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“You’re so fucking wet, Lina,” I mumbled against her jaw before licking it as her walls grasped onto my digits. She groaned. “And so fucking ready to come on my fingers. Why don’t you be a good girl and let your professor take care of you, hm?”

“YespleaseJonathan,” she muttered. “Yesyesyes.”

She came as I pulled her into a wet, sloppy kiss. Her body tensed and arched into my chest. The sharp drag of her nails across my nape and shoulders made me moan into her mouth as she did into mine.

“Fuck, Jonathan,” she shrieked. Her body convulsed with the continuous releases of her climax around my fingers. “You make me feel so good.”

I pulled my fingers out of her, grunting. I hummed as she kissed my lips, then my cheeks, and licked a long strip down my Adam’s apple. A shaky breath quaked from my chest when she began to suck on it. Her devious tongue flicked with expertise, making me groan.

My long-forgotten, aching cock jumped at the sound of each sensuous whine, sigh, and moan. Lina reached into my shorts and pulled it out. She began pumping it slowly. A grumble of disapproval resounded from me as I gently pushed her hand away. We both shared a hard swallow when I pulled away from her.

“I want my first time to be with you now, Jonathan,” she murmured. Cheeks tinging a bright red. “I know you wanted to take it slow since I’ve never been with anyone else before, which is sweet of you. However, I like you. I want to be intimate with you. I want to know what I like with you. I want you to be the only one to make me feel good.”

“I really, really like you, too,” I said. “I like you so much I’m certain this is love, Lina.”

She flushed so hard her entire body burned red. Her lips parted to speak, but couldn’t. Instead, her hands reached out for me, and I fell into her slowly—the same way I fell in love with her with each passing day, softly and gently.

I love her. I love Lina Lee.

CHAPTER 34

Lina

Jonathan placed a tender kiss on my lips. “I know it’s a lot to take in, so please, don’t feel pressured to respond to my confession,” he murmured. “I just want you to know how I feel about you. I like you. And I’m in love with you, Lina Lee.”

Spellbinding emotions surged through me. All I wanted, more than ever, was to be one with him. My chest swelled until my ribcage ached with each breath. The only sound I could hear was my heartbeat. Yet, underneath the palm I placed over his chest, I could feel his heart thrashing to the very tempo of my pulse.

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes as I parted my trembling lips. “I’m in love with you, too, Jonathan Lo.”

His gentle fingers cupped my cheek and kissed me there. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m just overwhelmed with emotions,” I said.

He smiled softly at me, eyes wandering all over my face to ensure I was truly fine. He sighed, “We can stop tonight. You shouldn’t push yourself⁠—”

“No,” I interrupted him, blinking my tears away. “I’m ready.”

Jonathan tilted his head to the side and looked down at me with cocked brows. His fingers wiped my tears away and brushed my hair out of my face. “Tell me you want this, Lina. Use your words with me.”

I brought his other hand to my mouth and sucked each of his fingertips. He shuddered with each lick I gave him, his hard dick twitching at my side. When I arrived at his thumb, I made certain to give it the noisiest and sloppiest lap of my tongue.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me, Jonathan.” My words were muffled by his wet thumb still in my mouth.

“And I’ll gladly do that,” he murmured with a playful smirk. He kissed my forehead before pulling his thumb out of my mouth. “Let me go grab a towel and I’ll back.”

I nodded. It was just mere seconds before he came back with one of my towels in hand. His cheeks were flushed as he glanced at me shyly. He reached into his gym bag, which was filled with his spare clothes, and pulled out two small silver packets and a bottle. He walked over to bed.

“Sorry, Darling, you’re going to have to get up for a moment,” he said. “I’m going to lay down the towel in case you bleed.”

His voice dwindled to a soft mumble as I sat up, looking at him with curiosity. He paused at the bedside, swallowing thickly. I watched his Adam’s apple bob nervously.

“Why are you suddenly so shy?” I asked.

His ears burned crimson, finally turning to me. “I’ve never been with a virgin before.”

I blinked, surprised. “What about in high school?”

“No. My girlfriend at the time was experienced.” He sighed, reaching out to gently hold my chin between his fingers. “I’m scared of hurting you. Be honest with me if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?”