Chapter 278: Goodnight Wife

Jingwei’s fingers circled her clit, and she gasped, her hips jerking toward the touch.

He kept the pressure light at first, learning what made her breath quicken and what made her squirm. When he found a rhythm that had her clutching at his shoulders, he maintained it, patient and steady.

Zhiyi had never felt quite like this with Hanchuan...not because Hanchuan wasn’t skilled, but because Jingwei’s newness made everything feel more vivid.

She couldn’t anticipate his next move, couldn’t relax into familiar patterns. She had to stay present, had to feel everything as it happened.

When Jingwei slid a finger inside her, she moaned and pressed her face against his neck.

He worked her slowly, adding a second finger when she relaxed enough to take it, his thumb still circling her clit. The dual sensation built steadily, pleasure coiling tighter in her belly.

"That’s it," Jingwei said softly. "Let me feel you."

Zhiyi’s hips moved against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything. She was close to something, could feel it building, but couldn’t quite reach it.

Frustration made her whimper, and Jingwei seemed to understand because he adjusted his angle, his fingers curling inside her.

The change was exactly what she needed.

Pleasure crashed through her suddenly, making her cry out and clench around his fingers. Jingwei held her through it, his movements gentling as she shuddered against him.

When she finally went limp, he withdrew his hand carefully and gathered her close. Zhiyi hid her face against his chest, overwhelmed by what had just happened and by how exposed she felt.

"Are you all right?" Jingwei asked, stroking her hair.

"Yes," Zhiyi said, her voice muffled. "That was," she paused, trying to figure out the right words. "I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly."

"We’ve been kissing for a long time. You were ready," Jingwei said simply. "And I’m not done with you yet."

She lifted her head to look at him, and the heat in his eyes made her shiver. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I want to be inside you," Jingwei said, his hand cupping her face. "If you still want that."

Zhiyi nodded, her body already responding to the idea despite how recently she’d come. "I do. I want you."

Jingwei kissed her deeply, then reached toward the nightstand.

She heard him open a drawer and realized he was getting a condom. The practicality of it was grounding, a reminder that he’d thought about this, that he wanted to take care of her in every way.

When he returned his attention to her, he settled between her thighs, his weight supported on his forearms. "Tell me if anything hurts."

"I will," Zhiyi promised, her hands resting on his shoulders.

She felt the head of his cock press against her, and then he was pushing inside slowly, giving her time to adjust. The stretch was intense, different from his fingers, and she breathed through it, willing herself to relax.

Jingwei paused when he was halfway in, his jaw tight with restraint. "How are you?"

"Good," Zhiyi said, and meant it. The initial discomfort was fading, replaced by a feeling of fullness that wasn’t unpleasant. "Keep going."

He sank deeper, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him in until he was fully seated.

They stayed like that for a moment, both adjusting to the intimacy of it, and then Jingwei began to move.

His thrusts were slow and careful at first, each one deliberate. Zhiyi closed her eyes and focused on the sensation, on the drag of him inside her and the way his body pressed against hers. It felt good, but not quite enough, and she shifted restlessly beneath him.

"What do you need?" Jingwei asked, his voice strained.

"I don’t know," Zhiyi admitted. "Different, maybe. More."

Jingwei adjusted his angle, and on the next thrust, something inside her sparked with pleasure. She gasped, and he did it again, more purposefully this time.

"There?" he asked.

"Yes," Zhiyi breathed. "Just like that."

He found a rhythm that hit that spot consistently, and the pleasure built again, faster this time.

Zhiyi’s hands moved restlessly over his back, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach. She could feel the tension in his body, the effort it took for him to maintain control, and it made her want him even more.

"Jingwei," she said, not sure what she was asking for.

"I know," he said roughly. "I’ve got you."

He slipped a hand between them, his fingers finding her clit again, and the added stimulation was exactly what she needed. Her second orgasm built quickly, overwhelming in its intensity, and when it broke over her, she cried out his name.

Jingwei thrust into her a few more times, his rhythm faltering, and then he groaned and buried his face against her neck as he came. She held him through it, her hands gentle on his back, feeling the way his body shuddered against hers.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both catching their breath. Eventually, Jingwei lifted his head and kissed her softly, then carefully withdrew. He dealt with the condom quickly and returned to gather her against him, pulling the blanket over them both.

Zhiyi settled against his chest, feeling boneless and satisfied in a way she hadn’t expected. Her body hummed with pleasant exhaustion, and she couldn’t stop the small smile that curved her lips.

"What are you thinking?" Jingwei asked, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her shoulder.

"That I’m glad we didn’t wait," Zhiyi said honestly. "And that I want to do this again."

Jingwei laughed softly and kissed the top of her head. "We have all the time in the world now."

She liked the sound of that.

The nervousness she’d felt earlier had faded entirely, replaced by a quiet contentment.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, a steady rhythm against the window. Inside, the lamp still glowed softly, casting warm light over the rumpled bed and their tangled bodies.

Zhiyi listened to Jingwei’s heartbeat beneath her ear and let her eyes drift closed.

"Thank you," she murmured, already half-asleep.

"For what?" Jingwei asked, his hand still moving gently through her hair.

"For being patient with me," Zhiyi said. "For making this good."

"It was good for me too," Jingwei said quietly. "Better than good. Perfect."

Zhiyi smiled against his chest and let herself relax completely.

After a while, Jingwei reached toward the lamp. This time, when he asked if she was ready for it to be off, Zhiyi nodded.

The room fell into darkness, lit only by the faint glow from the rain-streaked window. Jingwei settled back against the pillows and drew her close, and Zhiyi tucked herself against his side, her hand resting over his heart.

"Goodnight, wife," Jingwei murmured, his lips brushing her forehead.

"Goodnight, husband," Zhiyi replied, and felt him smile against her skin.

She fell asleep like that, held securely in his arms, the sound of rain and his steady breathing lulling her into dreams.