Chenghai opened his pants without taking his eyes off me.
The wet fabric fought him for a few seconds, which was probably what he deserved after throwing both of us into the creek. He pushed it down far enough to free himself, then settled between my legs again.
I looked down.
That seemed like a mistake.
Chenghai was bigger than I expected, which was stupid because the rest of him had never suggested he would be reasonable about anything. My body was still loose and sensitive from his mouth and fingers, but I wasn't convinced that would be enough.
He followed my eyes and stopped moving.
His hand came up beside my face, thumb brushing slowly over my cheek while he waited. Chenghai didn't ask a pile of questions or make me explain something he could already see. He only stayed there, giving me time to decide whether I wanted him closer.
I wrapped my legs around his hips.
His face changed.
