Moonlight pooled across the silk sheets, silver on crimson. Ye Tian lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other tracing idle circles along Qingyao's spine. She nestled against his side, cheek to his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heart. The quiet between them hummed—alive, expectant.
She shifted first, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat. Another, lower. Her lips brushed the ridge of his collarbone, then the firm plane of his chest. Ye Tian's breath deepened; his fingers tightened in her hair. "Qingyao…" The single word was half-warning, half-plea.
She didn't answer with words. Instead, she slid down his body, kisses trailing fire over his skin. When she reached his hips, she paused, meeting his gaze. His c*ck lay heavy against his stomach, already thick and flushed. She wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking once—slow, deliberate—watching his abs flex. "Mmm," he moaned low, eyes fluttering. Then she took him into her mouth.
Warm, wet heat enveloped him inch by inch. She started gentle: lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling, tasting the bead of salt at the tip. "Ahh… Qingyao…" he groaned, hips twitching. She hummed, the vibration rolling through him—"Mmmph"—and took him deeper. Her hand worked in tandem, twisting at the base while her mouth sank lower, cheeks hollowing. "F*ck—yes—" he rasped, voice breaking.
She set a languid rhythm: long, slow pulls that drew him to the back of her throat, then back to the tip, tongue flicking the sensitive underside. Saliva slicked her lips, dripped down his shaft; she used it, stroking faster, then slower, teasing. When his thighs tensed, she eased off, kissing along the length, nipping gently at the vein that pulsed beneath the skin. "Qingyao—don't stop—please—" he moaned, fingers threading through her hair—not pushing, just anchoring.
She smiled against him and took him deep again. "Ohhh… just like that…" he groaned, hips rolling in tiny, involuntary thrusts. She cupped his balls, rolling them gently, and felt them draw tight. "Mmm—gonna—" "Come for me," she whispered, lips brushing the tip. He did—hard. "Ahhh—Qingyao!" The first pulse hit her tongue; she swallowed around him—"Mmmph"—milking every spurt until he shuddered, spent, a final "Nngh…" escaping his throat.
She crawled back up, kissing him so he tasted himself on her lips. He flipped her beneath him in one fluid motion, mouth claiming hers, hands roaming. His fingers found her soaked folds, sliding through them, circling her cl*t until she whimpered into his kiss—"Tian—ahh!" Two fingers plunged inside; his thumb pressed firm, steady circles. "Ohhh—yes—right there—" she moaned, thighs trembling. She came with a soft cry—"Tian!"—inner walls fluttering.
He entered her slowly, savoring the clutch of her body. Long, deep strokes—each one dragging a gasp from her lips. "Mmm—Qingyao—so tight—" he groaned. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. "Harder—please—" she moaned. Their rhythm built, steady and relentless, until she arched beneath him—"Ahh—Tian—I'm—" climax rolling through her in waves. He followed, burying himself to the hilt—"F*ck—yes—" pulsing hot inside her.
Still joined, he rolled them so she straddled him. She rode him slow at first, hips rolling, hands braced on his chest. "Ohhh… deeper…" he moaned, sitting up, mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard. "Ahh—Tian!" she cried, the dual sensation sending her over again—"I'm coming—ahh!"—walls clenching around him. He thrust up to meet her—"Qingyao—" spilling deep with a low groan.
They shifted again—he pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing between her thighs. She hooked her legs over his elbows, opening herself completely. He drove into her with measured power, each thrust nudging that spot that made her sob—"Tian—yes—right there—ahh!" Sweat slicked their skin; the slap of flesh echoed. She came hard—"Tian—Tian—ohhh!" back bowing, and he followed—"Qingyao—f*ck—" flooding her once more.
Later, he lay her on her side, entering from behind, one arm banded beneath her breasts, the other sliding between her legs to stroke her cl*t. Slow, intimate thrusts—each one a whisper of possession. "Mmm… feel you everywhere…" he moaned into her ear. She turned her head for a kiss, tongues tangling—"Tian—ahh—don't stop—" pleasure coiling tight. They came together—"Qingyao!" "Tian!"—her cry muffled against his lips, his release warm and endless inside her.
Finally, he pulled her atop him again. She sank down, taking him to the root, and rocked gently. "Ohhh… perfect…" he groaned, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples. "Mmm—Tian—feels so good—" she moaned, tracing the scars along his ribs. The pace stayed unhurried—deep, grinding rolls that built in soft layers. When release came, it was quiet, shuddering—"Ahh… Qingyao…" "Tian…"—a shared pulse that left them clinging, hearts hammering in perfect sync.
Moonlight faded toward dawn. Ye Tian pressed a kiss to her damp forehead. "Sleep, wife," he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. Qingyao nestled closer, smiling against his skin. "Only if you promise more at sunrise."