I understood then why he wanted to take off those bandages. With my legs spread around him and his around , our chests tight against each other and his arms circling my back, this feeling of closeness was even beyond what I could imagine. He enveloped , and I did him. If only I could wrap my arms around him as well …
Carefully avoiding his shoulders, I cupped his cheeks instead, letting myself get lost in this blissful sensation. His kiss was soft and lingering, as if he wanted to reassure with his tenderness that there was no need for any of my worries. He made slow love to my mouth while his fingers casually skimd the side of my neck, his breath tickling my cheek.
For a mont, I almost wanted nothing except this beautiful, intimate embrace … if not for his hardness nestled against my entrance, reminding of his temptations with scorching heat.
"Master …" I whispered, nudging his lips. "Show then. Teach … Teach what you won't teach anyone else."
I felt his lips curl.. Keeping one arm wrapped tight around , he moved his other hand down my back in a warm and steady caress. "You're always so eager to learn," he breathed.
The way he stroked was calm and gentle, and I let out a sigh at the soothing sensation that washed away all the weariness in my body. But as his palm kept traveling further, the caress grew lighter and softer. Tiny tingles started dancing in its wake. When he reached the base of my spine, he paused, brushing his fingers over the top of my buttocks in the barest touch.
A spark shot through . He hadn't touched like this before, and I never knew that such a simple gesture would feel … so sensual. I wiggled a little in his embrace. He steadied with another deep kiss, and his hand kept moving, but instead of continuing the soft caress, he raked his fingernails lightly across that sa spot before sliding down my bottom and along my thigh.
I gasped into his mouth as the tingles grew sharper, and the heat started building up in my lower body. The sensation of his hand roaming all over while I was still tight and steady within his embrace … felt even more ravishing than I imagined. He seed to have done nothing except hold and massage , but the yearnings that he awakened with such simple touches made ache all over. I wanted him closer. Even closer.
I wiggled again, rubbing myself lightly over his hardness. But he took his ti. His wondrous hand kept moving, slipping onto my inner thigh and tracing upward lightly, coaxing the fire to build higher.
"Qing-er." The heat of his palm burned as he cupped from beneath, his fingers grazing over my wetness. "You seem to approve of my lesson."
I moaned hard into him when he pressed his finger onto my bud. He circled gently, and his tongue drew the sa pattern inside my mouth, stirring all my sensations at once. Heat spiraled from his fingertip, building up fast as it sizzled through my body, burning from inside out. My breaths grew short.
"Bai Ye …" I squird in his arm, clasping my legs tighter against his waist. "Co closer … Co inside …" I pleaded.
He laughed softly and obliged, stopping the sweet torture with his finger. Moving his hands behind my buttocks and lifting ever so slightly, he hoisted tight against him, wrapping both arms hard around again, and glided deep into .
I almost trembled at the sweeping sensation. I had never felt so consud by him—his chest pressed hard into my chest, his cheek soft against my cheek, his limbs around my body, his hardness filling deeper and fuller than I could imagine. Even after having shared a bed with him so many tis before, this level of intimacy struck , and this feeling of us fully belonging to each other ward my heart like nothing else.
"Like it?" He thrust slowly into , keeping a rhythm that was almost like rocking a baby to sleep, and brushed his lips lightly over my ear.
I smiled, rembering the last ti he had asked the sa question, when he had pinned against the poplar tree in the garden and taken so hard that I couldn't keep standing straight. "Love it …" I replied. The sa reply I gave him last ti. What he was doing now couldn't feel more different, but the answer was just as true. I loved his savageness and his gentleness, his lustful side and his caring side, as long as these were all him. As long as all of him belonged to .
I circled my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers into his hair. We were truly one, as I could feel every movent of his muscles against my skin, every warm breath against my cheek, every heartbeat against mine. I could feel every part of him on and within , and I wanted this feeling to stay with forever. "Bai Ye …" I whispered into his ears. "I love it when you're close to like this … when you're mine … when—"
"I'm always yours." He stopped the rest of my words. "As lovely as you look when you're jealous, Qing-er, there is no need for it. I'm yours and yours only."
He kept his gentle rhythm, rocking soothingly like the most sensual cradle, and I sighed as the sensation of overwhelming fullness and pleasure started filling in every way. I buried my face into his hair and clasped him tighter, holding him closer, as if I wanted to make him a part of my own self.
We belonged to each other, and each other alone. I etched that into my mind as the slow but steady waves of ecstasy consud the rest of my thoughts.
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