This night was incomparably important for the two of them.
Originally, last night, when Qiao Ling, in a moment of impulsiveness, said that sentence to him, although it was a kind of hint, she did not expect this person would immediately buy it back.
Originally thought there would still be a few days of mental preparation, who would have thought the next day, the main dish was already served in front.
So in the end, eat or not eat?
With the arrow already on the string, she was both nervous and anticipating.
Want to inspect the goods? Even in her dreams, she didn’t know how many times she had thought about it!
But…
Having personally helped him solve it twice… Qiao Ling now was fully aware of his… terrifying degree.
If it really happened… she would be blown up by that thing…
It could kill a person…
The person in front was patiently waiting for her answer, Qiao Ling held onto his firm arm, her eyelashes drooping lightly, and softly let out an “En.”
Chen Kuang, hearing the sound, deliberately pretended not to hear clearly and leaned closer, “What?”
Qiao Ling’s face instantly burned hot, simply not speaking anymore, and nodded hard like a little chick pecking at rice.
His throat felt itchy, he let out a low laugh, circled her waist and leaned to her neck side, intent on kissing her.
At this moment, Qiao Ling pushed him slightly, quietly requested: “Wait a moment…”
“Just got home, you go take a shower first…”
At this step, he had to completely hand over the control of rhythm to her, Chen Kuang rubbed her hair, “Alright, then you wait for me.”
Qiao Ling nodded with a red face, “Go, to my bedroom.”
“That sofa bed… is too old…”
If it broke, they’d still have to spend money to buy a new one.
“Alright, all listen to you.” Chen Kuang saw her so embarrassed she couldn’t even speak properly, really found it too cute, smiled and kissed her once, then turned around and went into the bathroom.
Before closing the door, he didn’t forget to leave one more sentence.
“Ling Ling, put the things I bought in the bedroom first.”
Qiao Ling stood frozen in place: “……”
It hadn’t even started, and she already felt like she was about to explode from embarrassment.
After he entered the bathroom, she walked to the entrance hall and picked up that heavy bag, carrying it to the bedroom.
Placed it by the bedside, she couldn’t resist her curiosity and opened the bag, almost getting dizzy from the bright and colorful packaging boxes inside.
Qiao Ling picked up a box feeling it was burning her hand, reading the words on it.
Passion-Dazed Pack… Ultimate Sensation Four-in-One… Strawberry Flavor… Ultra Thin…
She threw the box back in, and like a torpedo, flung herself into the bed, burying her head and screaming.
All these years, having reviewed countless papers, her cyber experience was indeed very abundant, but when it came to real knife and real gun, why was she this nervous!!
Chen Kuang showered very quickly. Just as Qiao Ling was searching “What to do if boyfriend is too big,” but found no results, there was a rustling sound of footsteps coming from the bedroom doorway.
She turned her head, and saw Chen Kuang, wiping his wet hair, turning off the outside lights, and naturally walking in.
His upper body didn’t even bother putting on pajamas, just swaggered in bare like this, his abs carrying a bit of water glow, dazzling and sexy under the light.
The lower part was also worn casually, above the gray sleeping shorts, the edge of lettered underwear was tilted, exposing a corner.
Chen Kuang’s head was covered with a towel, while wiping his hair, half of his eye was covered, his pitch-black pupils faintly carrying a hunting-intent-like dark glow.
Qiao Ling swallowed her throat, really chickened out.
The bedroom’s ceiling light was turned off. At this moment, only the warm yellow small night light at Qiao Ling’s bedside was on, the way the corner emitted light would make a person’s outline’s light and shadow relationship become ambiguous, the color of the eyes even more obvious.
She had just rolled on the bed earlier, and now just got up, the wide-necked nightclothes hanging messily on her body, her clean and delicate collarbone shining bright straight into his eyes.
The warm-colored light further highlighted the cold white feeling of her skin, fine like silk, as if pulling lightly would make it tear into strands.
