the heat of his body against hers. It's a gentle kiss, as if to forget the rush and passion of before, and Maomao lowers her head, eyes fluttering.

"My legs," she says breathlessly. "They're going numb."

Jinshi moves his arm away, placing the hand at her side to balance himself. "S-Sorry."

He kisses her again, this time on her neck, lingering there, his head resting near hers. Then he slips out, and Maomao moans at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Her legs tremble, her walls still clenching as the last jolts of her orgasm slowly abandon her.

Maomao finally collapses on the bed, panting. Jinshi is at her side, lying on his back, one arm covering his eyes as he gasps for breath, his mouth open and his hair disheveled around his head. They stay next to each other in silence for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath. The bed is a mess, but neither of them cares at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I..." Jinshi still struggles to speak. "I didn't mean to..."

Maomao slowly opens her eyes and turns to him. "Mh?"

“To be so—” His cheeks look slightly redder than before. "Animalistic."

It takes a lot of effort for Maomao to pull herself up on her elbows. "What?" She asks, genuinely surprised.

Jinshi groans. "I didn't mean to be so rough, I was so over excited that I didn't even realize I was hurting you."

"What are you talking about?"

For the first time, he moves his arm so he can see her properly. He looks directly into her eyes before looking down, embarrassed, eyebrows furrowed.

"You said your legs were numb."

"And?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Maomao blinks and bites her lower lip, the corner of her mouth twitching. "My attention was definitely on another part of my body, and I think the pleasure I experienced was definitely more important and overwhelming than the fact that you opened my legs too much with your knees."

Jinshi grunts before looking at her again, his cheeks a cute shade of red. "I kind of hate you for being so rational."

"I asked you to turn me around and you did. Didn't you say I needed to talk more?" He sulks but doesn't answer. Maomao crawls on the bed until she can rest her head on his chest and looks at him. "You didn't hurt me at all."

One of his hands moves a strand of her hair away from her face. "Are you sure?"

"I love it when you're caring, I really do, but sometimes I don't want you to. I want you to let go of your inhibitions and not hold back." Maomao closes her eyes again at his touch.

"That..." Jinshi clears his throat and laughs softly. "I can try."