The last time?

"This is the last time we'll travel together."
On the way to Kenting, sitting next to him, that was my only thought. My mind was filled with thoughts of how to break up with him. Should I tell him? Or should I wait for him to tell me himself? Will he apologize? If he does apologize, should I accept it?
No. I told myself. How could he go out with his so-called "good friend" while I was taking final exams?
How many women can tolerate their boyfriends going out alone with their so-called female friends?
How many women can tolerate their boyfriends going out alone with their so-called female friends for two days?
How many women can tolerate their boyfriends going out with their so-called female friends and sleeping in separate rooms the next day?
How many women can tolerate their boyfriends going out alone with their so-called female friends and nothing happening the next day?
How many women can tolerate their boyfriends going out alone with their so-called female friends overnight, completely kept in the dark until his mother accidentally reveals that during the two days I thought he didn't come to Taipei to see me so I could focus on my exams, he wasn't actually at home, but instead drove this car with another woman sitting in the seat I'm sitting in now, going out for two days of fun?
No, I can't forgive him. Even if he kneels down and apologizes, I absolutely won't accept it. I absolutely cannot accept his apology.
But, for some reason, after two weeks of cold war, I still accepted his invitation and came to Kenting.
He's my first boyfriend, and also my first man. I think maybe I just want to leave a memento of this relationship.
Then, I'll leave him and completely forget him.
This morning, I sat next to him, silent the whole way, until we arrived in Kenting...?
"This can't really be considered Kenting, can it?" I thought. The car stopped at a cute little hotel by the roadside. Even if I have no sense of direction, I know it's still a while before we get to Kenting.
Anyway, I don't know how to leave here. After checking in, he dragged his luggage, and I followed him into the room.
The hotel was newly opened, everything was new, and the room was very clean. The room was on the first floor, with a floor-to-ceiling window facing west overlooking a large lake. If it weren't for the high-voltage power tower in the distance to the left, and if it weren't for the overcast weather, the scenery here in the afternoon would have been quite beautiful.
"Longluan Lake. I heard it's a popular birdwatching spot in autumn and winter. Unfortunately, I'm not very familiar with birds."
"I didn't expect you to be unfamiliar with something too," I thought, gazing out the window. He wasn't tall, not handsome, and had a bad temper. Although he had a good job, that wasn't what attracted me to him. Anyway, although I'm a student now, I've been working for several years, had a good job and income, so I don't have much financial pressure.
But he's knowledgeable and has an amazing sense of direction, so he can have fun no matter where he goes. I have a terrible sense of direction, so I feel quite at ease with him, even if we're just sightseeing without a plan.
More importantly, despite his fiery temper, he has never yelled at me. This makes me feel that his gentleness is exclusively for me.
Until last month.
Thinking about this, I realized I was already in bed. I had driven south from Taipei early in the morning and was exhausted. He leaned closer. His intentions were too obvious, but I didn't want to resist or give in.
"I just want to be a dead fish, so what? I'd like to see how you try to please me." I thought as he began to caress and suckle my pride. Let me be a queen one last time.
I've always felt insecure in this relationship, perhaps because it's a long-distance relationship? Perhaps because I've been more proactive in this relationship?
I was the one who asked him if he wanted to date me. I was the one who asked him if he wanted to sleep with me.
He once said he liked beautiful legs, which I don't have.
My proudest feature is my pair of big, adorable eyes, but he doesn't seem to care.
But maybe he likes my perfectly proportioned breasts, which are often complimented by lingerie shop assistants when I buy underwear. When he's not around, after showering, I often think like this.
I always feel that he's not very enthusiastic about loving me—except in bed.
Only during sex can I feel his love for me.
Today, he didn't particularly enjoy caressing my breasts. It also depends on my mood. When I'm in a bad mood, no matter how much he sucks and caresses my firm breasts, it can't arouse my desire.
He seemed to sense my indifference and began to attack my genitals. Before, he said he was a virgin, and I really didn't believe it. He seems to know the stimulation and teasing I like—but maybe he's just good at observing my reactions and learning how to please me? Now, through my underwear, he's teasing me with varying pressure and speed, using my favorite methods and rhythms.
However, I'm not as wet as I used to be. Today, I'm in a bad mood. A very, very bad mood.
He took off my light blue underwear and continued caressing me, bringing his head down. I pushed him away. I've been licked by him once before, and it felt quite good, but I don't like that feeling.
He knows I'm not aroused. It's strange, only at times like this does he show such tenderness and care that he doesn't usually do.
He held his penis with his hand, pressing the head against my clitoris and quickly stroking it. I could almost feel his semi-swollen penis gradually hardening. I used to be aroused by this move, especially when it was covered in my nectar. That feeling was so sensitive; the touch of the glans was smoother and gentler than my hand. I always loved it and wished he would enter me immediately.
Unfortunately, not today.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked softly, "Is it okay?"