Qiao Ling swept a glance over his body, then turned her head away, “…Why are you not wearing clothes.”
Chen Kuang finally randomly wiped his hair a few more times, walking over while throwing the towel onto the bed, “No need, will have to take them off anyway.”
She couldn’t help but retort: “No need? Then why did you still bother wearing pants.”
He hooked his lips: “Because I still have a bit of basic decency.”
“…You don’t like me wearing pants?”
Qiao Ling: “!!”
When did I mean that!
Chen Kuang walked to the bedside, leaned down, both hands supporting on the bed surface, bringing along a whole body of refreshing fragrance as he leaned in to kiss her.
Qiao Ling’s cheek was pecked on by him, pushing at his shoulder, shyly murmuring: “You, don’t rush…”
“If we keep dragging on I’m afraid you’ll get tired.” He knelt onto the mattress, Qiao Ling’s body also sunk down slightly along with it.
Chen Kuang pressed her back, adjusted position, and held her soft lips in his mouth, “Still have work tomorrow.”
Qiao Ling no longer acted coy, holding onto his arm, presenting her face for him to kiss.
Compared to her always liking to touch others, Chen Kuang was devoted to lingering on her face, nibbling and sucking on her lips, or from time to time lightly biting her cheek, like enjoying a small piece of cake.
Qiao Ling quietly stretched out her hand, her palm carefully feeling his smooth abs, occasionally there were small moles between the muscle blocks, the grainy feeling adding even more to the sexiness.
While focusing on secretly touching, she was already pressed down flat by his hand.
Chen Kuang supported himself in front of her, his palm covering her hand that was randomly touching, enduring the ticklishness: “Confess truthfully, before, just how many times did you fantasize about touching my abs? Hm?”
Qiao Ling embarrassedly dodged left and right from his gaze, giggling: “No, just once or twice, I swear.”
“In my dreams I also didn’t do anything too rude to you…”
“Ghost would believe that.” Chen Kuang pressed down to bite her once, seeing her more relaxed, only then daring to continue further down: “Feel it for real today.”
“See if I feel the same as that Chen Kuang in your dream.”
He brushed his nose along her jawline, warm breath spraying on the thin, weak neck, his large hand lifting the hem of her clothes, rubbing her belly as fine as mutton-fat jade.
“In your dream, was he kissing you like this?”
Qiao Ling bit her lower lip, feeling wave after wave rising from her chest.
“Was he touching you like this?” Chen Kuang dropped warm, wet kisses on her neck side, to the rim of her ear, even greedy for her hair strands.
Clearly the same person, but with him saying it like this, Qiao Ling actually experienced a kind of sneaky affair feeling.
Who would compare doing these things with the self in one’s dream.
…………
Northern winter’s indoor heating was already plentiful, plus the heat produced from a man and woman entangled together, the bedroom was filled with thick, stuffy agitation.
Originally thought the preparation was sufficient, but when the sleep shorts were taken off by him at that moment, the long-held unease inside Qiao Ling still surged up.
She reached out wanting to stop, but this time, Chen Kuang’s attitude was completely different from before each time.
He no longer retreated with patience, but forcefully pulled her to face the remaining shadow of contact disorder.
“Before, didn’t understand why in summer you always wore long skirts and long pants.” Chen Kuang held her ankle, pulling it up, tilting his head to kiss her tender calf.
Qiao Ling shuddered violently twice, her voice trembling into disorder: “Wait, Chen Kuang…”
The places kissed by him were both itchy and sore, a psychological effect from inside the skin and flesh.
Chen Kuang slanted his eyes, looking down at her, slowly approaching, from her lower leg all the way upward, heading toward the depth of her timidity step by step.
Tonight he was determined to seize the city in one go, to pull out the wet flag of fear inside her heart.
Qiao Ling prided herself that her arm strength was stronger than many people’s, yet still could not resist Chen Kuang’s strength when serious, no matter how she struggled it was as if she was pinned to the bed by this person.
