Chapter 62
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“Qin Wanshu, can I?”
Why didn't she see Zuo Qinghuan ask for opinions earlier? At this moment, if Zuo Qinghuan is asking pretentiously, it's definitely intentional to force her to nod in response. Zuo Qinghuan, this woman, is not good at all.
Qin Wanshu mentioned casually that Zuo Qinghuan was obviously more interested in this matter than she was.
How could Zuo Qinghuan let go of such a rare opportunity? Although she really hopes Qin Wanshu will speak up and declare that she wants her, Miss Qin is reserved, and more restrained than anyone else. So, her hope is to wait until she successfully wins over Miss Qin first before considering it. There's a saying, "Eat the marrow to know the taste." She must make Qin Wanshu fall in love with this taste.
Zuo Qinghuan's lips slowly moved down from Qin Wanshu's neck. She gently nibbled on Qin Wanshu's collarbone, causing a subtle yet unbearable sensation. Qin Wanshu couldn't help but want to twist her body to escape this feeling. However, her uncontrollable movements created friction between their bodies, intensifying the sensation, and even sparking a flame in Zuo Qinghuan's body. "Give yourself to me, let me love you," Zuo Qinghuan said affectionately, and Qin Wanshu, now resembling a novice, felt a mix of awkwardness and insecurity, a stark contrast to her usual calm and elegant demeanor. Yet, this was not enough for Zuo Qinghuan. She aimed to ignite the fierce fire hidden beneath Qin Wanshu's icy exterior, wanting to bring her the utmost pleasure and witness her bloom in passion and desire.
Zuo Qinghuan's hand gently stroked Qin Wanshu's erect peaks. Their perfect form made even Zuo Qinghuan, as a woman, admit their superiority. The thought of having such a beauty to worship and savor excited her. She buried her head in Qin Wanshu's chest, her nose gently rubbing against the fullness, soft and carrying a faint fragrance, tempting and alluring. Her lips enclosed around the buds, gently nibbling, licking, and playing, while her right hand was not idle, exploring the neglected one, kneading and teasing. Soon, she felt that the little guy became erect under her teasing.
That strange feeling of shyness and pleasure made Qin Wanshu at a loss. She instinctively grabbed Zuo Qinghuan's neck, like she was trying to grab the last piece of driftwood in drowning, and tried her best to restrain any sounds that might embarrass her from overflowing.
Zuo Qinghuan looked at Qin Wanshu with eyes less clear than usual, a tempting blush on her face. This yet-to-be-revealed posture was incredibly alluring. Zuo Qinghuan's hand silently slipped into the most mysterious and hidden place of Qin Wanshu, in the secret garden beneath the fragrant grass, delicately caressing that highly sensitive area.
Feeling the intrusion between her legs, Qin Wanshu instinctively wanted to close them, but Zuo Qinghuan pressed her own legs against Qin Wanshu's. She even considered spreading Qin Wanshu's legs further but refrained from going too far, mindful of Qin Wanshu's potential embarrassment.
Zuo Qinghuan's head had somehow moved to Qin Wanshu's intimate area, her gaze intensely fixed on the slightly moist flower bud inside. It was pink and beautiful. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Qin Wanshu closed her eyes. At this moment, she wished Zuo Qinghuan would swiftly conclude this tantalizing sensation. However, contrary to the earlier impatience, Zuo Qinghuan deliberately took her time, slowly kindling a fire within Qin Wanshu to stoke the flames of desire.
Zuo Qinghuan patiently explored and located all the sensitive areas on Qin Wanshu's body. Being a woman herself, she easily identified the sensitive spots on Qin Wanshu's body. She focused on targeting those areas, and after repeated teasing, Qin Wanshu's body slowly began to loosen and melt, as if awakened from a long slumber. Zuo Qinghuan was delighted, and the wet fluid on her fingertips increased with each passing moment.
Qin Wanshu felt her body getting hotter, and her focus became increasingly difficult to maintain. Every nerve on her body became exceptionally sensitive. The unbearable sensation, accompanied by a slight emptiness, intensified as Zuo Qinghuan's fingertips stimulated her sensitive points. A wave of pleasure, like an electric current, spread throughout her body. A warm flow surged downward from her abdomen. Although desire was unfamiliar to Qin Wanshu, it didn't mean she was completely unaware. She sensed changes in her body, and these changes made her confused and scared.
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"Zuo Qinghuan." Qin Wanshu cried out Zuo Qinghuan's name. She felt increasingly uncomfortable, the sensation of distress almost driving her to madness, with no relief in sight.
Zuo Qinghuan gazed at Qin Wanshu's exquisite and enchanting face, now adorned with a rosy blush due to the influence of passion and desire. The sight made it even harder to look away; women always appeared more alluring and seductive after being moved by emotions. At this moment, Qin Wanshu was captivating. She was so soul-stirring to the point of almost being suffocating, and Zuo Qinghuan wished she could blend Qin Wanshu into her flesh and blood.
"I know what you need, and soon you won't feel uncomfortable." Zuo Qinghuan lifted her head and kissed Qin Wanshu. The wet, hot, and lingering kiss fueled the flames even more. Zuo Qinghuan's finger, which had been lingering near the entrance, suddenly inserted inside, encountering a surprising tightness. However, the wet, warm, and tender sensation made Zuo Qinghuan marvel.
The sudden intrusion into Qin Wanshu's body made her stiffen, but once her body adjusted, it was accompanied by more pleasure. Qin Wanshu felt the finger stirring inside her, and the increasing sensations made her tightly grasp the bedsheets beneath her. She bit her lips tightly, fearing her own voice might escape. Even as her body began to blossom, Qin Wanshu, once restrained, still felt as if something held her back, and was hesitant to let out a scream. Like the struggle of a butterfly before breaking out of the cocoon, it will soar once it breaks free.
Zuo Qinghuan didn't relent; she didn't want Qin Wanshu to hold back. She wanted to hear Qin Wanshu's voice, considering it the most beautiful sound in the world. Zuo Qinghuan held onto Qin Wanshu's earlobe, continuing to coax, "I want to hear your voice. It must be the most wonderful sound." She lightly pressed her thumb on the highly sensitive bud, and intense pleasure struck. Finally, Qin Wanshu's voice escaped, the delightful sound acting as the best aphrodisiac, further exciting Zuo Qinghuan. She even felt her own arousal between her legs intensifying, but Zuo Qinghuan paid no attention to herself; she only wanted to please Qin Wanshu. She aimed to bring Qin Wanshu to the peak of pleasure, and her finger's speed increased even more.
Under Zuo Qinghuan's efforts, Qin Wanshu's body quickly reached the peak of pleasure. The first orgasm was so intense that it almost overwhelmed Qin Wanshu's body. She went limp and was unable to recover for a long time.
Sensing Qin Wanshu's contractions, Zuo Qinghuan knew she had reached a climax. However, she didn't withdraw her finger, leaving it inside Qin Wanshu.
Without needing to look, Zuo Qinghuan knew she must be aroused as well. She impatiently wondered when would Qin Wanshu take the lead. But recalling Qin Wanshu's alluring appearance beneath her just now, she couldn't help but feel satisfied. Qin Wanshu was indeed an exceptional beauty, leaving one wanting more. She was Zuo Qinghuan's goddess, finally belonging to her. The thought of this made Zuo Qinghuan feel an indescribable sense of fulfillment.