102: Come Closer

Come Closer

I understood then why he wanted me to take off those bandages. With my legs spread around him and his around me, 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 me, and I did him. If only I could wrap my arms around him as well …2

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 me with his tenderness that there was no need for any of my worries. He made slow love to my mouth while his fingers casually skimmed the side of my neck, his breath tickling my cheek.

For a moment, I almost wanted nothing except this beautiful, intimate embrace … if not for his hardness nestled against my entrance, reminding me of his temptations with scorching heat.

"Master …" I whispered, nudging his lips. "Show me then. Teach me … Teach me what you won't teach anyone else."

I felt his lips curl. Keeping one arm wrapped tight around me, 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 me 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 me. He hadn't touched me 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 me with another deep kiss, and his hand kept moving, but instead of continuing the soft caress, he raked his fingernails lightly across that same 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 me while I was still tight and steady within his embrace … felt even more ravishing than I imagined. He seemed to have done nothing except hold me and massage me, but the yearnings that he awakened with such simple touches made me ache all over. I wanted him closer. Even closer.

I wiggled again, rubbing myself lightly over his hardness. But he took his time. 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 me as he cupped me 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 me gently, and his tongue drew the same 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 me from inside out. My breaths grew short.

"Bai Ye …" I squirmed in his arm, clasping my legs tighter against his waist. "Come closer … Come inside …" I pleaded.

He laughed softly and obliged, stopping the sweet torture with his finger. Moving his hands behind my buttocks and lifting me ever so slightly, he hoisted me tight against him, wrapping both arms hard around me again, and glided deep into me.

I almost trembled at the sweeping sensation. I had never felt so consumed by him—his chest pressed hard into my chest, his cheek soft against my cheek, his limbs around my body, his hardness filling me deeper and fuller than I could imagine. Even after having shared a bed with him so many times before, this level of intimacy struck me, and this feeling of us fully belonging to each other warmed my heart like nothing else.

"Like it?" He thrust slowly into me, keeping a rhythm that was almost like rocking a baby to sleep, and brushed his lips lightly over my ear.

I smiled, remembering the last time he had asked me the same question, when he had pinned me against the poplar tree in the garden and taken me so hard that I couldn't keep standing straight. "Love it …" I replied. The same reply I gave him last time. 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 me.

I circled my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers into his hair. We were truly one, as I could feel every movement of his muscles against my skin, every warm breath against my cheek, every heartbeat against mine. I could feel every part of him on me and within me, and I wanted this feeling to stay with me forever. "Bai Ye …" I whispered into his ears. "I love it when you're close to me 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 me 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 consumed the rest of my thoughts.

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