I didn't answer, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. I never cared how long it lasted or how many positions we changed—those were things only men cared about. I only cared if you loved me. I didn't care how long it lasted, how big your penis was, or which position was more comfortable. I only knew that lying down was the most comfortable, that going in from behind was too deep, and that my legs would ache if it went on for too long.
But now, I wanted to pay attention and see what was going on. At least when the next man bragged to me about how long he could last, I would have a better idea.

He awkwardly inserted himself. His entry was always clumsy, which was strange. We weren't making love for the first time. But today, the lack of lubrication made his penetration more difficult, and I could clearly feel myself being stretched open. It had been three weeks since we'd had sex, and with the lack of lubrication, his penis, though as hard as usual, felt a little painful.
At first, he only went in halfway, thrusting, then gradually penetrating deeper, the thrusting accompanied by rotation, stimulating every part of me. As usual, he simultaneously attacked my still-erect breasts, sucking on my most sensitive left breast. I started to feel something, but I still tried to hold back, not making a sound.
We made love in silence like that. He moved in and out of me, doing his best to please me. I didn't want to react, but my body betrayed me, gradually becoming wet, and I gradually lost control of my breathing. He knew my G-spot, deliberately moving in and out shallowly. Although I wasn't very wet, it made the stimulation of his large glans over my G-spot even more pronounced. He seemed to notice my change, and suddenly thrust deeply to the very depths.
"Oh..." I let out a soft moan.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly.
"It hurts..."
"I'm sorry." He finally apologized. But it wasn't the kind of apology I expected. "You're so tight today."
"Actually, it's dry," I thought. After this little hiccup, my pleasure subsided a bit. He thrust even faster, but not all the way in. But just as I was starting to feel it again...
"I'm going to come..."
"..." I didn't know what to say. Saying "Wait, I haven't come yet..." at this point seemed a bit self-defeating. Suddenly, I felt a void, a hard object pressing on my lower abdomen.
"Ha...ha..." he panted. I felt a warm current spreading in my lower abdomen.
"Sorry...it seems too fast?"
"It's okay." I glanced at the clock. Five minutes. But this time, compared to before, he was a bit faster. Before, he always made my legs ache terribly, and all pleasure was gone. I remember once before we slept together, in the car, I helped him rub with my hand for over forty minutes and he still didn't come...
Oh well, why think about that? We're breaking up anyway.
We went into the bathroom, and as usual, he showered first, and I showered after the water warmed up. I'm always afraid of the cold.
He pressed against me from behind, and I pushed away his hands that reached for my chest, but I could still feel his lingering erection on my buttocks.
After showering, I wrapped myself in a towel, turned my back to him, and dried my hair with a hairdryer. He lay on the bed, and I knew he had been watching me the whole time.
"Okay, fine, let's see what you can do," I thought. I lay back down on the bed and turned on the TV.
"Sorry, I didn't arrive earlier, did I? You're really tight today..." he said.
"It's okay," I said coldly.
"It's not four o'clock yet, let's go for a walk."
"Where to?"
"Yeah, there's no sunset today, other places are a bit far, and eating seems too early," he said. It was a cloudy day, the air was humid, and it was quite muggy outside, almost like it was going to rain.
(Strange, only I'm not wet, haha!)
We quietly turned on the TV, probably both of us thinking.
He finally took the initiative and sat up.
"What?" I said. (Duh, I know what you're going to do.)
"You look beautiful like this," he said. Then he bent down and kissed me, his hands slipping under the towel, caressing my breasts and nipples. He kissed my neck deeply, his kisses leading down to my most sensitive left breast. Imagining the hickeys he would leave, as his hands explored my pubic area, I felt a warm current welling up inside me. My
body, which had just been unsatisfied, was aroused. Now, I wanted it.
I groped, but he dodged.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Don't play around, I'm afraid I'll come too soon," he said, while vigorously rubbing my clitoris.
This made me want to play even more. Under his assault, I was almost losing my mind, but I still managed to touch his already hard, steel-like penis. At this moment, I finally couldn't help but moan softly.
"What's wrong?" That familiar, annoying smile appeared on his face again.
"It's okay..." I said. Did he expect me to say "Come in quickly"? I'm a respectable woman, after all.
He obediently parted my legs, and my wetness allowed him to enter without any resistance.
"Ah~" That moment, the feeling of being filled was so good.
He moved in and out slowly, and that was good too. Only when his hardness was inside me could I feel his heart. To be honest, I don't know if his heart was too complicated, or if I wasn't smart enough, but I've always felt that he was a bit mysterious, that there was a part of him that I couldn't explore or understand.
Now, he was inside me, real. Real and hard, hot and gentle, rubbing against my G-spot again and again.
I knew he was thrusting very carefully. His penis wasn't just a monotonous, rapid in and out, but directional, sometimes diagonal, sometimes rotating, each thrust stimulating my entire being.
I couldn't hold on any longer, and with his rhythm, my throat naturally moaned.
