Desperate Embrace

As Jian and Ling lay together, they both knew that they had to be careful. The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with tension. Jian could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew that he had to be gentle. Ling seemed to sense his nervousness, and she guided him with her hands, helping him to find a rhythm that worked for both of them. At first, Jian was hesitant, unsure of how to please Ling or how to react to her touch. But as they began to move together, he felt a surge of excitement and a sense of freedom that he had never experienced before. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, and Jian felt a rush of adrenaline as he realized that he was actually doing this. As they continued, Jian's inexperience showed, and he found himself a bit too eager, a bit too rough. Ling gasped, and Jian immediately stopped, looking at her with concern. "Am I... am I hurting you?" he asked, his voice shaking. Ling smiled and took his hand, guiding it to her body. "You're not doing anything wrong," she said, her voice gentle. "It's just that... I'm not used to this either." Jian nodded, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. He tried to adjust his movements, to make sure that he was pleasing Ling and not hurting her. But as they continued, he realized that he was still being a bit too aggressive, a bit too rough. Ling gasped again, and this time Jian stopped, looking at her with concern. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'm doing." Ling smiled and leaned in close. "It's okay," she said. "Just... slow down, okay?" Jian nodded, taking a deep breath. He tried to calm down, to focus on Ling's pleasure rather than his own. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw a mixture of emotions there - fear, excitement, and a deep vulnerability. As they continued, Jian realized that he had to be more careful, more gentle. He didn't want to hurt Ling, didn't want to scare her off. He took a deep breath and tried to focus, to make sure that he was pleasing her and not himself. Ling seemed to sense his struggle, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're doing fine," she whispered. "Just... relax, okay?" Jian nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards her. He tried to calm down, to focus on her pleasure rather than his own. And as they moved together, he felt a sense of connection that he had never experienced before. Their bodies moved in sync, and Jian could feel the tension building inside Ling. He knew that she was close, and he tried to focus on her, to make sure that she was satisfied. As they reached their climax, Jian felt a rush of excitement, mixed with a sense of relief. He lay there for a moment, his chest heaving with exertion, and looked at Ling. She was smiling, her eyes closed, and Jian felt a surge of love and gratitude towards her. He knew that this was just the beginning, that they had a long way to go before they could truly understand each other. But as he looked into her eyes, he knew that he would do anything to protect her, to make sure that she was safe and happy. And as they lay there together, Jian realized that maybe, just maybe, this desperate bargain wouldn't be so bad after all.