Tang Li felt as if she were floating in the sky, her mind momentarily blank, as if lacking oxygen, while gentle kisses fell on her lips. Her hands were still tightly clutching the shirt on Song Baiyan's body.
The man's palm caressed her waist through the bath towel.
Once Tang Li had completely calmed down and was less tense, she let go of Song Baiyan's shirt and tentatively started to unbutton it.
Then, with a flushed face, Tang Li said, "I'm supposed to be on top; I can't let you bully me."
With his head lowered, Song Baiyan allowed her to have her way. His gaze became increasingly indulgent, as a few strands of the girl's hair wrapped around the base of his left thumb, adding a touch of tenderness to his firm demeanor, "It's a girl's first time; you shouldn't be on top."
"…" Tang Li's movements in unbuttoning slowed down.
Even if she hadn't experienced it herself, she knew the first time could be somewhat painful. If it were girl on top, it might hurt more than she imagined.
