She kissed him again, slower this time, and pushed him flat on the bed. She swung a leg over his hips. The torn dress rode up, and there was nothing under it. She had taken the underclothes off in the heat of the hall and never put them back on.
"Hands," she said.
He put both hands on her breasts. They filled his palms, warm and heavy, and the nipples were already hard. He squeezed, rolled them under his thumbs, and watched her mouth open.
"Stay there," she said. "You do not get to rush. You just broke through like a fool, so I set the pace, and you lie there and take it."
She reached down, wrapped her hand around his cock, and stroked him twice. He was already hard. She held him in place and sank down in one slow push, taking him until her ass met his hips.
"Fuck," Gu Fan said.
"Quiet," Bai Bing said. Her voice shook. "You are thick. Give me a second."