His hands forcefully pressed apart her legs, like a gluttonous dog, lowering his body down.
The man’s warm breath sprayed on the innermost, softest side of her thigh, Qiao Ling’s back shivered wave after wave, not able to distinguish whether it was from fear or from stimulation.
She carried a bit of pleading: “Can’t we just go directly… don’t touch the thighs! Just, go directly…”
Chen Kuang shook his head, solemnly dropped his lips onto her thigh, Qiao Ling reflexively kicked hard, one foot kicking onto his face.
Qiao Ling was startled, just about to apologize, only to see this person’s expression unchanged, grabbing her wrist, his lips pressing onto the back of her foot and kissing once.
“!!” Qiao Ling’s toes suddenly curled up, pupils dilating, a wave of tide-like sensation gushing out.
After being kicked once by her, Chen Kuang pressed her down again, continuing just now’s action, warm lips and tongue sticking to the sharpest yet also most vulnerable thorn of the hedgehog, kissing finely, sucking lightly.
Qiao Ling overflowed with bits and pieces of resistance and arousal.
Inside her body it felt like there were two things biting and tearing, opposing each other.
One was the unstoppable panic of resisting, the other was the trust and love towards Chen Kuang.
Just from kissing the legs, the two of them struggled and opposed for half the day, making both of them drenched in sweat.
In Qiao Ling’s heart, there was a wrinkled, crumpled piece of paper. She knew it was very hard to restore it, so she didn’t care about it herself, and didn’t allow others to touch it either.
Let it, along with time, along with birth, aging, sickness, and death, little by little weather away, dissolve, and then it can cease to exist.
But now someone had rushed in, insisting on using those strong hands, pressing down again and again to smooth out this wrinkled paper.
“Chen Kuang, don’t kiss it anymore, hurry and do it, Chen…” Qiao Ling shed a few drops of tears.
Chen Kuang held hers, suddenly stopped kissing, in a leaning-over posture lifted his eyes to meet her gaze, his hand rubbing a few times.
“Ling Ling, did you notice?”
Qiao Ling choked, her mind a complete mess, “…Hm?”
“Your legs.” Chen Kuang affectionately rubbed there, suddenly smiling: “Aren’t as stiff as just now.”
With a bang, a certain place in her heart was suddenly struck hard.
Her head was dizzy and spinning, only able to clearly see his face, clearly see his hand tightly clasping her own five fingers.
Chen Kuang reached out, brushed away the last layer of gauze protecting the moon, finally revealing two full fingers of moist moonlight, maliciously showing it off.
“Actually I bought lubricant, but judging from now, probably won’t be necessary.”
Qiao Ling kicked her feet, signaling him to stop talking.
She felt his hot breath constantly wandering nearby, thinking he wouldn’t really do something so daring, would he.
Just as she guessed this, Chen Kuang tightened his grip on her only two hands that could resist, at the same time lowering his head down—
Qiao Ling cried out in shock, wanting to push his head but found her hands had long been restrained.
“Don’t! Chen Kuang, no need… you don’t have to…”
At this moment, Chen Kuang had completely shed his usual disguise of gentleness and casualness, like a dog pouncing on food, greedily enjoying the candy’s sweetness.
Her brain felt like a broken-frequency radio station, buzzing and continuously sounding alarms. Qiao Ling’s spirit arched up and fell down again and again, back and forth many times, until finally it poured out messily from the wild dog’s mouth.
…………
Outside the residential complex, the nighttime road suddenly erupted with the roar of a sports car speeding past.
Like a bolt of lightning,
Striking down with thunder,
Disturbing the quiet winter night’s cloud and mist.
Qiao Ling’s fingertips suddenly dug into his arm, hurting so much she lost her voice for a moment, her eyes swelling up and staring wide.
The toes on both feet hooked tightly behind his back, curling up deathly, the tensed lines displaying the hardest-to-endure emotion.
