Chapter 134 The Unexpected Initiative
When Qin Wanshu emerged from her bath, she saw Zuo Qinghuan sitting on the sofa, engrossed in some documents. The slight frown of concentration on her face as she pondered was captivatingly beautiful. Indeed, a woman focused was truly the most beautiful.
Qin Wanshu didn't make a sound, not wanting to disturb Zuo Qinghuan, choosing instead to quietly admire her. Zuo Qinghuan had bathed first, and her hair was still slightly damp. The collar of her bathrobe revealed her fair neck and collarbone, exuding a fatal allure. A subtle restlessness stirred within Qin Wanshu, a desire to draw closer. She recalled the frequently intense gazes Zuo Qinghuan directed at her; surely Zuo Qinghuan hoped she would be more proactive in that regard.
A sudden impulse to teasingly retaliate sparked within Qin Wanshu – payback for all the times Zuo Qinghuan had teased her, often leaving her flustered and unable to defend herself.
Silently, Qin Wanshu approached Zuo Qinghuan. She sat down behind her, deliberately pressing her body against Zuo Qinghuan's back. She felt Zuo Qinghuan give a slight shiver the moment their bodies touched. A faint smile played on Qin Wanshu's lips; her effect on Zuo Qinghuan was truly significant!
Deep in her documents, Zuo Qinghuan felt the softness behind her, sending a near-tremble through her body, as if every pore was opening in response. Qin Wanshu's scent instantly enveloped her. Zuo Qinghuan's heart began to race, her thoughts scattering, making it impossible to focus any longer. She even held her breath simultaneously, anticipating Qin Wanshu's next move. Her heart pounded wildly with expectation; she had a feeling that this time, Qin Wanshu wouldn't just stop at getting close.
"Finished with the documents?" Qin Wanshu asked softly. Zuo Qinghuan felt Qin Wanshu's lips brush, deliberately or not, against her earlobe, her warm breath sending shivers down her spine. It was clear Qin Wanshu's actions were meant to arouse her. She knew full well how susceptible she was to Qin Wanshu's advances. The realization that this was the first time Qin Wanshu had taken such initiative without any deliberate enticement from her side sent an unusual heat coursing through Zuo Qinghuan's body.
Zuo Qinghuan nodded, though thoughts of the documents had vanished. She reflexively closed the laptop. Her mind was now completely filled with Qin Wanshu's teasing touch. Her body felt exceptionally sensitive, clamoring with a deep yearning for Qin Wanshu.
"Someone seems eager for me to 'bully' her," Qin Wanshu murmured, her arms wrapping around Zuo Qinghuan's waist. Her fingers untied the sash of Zuo Qinghuan's bathrobe, revealing glimpses of pale, soft skin beneath. Her fingertips traced lightly, almost hesitantly, over the skin of Zuo Qinghuan's waist. The feel of that delicate skin was so exquisite Qin Wanshu found it hard to pull away.
Hearing this, a blush crept onto Zuo Qinghuan's face. Every point Qin Wanshu touched felt like it carried an electric current. When Qin Wanshu uttered the word 'bully', Zuo Qinghuan felt an uncontrollable surge of wetness between her thighs.
A flush of desire bloomed on Zuo Qinghuan's usually elegant face, creating an indescribable charm that held Qin Wanshu's gaze captive. She was so beautiful it made one want to do anything to her. In fact, Qin Wanshu had already forgotten her initial playful intent. Her hand seemed to move of its own accord, gliding upwards from Zuo Qinghuan's waist to cup her soft breast. She gently kneaded the pliable flesh, feeling the peak harden beneath her touch. Qin Wanshu pressed her lips to Zuo Qinghuan's neck, sucking gently on the tender skin, listening to the soft moans Zuo Qinghuan could no longer suppress. Everything unfolded naturally from there.
The moment Qin Wanshu's palm covered her breast, Zuo Qinghuan's body went limp. She felt the moisture between her legs gather, becoming more abundant. Shyly, Zuo Qinghuan pressed her thighs together, instinctively wanting more. She turned her head, capturing Qin Wanshu's lips with her own, their tongues meeting in a fervent, entangling dance.
Qin Wanshu's other hand slid slowly downwards from Zuo Qinghuan's waist, slipping between the thighs Zuo Qinghuan had clamped together. She felt the abundant wetness within – the unmistakable sign of Zuo Qinghuan's arousal. Zuo Qinghuan's body was incredibly sensitive, Qin Wanshu thought inwardly. Her fingers lightly brushed against Zuo Qinghuan's slick folds, a tantalizing touch that grazed the most sensitive spot only to withdraw again. After several repetitions, Zuo Qinghuan began to squirm, acutely unsatisfied.
