"I'm not playing, Lan Lan," he murmured against her skin. "I'm worshipping you."
He did not wait. His hand moved carefully, grazing every inch of her skin as if he were worshipping a goddess. Down and down he went, until his fingers reached her inner thigh.
He could already feel the heat and the wetness radiating from her honey pot. Just his teasing and his gaze had been enough to make her ready for him.
Rong Ye let out a low, hungry groan against her lips. "You're so wet for me already... my sweet vixen."
He claimed her mouth even harder, his tongue entangling with hers in a heated battle. His long fingers reached her wet folds.
He didn't push inside yet; he was being a true hooligan, playing only with the outer edges. He smeared her own wetness around her, driving her crazy with the slow, rhythmic motion.
"Is it ticklish here too?" he teased, his voice low. "Or does it feel too good to ask me to stop?"
