#28: Help Me Undo This

Jiang Yan’s room wasn’t big, nor was it particularly decorated. The door was ajar. They were on the rattan chair by the window, with Jiang’s mother just outside the door, only a wall separating them.

He was fine, only having taken off his shirt, but Lin Xingzi’s clothes were completely off, leaving her underwear twisted into a rope hanging around her ankles. The man’s fingers were still buried between her legs. When Jiang’s mother suddenly knocked, he was slightly startled, losing some strength in his movements. He was currently pressing against a sensitive spot. Lin Xingzi’s vaginal walls tightened and contracted, sucking him in so he couldn’t pull out. Instead, he went deeper, and the fluids squeezed out left a damp stain on the rattan chair cushion.

The man’s breathing grew heavier. Lin Xingzi felt it herself, and her body’s shameful reaction made her embarrassed. Her fingers clutched tightly at the only thing she could grab.

She ripped off the shirt covering Jiang Yan’s face. His eyes were revealed, reflecting the silent, thick night outside the window.

Jiang Yan saw the hazy passion in her moist eyes hadn’t faded. Her long hair was spread out but couldn’t hide the deep blush on her face. Her fine, white teeth bit tightly on her lip, looking panicked and helpless.

Her legs clamped together due to tension, intending to relieve it, but it backfired. The tender flesh inside her passage wrapped around him in layers, sucking him in even more greedily.

“She’s asleep. I’m just getting changed and ready to rest,” Jiang Yan said. “Is there anything else, Mom?”

After watering the flowers, Jiang’s mother returned to her room and saw the gift box on the table. Inside was a pair of gold-inlaid jade bracelets. She guessed they were from Lin Xingzi.

After spending the day together, she had realized that this wealthy daughter-in-law wasn’t as delicate as she seemed. She wasn’t picky about food or drink and didn’t mind the house not being grand.

“No, nothing. If she’s asleep, don’t wake her,” Jiang’s mother lowered her voice. Her son was changing, so she didn’t enter the room. It wasn’t too late to thank her tomorrow.

Jiang Yan acknowledged her. Jiang’s mother told him to rest early and helped close the door when she left.

As the footsteps faded and the sound of the door closing echoed, Lin Xingzi’s tense body finally relaxed. She collapsed onto the man’s chest, letting out a long, deep sigh of relief. But the next second, that breath caught in her throat.

The two fingers inside her suddenly launched a hidden attack, curling up and digging at a hard spot. The stimulating pleasure shot up from her tailbone directly to her brain. Even though she bit her lip, fragmented sounds still escaped, “Mmm... the door wasn’t closed...”

“Mom’s asleep, she won’t come back,” Jiang Yan’s tongue explored her mouth, sucking and intertwining. He took her hand and placed it below his lower abdomen. The soft warmth through the fabric also made his heart race. “Help me undo this.”

It was a complete mess of wetness, impossible to distinguish whose it was.

His injured hand had just been bandaged. Lin Xingzi struggled slightly, and his breathing noticeably deepened. Her hand was guided by his, half-pushed and half-pulled, as she lowered his pants zipper. His underwear was greatly pushed up, a small area darkened by precum.

His penis was freed, pressing straight against her inner thigh, brushing past her vaginal opening and sinking into her butt crack, and then began to thrust.

Under the moonlight, the wet stain on the cushion gleamed, showing how slick her inner thighs were. Jiang Yan almost entered several times, his glans grinding fiercely, her clitoris becoming engorged and hard from the friction. The sound of waves seemed right beside them, crashing against the rocks repeatedly. In the afternoon, walking by the sea, the sound of the ocean had felt cleansing, calming; the sound hadn’t changed, but in this specific environment, it became ambiguous and erotic.

The old house had poor sound insulation. Lin Xingzi dared not make a sound, enduring until the corners of her eyes were red, with a half-tear hanging. Jiang Yan entwined his tongue with hers in a deep kiss, his fingers mimicking the motions of intercourse, repeatedly grinding against that spot that brought her pleasure and comfort.

Lin Xingzi suddenly bit hard into his neck, her body trembling violently, her nipples rubbing against his chest. An uncontrollable moan still escaped her throat.

Jiang Yan knew she had climaxed.

It took Lin Xingzi a long time to recover. The man’s penis was pressing nakedly against her labia, grinding, and that maddeningly sore pleasure began to build again. “No more... hurry up...”

Such tantalizing teasing was torture for both of them. It was like knowing how sweet the peach on the tree was, smelling its fragrance while standing beneath it. But the tree was too tall to reach, and you’d get peach fuzz on you, making your whole body itch. You knew that a bite of that peach would make its juice burst in your mouth, but you just couldn’t have it.

Jiang Yan also endured agonizingly, his veins prominent on his neck and arms, his breathing heavy. Lin Xingzi covered his mouth, and his tongue licked her palm, intertwining between her fingers. The hot, damp sensation made her heart tremble.

Lin Xingzi glared at him, yet she was utterly powerless.

Wrapped in his gaze of focused indulgence, she always softened. She bit her lip.

Her hand moved down.

And gripped him.

At that moment, a cluster of flames seemed to ignite in the man’s eyes.

Twenty minutes later, their heavy breathing gradually subsided. The ocean waves were quiet. Lin Xingzi was exhausted, her palm sticky with semen.