#27: Just Rubbing, Not Going In

Lin Xingzi tightened her grip on the handrail. The man’s husky voice brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes, and the man’s sharply defined features were close, his deep eyes revealing a murky desire that the dim night couldn’t conceal.

“Get on top, Jiangjiang... I can’t hold you with one hand.”

Enveloped by such a gaze, she always had the illusion of being cherished wholeheartedly, and she would lose the ability to think.

It was actually quite uncomfortable here, making her legs ache and feel numb. She straddled Jiang Yan’s lap, her knees pressing against the rattan chair, leaving red marks.

Fearing she might fall off the rattan chair, her hands instinctively climbed onto the man’s shoulders. She wasn’t a gentle or meticulous person. Even when carefully treating Jiang Yan’s wound, she was still a bit clumsy. He endured it without a sound but broke out in a cold sweat. Her palms pressed against his sweaty back, her nails digging into his skin. This slight prick added a fervent intimacy to their tantalizing closeness.

“Mmm...” She kept leaning back, feeling empty behind her without support.

Jiang Yan’s hand caressed her back inch by inch, her protruding shoulder blades seeming as if they wanted to burst from her body.

Lin Xingzi’s remaining rationality struggled to resist, yet she couldn’t. The man’s warm, wet hand held the back of her neck, pressing her towards him. The kiss, which had been light and teasing on her lips, gradually deepened, entwining their teeth.

The beach was visible fifty meters away. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks was carried by the wind to their ears, sometimes near, sometimes far, like an echo of gasps, further intensifying the passionate embrace.

Even though she had reservations, her body remained honest and fiercely craved each other.

Her shirt buttons were undone, hanging loosely from her arms, swaying. Lin Xingzi turned her head to avoid the man’s kiss, breathing weakly.

The salty sea breeze blew in through the window, her long hair scattering and tangling in his fingers. Jiang Yan told himself he didn’t ask for much, yet he always became greedy when it came to her. When his lips weren’t appeased, they traced downwards along her neck and collarbone, inch by inch.

He even forgot about his injury when his hand touched the buckle of her jeans.

“No...” Lin Xingzi struggled.

She thought only she knew the agony she was enduring, but her broken, hoarse voice betrayed her, and the man’s gaze fell on her lips.

Lin Xingzi seemed to hear her own heartbeat, thundering, as if it wanted to break free from its confinement and burst out of its cage.

She needed to calm down.

But her legs had maintained the same position for too long, sore, numb, and stiff. Just a slight attempt to push up resulted in her falling heavily back down.

Jiang Yan chuckled softly, moving his hips. There, through the rough fabric, he brushed against her hip bone, and her face flushed. Annoyed and embarrassed, she covered his eyes, but couldn’t hide the upward curve of his lips.

A shadow pressed down from above; she grabbed the shirt nearby and draped it directly over her face. “That’s for laughing.”

Jiang Yan could have easily removed the shirt, but he indulged in this game she had initiated. His chest rose and fell with his breathing. A bead of sweat slid down his clearly defined but not exaggerated abs, disappearing into the waistband of his pants.

“Your injury...”

“It’s fine, this doesn’t take effort.”

Lin Xingzi knelt on both sides of the man’s body. Her underwear was pulled into a thin string, leaving red marks on her pale buttocks. His fingers weren’t inside, but there was a gurgling sound of water.

As darkness fell, the sound of the waves seemed to grow louder. He added another finger, the folds inside expanding. Lin Xingzi squirmed her hips impatiently, biting his chin through the shirt. “You... take it out... Ah... You bastard! Don’t... Jiang Yan... you don’t have a condom... you almost finished inside last time...”

Jiang Yan paused. He had been on official business before coming from out of town. Upon learning that Lin Xingzi had come alone without waiting for him, he immediately rushed back. He wouldn’t have carried such things with him.

“I’m just rubbing, not going in,” his voice was incredibly hoarse. “Jiangjiang, when you want children, remember to tell me... I’m not forcing you, nor rushing you. If you like it, we’ll have one; if not, we won’t.”

Jiang’s mother had subtly brought up the topic of children during dinner. Although Lin Xingzi was only 25 and busy with work, not wanting to consider it for now, and Jiang Yan was also young, she had lost her husband and son consecutively. All her hopes for the future were placed on Jiang Yan. If they were married, they should have a child, boy or girl.

The shirt covered his face. Lin Xingzi couldn’t see his expression when he said this. Her mind was a chaotic mess. Two knocks on the door brought her back to reality. Only then did she belatedly realize the door was unlocked.

“Jiang Yan,” Jiang’s mother was outside.

“Is Xingzi asleep?”