Chen Kuang’s forehead oozed a layer of sweat, also finding it extremely difficult.
With one fist in, he gripped her delicate, narrow, trembling soul.
The two of them tensed in difficulty, for a moment neither spoke, their souls blending and swaying as their gazes collided.
Qiao Ling didn’t even dare to breathe, trembling and muttering: “…It’s no good, it can’t go in… really can’t take it…”
The veins on Chen Kuang’s forehead and neck all bulged up, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from her nose tip, kissed her while smiling: “Already ate it all in, still saying can’t go in?”
“Ling Ling is amazing, just too modest.”
“Put in a bit more effort, there’s still a section not yet eaten.”
She choked with sobs, already turning into a pool of melted cream, all her pores opened, heat steaming from everywhere.
Qiao Ling stammered, twisted slightly, as if wanting to dodge, but was pulled back in one motion by the other party, crying and begging twice.
She turned her head, saw his right arm taut with muscle lines.
For some reason, Qiao Ling leaned over, kissed the tattoo on his arm, and like a kitten, stretched her tongue to lick it.
That one lick completely snapped Chen Kuang’s final thread of patience. He grabbed her waist with one hand, hugged her with the other, voice hoarse: “Hold me tight.”
“I’m about to lose it.”
Qiao Ling didn’t have time to speak, wasn’t even ready, when a violent storm suddenly swept through — for a moment she couldn’t even scream…
At the start, she was worried the sofa bed might break, which was why she specially came into the bedroom.
But now, hearing the single bed creak and groan like it was about to fall apart into a pile of parts, Qiao Ling wanted to cry but had no tears, regretting deeply.
After all, this bed was new furniture she personally picked out.
Qiao Ling clung tightly to the headboard, tears and sweat mixing together, saliva uncontrollably slipping while she let out hoarse cries.
She blindly stretched out a hand behind her to beg for mercy, only to have her wrist caught by the person behind, lifted up in one move, her body forced to straighten — in that instant, the two souls pressed together even tighter.
Qiao Ling almost died on the spot.
Chen Kuang furrowed his brow, biting her back shoulder, sweat dripping onto her skin, splashing patches of burning, beautiful marks on the pale canvas.
…………
The first time, Chen Kuang was a bit fast, faster than when she helped him with her hand.
But because it was too intense, Qiao Ling actually let out a breath, thinking she could rest, only to not know what she did that made Chen Kuang’s eyes burn hot again, and he pounced once more.
The second flavor of small square piece was torn open and used.
After that, his time became so long Qiao Ling couldn’t bear it anymore — bumping, flipping, pushing.
She felt like she was a little doll thrown into a washing machine, tossed up by him then pulled back down, her spirit so stimulated it seemed to have no threshold, continuously rushing upwards until the end of the universe.
Because of the obvious body size difference, Qiao Ling was small and delicate, especially soft. In Chen Kuang’s eyes she was very easy to maneuver, any position felt perfectly at ease.
At the very end, when Qiao Ling was sitting, facing him, held in his arms, her eyes could no longer focus, her throat dry, her voice long since hoarse, her head completely mush from too many climaxes, unable to think anymore.
There was not a single place on her body that hadn’t been thoroughly tasted by him.
It felt like she had been broken.
Where was the promised gentle entanglement, the promised laughter shared as they gained each other…
Chen Kuang, you… really are a mad dog… I hate you…
But because his technique, as if self-taught, was too good, even as a rag doll, she was forced once again by him to be lifted to another climax, then together with him in the frenzy drew a final period for this night.
Chen Kuang was drenched in sweat, looking at the soft, limp girl in his arms, finally feeling belated tenderness rise up in his heart.
Panting evenly, he smoothed her messy hair, the wild desire in his eyes gradually dissipating, in the end tightening his arms around her.
Just like that night.
Tightly, quietly holding her.
Again and again confirming, that he already possessed her, the fact that he monopolized her.