she didn't need the answer. her fingers found the damp heat between gu yangjin's legs, parting the delicate folds with an expert's touch. gu yangjin was already slick, already waiting. qiao zhi's thumb found her clit, a tiny, hypersensitive pearl, and began to circle it with an agonizingly slow pressure.
gu yangjin's world shattered into a million points of light. a high, keening sound escaped her lips as her back bowed off the bed. "ah… qiao zhi!"
"that's it," qiao zhi praised, her voice a low growl. she abandoned her breasts, her mouth trailing a wet, open-mouthed path down gu yangjin's trembling stomach. she tugged the shorts and panties down her legs with an impatient flick of her wrist, tossing them to the floor. she knelt between gu yangjin's thighs, pushing them apart, exposing her completely to the cool night air and her searing gaze.
"you're so beautiful," qiao zhi breathed, the words a reverent prayer before the feast. "so wet for me."
and then she descended.