"Qin Wanshu..." Zuo Qinghuan gasped, her voice tight.
"Hmm?" Qin Wanshu replied, raising an eyebrow with a smile that Zuo Qinghuan found particularly wicked.
"You... know..." Zuo Qinghuan's face flushed crimson. Though usually bold in speech, when it came to the bedroom, she was merely a paper tiger.
"Like this?" Qin Wanshu asked with a knowing grin. She suddenly pressed down on the sensitive bud nestled within Zuo Qinghuan's folds, gently rubbing and kneading it.
Zuo Qinghuan cried out, startled by the intense sensation. A fierce wave of pleasure radiated from between her legs, followed by a warm gush.
Zuo Qinghuan's body seemed even more sensitive than before, Qin Wanshu mused, feeling the increasing moisture slicking her fingertips. She didn't realize that absence truly does make the heart grow fonder – especially for Zuo Qinghuan, who had been abstinent. Experiencing intimacy again after three years naturally amplified every sensation.
Zuo Qinghuan felt her mind go blank, her moans escaping more freely and unconsciously, while the physical sensations remained startlingly clear. As the pleasure between her legs built to a critical point, her body neared its limit. The overwhelming climax washed over her, almost drowning her senses. Her body began to contract intensely. Zuo Qinghuan felt utterly helpless; Qin Wanshu's fingers hadn't even entered her yet, and she had already reached her peak.
But this was only the beginning. Qin Wanshu didn't stop her assault. Her fingers suddenly slipped inside Zuo Qinghuan's tender entrance, feeling the wet heat, the softness, the tight embrace within. Zuo Qinghuan cried out again at the stimulation. Seeing Zuo Qinghuan's face flushed with passion, Qin Wanshu began to move her fingers slowly, rhythmically. Once Zuo Qinghuan adjusted to the intrusion, Qin Wanshu's deliberate slowness became a sweet torture.
"Qin Wanshu... faster..." Zuo Qinghuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and pleaded aloud.
Hearing Zuo Qinghuan's begging tone, Qin Wanshu quickened the pace of her fingers. Zuo Qinghuan's cries became increasingly unrestrained. Listening to her, Qin Wanshu felt her own face flush, a responding heat building within her body.
Zuo Qinghuan felt wave after wave of pleasure crash over her, quickly reaching another peak. Climaxing twice in such a short time... Zuo Qinghuan felt her body's sensitivity was almost alien. The slightest touch from Qin Wanshu sent shivers of pleasure through her, making her whimper and easily submit beneath Qin Wanshu. Her body was truly unguarded, completely open to Qin Wanshu.
Qin Wanshu felt the intense contractions starting again from within. She looked at Zuo Qinghuan with mild surprise, then saw her shyly avert her gaze. Qin Wanshu smiled knowingly. So, bringing pleasure to the one you love brings happiness to yourself as well.
After a long while, once the aftershocks subsided and her mind cleared, Zuo Qinghuan reflected. She had always assumed that after their reunion, she would be the one taking charge in bed. She hadn't expected Qin Wanshu to make the first move. This wouldn't do. She absolutely had to pin Qin Wanshu down and have her way with her too.
Zuo Qinghuan abruptly stood up, nearly collapsing back down as her legs buckled. Only twice, and her legs were already weak? Zuo Qinghuan mentally scolded herself. Still, the sensations just now felt much stronger than before. Thinking of that intense pleasure, Zuo Qinghuan wanted Qin Wanshu to taste it too. After all, Qin Wanshu had also been abstinent for three years; the sensations should be equally potent for her.
Zuo Qinghuan was a woman of action. Once she decided, she acted. She rushed into the bathroom, carefully washed her hands that had touched the laptop earlier, and immediately came back out.
Qin Wanshu initially didn't understand why Zuo Qinghuan had suddenly dashed into the bathroom. But when Zuo Qinghuan emerged, practically radiating purpose, Qin Wanshu instantly knew her intentions. Zuo Qinghuan launched herself at Qin Wanshu like a starving wolf pouncing on its prey, pinning a helpless Qin Wanshu onto the sofa.
"Darling, listening to me cry out like that, didn't you feel anything?" Zuo Qinghuan asked suggestively, pressing her leg between Qin Wanshu's. She could feel a slight dampness there – proof that Qin Wanshu hadn't been entirely unaffected.
How could Qin Wanshu possibly not feel anything after Zuo Qinghuan's unrestrained cries? But how could she admit it?