After a while, he gradually increased the pace, his pubic bone hitting my clitoris, bringing even more pleasure...
"Faster, come on..." I shouted in my heart, but my mouth couldn't speak, I could only thrust my hips irregularly to meet his thrusts.
The pleasure intensified, and his weight on me was no longer a burden, but rather made me want to hold him tighter, to devour him completely.
"Oh... um... ah... ah... ah... oh... oh... um... oh... oh... oh... ah~"
Finally, I reached my climax. The familiar feeling of floating on clouds.
When I came to my senses, I found that he had stopped thrusting.
"You're squeezing too tight, I can barely move."
"......" Oh? I hadn't even noticed.
He moved away from me.
"You can get on top, okay?"
So he lay down, and I, still wrapped in a towel, knelt, holding his hard rod, and swallowed it.
"Oh~..."
As soon as I swallowed him, he was so wet that I accidentally went all the way in, and I immediately went limp, collapsing onto him.
"So he's still very sensitive." I thought.
He hugged me, pressing my beautiful breasts against his chest, waiting for me to come to my senses.
Exercise has never been my strong suit, and besides, I'm a novice in sex. Since our first time together, we've averaged three times a week, but excluding "inconvenient" times and the recent cold war, we've only done it about thirty times in total. And the position on top, well, while comfortable, is tiring. And I'm always afraid of breaking his penis.
That said, my body still needs it. After adjusting the position, I slowly started moving. I leaned down, finding the most comfortable position, swaying my plump hips, and vigorously fucking him. "I hope I don't break him," I thought.
"So beautiful," he said. His eyes were fixed on me, as if trying to see through the towel.
I closed my eyes, enjoying his hardness. This position allowed for very deep penetration, and I could freely use his penis to serve where I wanted. Although it was very comfortable, it was always the same—when I was almost at the climax, I was too weak to move anymore.
"Don't move, let me do it." He seemed to notice my weakness, ripped off the towel, and began thrusting rapidly from below, without any finesse, nakedly and forcefully going in and out of me, each time reaching my deepest point. His penis. I almost immediately felt that floating pleasure again, but as the pleasure subsided and I returned to reality, his thrusting made me a little uncomfortable.
"Okay, stop moving," I said weakly, lying on top of him.
He was still inside me, and when I caught my breath, he slowly pushed me up, his upper body upright. I brushed my hair aside.
"Like this. Can you move a little more?" he said.
I knelt on top of him, my upper body upright, and slowly moved my hips.
"It's so beautiful..." He looked at me, completely naked, his eyes closed, his face flushed. With my upper body upright, I could feel my firm breasts swaying with a beautiful rhythm and curves.
"I'm exhausted..." I said. Although I felt sexy, I was really tired.
She pulled out of me and laid me on the bed. Then she entered me again. Now I was completely defenseless, letting him kiss, caress, and thrust in and out of me.
"Are you squeezing?" he said.
God knows, I didn't have the strength to squeeze at all.
"So wet...it's getting tighter...you're really great today." He continued to thrust quickly. I didn't have the capacity to think about where he was, I only knew that another wave of orgasm came...
When I came to my senses, he was still on top of me.
"You haven't come yet?"
"Yeah."
"My legs are so sore...hurry up and come, or should I help you with my hand?"
"Let's change positions, maybe you'll come. You can lie on your stomach."
I knelt down, and he entered me from behind.
"Ah...a little shallower, it hurts!" I cried out softly.
"Sorry, I'll be careful." He said, thrusting in and out shallowly.
I don't know how big other men's penises are, after all, he was my first and only man. He said his size was about average, but for me, it was usually enough. I didn't really like being from behind, firstly because it went in too deep and often hurt; secondly, because I preferred the face-to-face feeling during sex, and being from behind made me feel a bit distant.
This position seemed stimulating for him, and for me too. Although I was very tired, his shallow thrusts brought me deep pleasure. Soon I didn't even have the strength to lie down anymore...
"Ah... I'm coming..."
Whew, finally!
"Okay... hurry...!"
"Ah..."
After thrusting a few more times, he finally pulled out, spraying onto my back as I lay limply on the bed.
After a moment of silence.
"It's 4:30," he said. "Rest a bit, let's go eat later."
"Mmm..." I lay there wearily. "I want to take a nap first."
After showering, I fell asleep. When he woke me up, it was already 7:00. After returning from the night market, he wanted it again. I don't want to go into details this time, because I felt a little soreness in my vagina while we were at the night market, like the skin was broken. This time, I just spread my legs wide and let him thrust in and out. Although there was a little pleasure, it wasn't very comfortable. He went on for a long time without finishing, so he finally gave up. Later, he said that he also felt a little pain...
On the way back, we chatted happily until he saw me off on the Kuo-Kuang Express. I'm so looking forward to next week when it's his turn to come to Taipei to see me.
Break up? What break up? Did I say that...?

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