Chapter 89 - Better Than Bathing
Chapter 89 – Better Than Bathing
He tilted his head back in a gasp, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Qing-er …" he breathed.
His reaction eased me—I must be doing something right. I kept my eyes locked on him, watching his every expression closely as I started swirling my tongue around him, maintaining the strokes with my hand at the same time. The fresh taste of spring water mingled with the masculine scent of musk engulfed me, invading all my senses. I savored him slowly, running my tongue over every crease and bulge on his sides before moving back to the front, brushing gently over his tip.
He tensed with a deep groan. His hand slipped behind my head, and he threaded his fingers through my hair. The heat of his palm burned me. In the last light of dusk, I saw his cheeks flush with the luring colors of desire, his thick lashes fluttering over his squeeze-shut eyes just like his erratic breaths.
My heart almost burst at the sight. He had always been a wonder to behold, but after all the years I had spent by his side, I never knew that he could look … so seductive..
The fire inside me roared. I wanted to see him like this, to see him lose control in this pleasure. I slid my free hand over, tracing up his thighs before stopping at his groin, lightly caressing him there.
He sucked in a breath, and his grip on me tightened. The muscles on his legs hardened, and for a moment, I thought I felt a small motion forward as if he wanted to thrust into my mouth. But then he took another deep breath, and the tiny motion faded.
Was that what he wanted? Was he … worried that I might not like it?
Speculating what he might've intended to do, I took him in deeper, closing my lips fully around him before sliding back out again, all the while watching his reaction intently. I knew I did it right when groans leaped out of him in stutters, so I continued, moving my hand in unison and pausing every time I reached his tip, brushing my tongue over.
His body grew so tense that I could start feeling tiny tremors in his muscles. He dug his fingers hard into me. I didn't take my eyes off his face, and I wished I could sigh in pleasure as I watched his chest heave, his throat tighten, his parted lips letting out such ravishing sounds that I didn't know was possible from him. I was so absorbed in the rapturous feeling that when his eyes suddenly snapped open, I was too slow to process the change. He twitched in my mouth, and before I knew it, he pushed me away so hard that I lost my balance, falling onto my bottom with a big splash of water.
"Bai Ye?" I started, not knowing what I had done wrong. He was heaving violently, and it wasn't until I saw his softening stiffness that I understood why he pushed me away.
"You … didn't have to," I said, getting back up to my feet and sat down next to him. "I could've—"
He pulled me in and stopped me with a kiss. A mere peck, as his lips were still trembling. "You surprise me enough already," he whispered. His hot breaths tickled my face, and I felt his chest rising and falling fiercely against mine as his body shook with tiny tremors.
An overwhelming sense of satisfaction and pleasure swept over me. "That is a high praise, Master." I smiled.
He laughed softly and kissed me again, deeper and longer until his breathing was finally steady and mine was not. "Let's get these wet clothes off of you," he murmured into my lips and lowered me onto a shallow stretch of the creek bed.
The pebbles beneath my back were surprisingly level and smooth, and I felt as if I had just lain down on a massaging bench. His hand wasted no time sliding beneath my clothes, shedding them with practiced efficiency. As the burdensome layers peeled off one by one, he loomed over me, dropping a trail of hot kisses all over my bare skin.
"Bai … Bai Ye," I gasped. The heat had been lurking in me for long enough that his kisses immediately sent sparks traveling through my body. "You forgot the bathing …"
His lips continued moving down, and his hands joined in, burning me as he skimmed over every inch of me with his seductive touch. "Bathing?" he asked in perfectly feigned astonishment and scooped up a handful of water, dripping it almost casually over me. The mix of fire and ice teasing my senses made me tremble, and I moaned uncontrollably.
"I am bathing you, Qing-er. Every part of you." Repeating my own words, his kisses landed on my bud below.
I moaned again the instant he touched me. After seeing and hearing his euphoria earlier, I was so ready for him that my body had become too sensitive, and every movement of his tongue and lips sent pulses of tremors spreading throughout me. "Bai Ye!" I whimpered and wiggled my legs, splashing the water beneath me.
He steadied me with his hands, his palm grazing over the inside of my thighs as he continued caressing me with his kisses there. The shallow pool of water behind my back was crisp and cool, but it did nothing to stop the fire inside me from burning and consuming me. The sensation built up too fast, too strong, and all I could feel then was his tongue relentlessly rousing all the desire in me, tempting me to moan and whimper. The evening felt too hot. How could I ever think that taking a bath with him would be a good way to cool off?
"Bai Ye …" I dug my fingers into the thin layer of sand at the bottom of the creek and arched my back into him. "This doesn't count as bathing … ah!"
One last stroke, and he tipped me over the edge before I could argue further. I collapsed back into the water, buckled and trembling, panting madly. All the strength drained out of me.
Well, I suppose this was better than bathing after all.