"They say absence makes passion stronger, and the feeling really is intense. You made me feel so good just now... Don't you want to try it too, darling?" Zuo Qinghuan escalated her teasing, her words becoming bolder. Indeed, as soon as the roles reversed, her attitude shifted. Zuo Qinghuan uttered such explicit words without a blush or a falter in her heartbeat.
Whether it was the effect of Zuo Qinghuan's verbal provocation or the sensation of her leg rubbing against that sensitive spot, Qin Wanshu felt her own body begin to stir.
"Zuo Qinghuan, shut up!" Qin Wanshu wished she could seal Zuo Qinghuan's lips to prevent her from saying anything more unbearably provocative.
"But my mouth is very useful... I want to lick Qin Wanshu..." Before Zuo Qinghuan could continue her suggestive remarks, Qin Wanshu pressed her lips against hers.
Zuo Qinghuan reveled in Qin Wanshu's initiated kiss, quickly taking control, her tongue playfully tangling with Qin Wanshu's. Her hands moved to untie Qin Wanshu's still neatly fastened bathrobe, pulling it open. Qin Wanshu's full breasts were revealed to Zuo Qinghuan's gaze. Zuo Qinghuan swallowed, admiring Qin Wanshu's perfect figure. What a mouth-watering sight. Her lips descended onto Qin Wanshu's soft mounds, licking and nipping at the small pink peaks. Qin Wanshu let out a stifled gasp at the stimulation.
Zuo Qinghuan's hand cupped the other breast, reveling in the soft texture, kneading it boldly. Qin Wanshu exerted great effort to keep her voice from escaping.
Zuo Qinghuan looked at Qin Wanshu's face, slightly flushed with arousal yet desperately trying to maintain control. So beautiful. The sight took Zuo Qinghuan's breath away.
"Darling, holding back is hard work. I love hearing your voice, you know," Zuo Qinghuan said with a smile, punctuating her words with a mischievous bite on one peak.
Qin Wanshu cried out softly from the slight pain, but as Zuo Qinghuan's bite turned into a lick, the sting faded, replaced by waves of tingling numbness. Although Qin Wanshu had tasted passion before, this level of intimacy still felt somewhat unfamiliar, making her slightly anxious. Her hands flailed, seeking something to grasp onto for support, but could only fall weakly to her sides.
Zuo Qinghuan's lips traveled slowly downwards, moving from the hills to the plains below. Kneeling on the floor, her eyes level with the sofa, Zuo Qinghuan parted the dark curls, her gaze falling upon the already glistening delta within. A beautiful, tempting flower seemed to bloom in that moist ground. Zuo Qinghuan's gaze grew heated.
From the corner of her eye, Qin Wanshu saw Zuo Qinghuan staring intently at her private place. She knew what Zuo Qinghuan intended to do. Overcome with shyness, Qin Wanshu instinctively tried to close her legs, but Zuo Qinghuan wouldn't allow it. Zuo Qinghuan held Qin Wanshu's thighs firmly apart, parted the delicate folds within, and buried her face between Qin Wanshu's legs.
The moment Zuo Qinghuan's head disappeared between her thighs, Qin Wanshu squeezed her eyes shut, too embarrassed to witness the wanton scene. Yet, her other senses became heightened. She felt Zuo Qinghuan's tongue licking and swirling around her most sensitive point. The pleasure was so intense that Qin Wanshu finally couldn't hold back a soft whimper. Most daringly, Zuo Qinghuan slipped her tongue inside her body; Qin Wanshu could even feel the tiny papillae on Zuo Qinghuan's tongue. Under such stimulation, Qin Wanshu's body finally released a copious amount of slick honeyed fluid. Qin Wanshu felt waves of pleasure radiating to every nerve ending. As Zuo Qinghuan had said, the sensation was indeed much stronger than before.
Zuo Qinghuan knew Qin Wanshu's body had truly let go in that moment. She greedily lapped at the sweet nectar within Qin Wanshu before lifting her head to kiss the still tightly-closed eyes of Qin Wanshu.
Tasting herself on Zuo Qinghuan's tongue, Qin Wanshu's face burned scarlet. Zuo Qinghuan was truly shameless.
"Getting wetter and wetter," Zuo Qinghuan murmured, fully aware Qin Wanshu couldn't handle such words, yet deliberately fanning the flames. She adored seeing Qin Wanshu like this, caught between desire and restraint, radiating an exquisite allure. That captivating helplessness nearly made Zuo Qinghuan's bones melt; she wanted to fuse Qin Wanshu into her very marrow, never to be separated again.
Zuo Qinghuan's main assault now began in earnest. Round after round of relentless attention made Qin Wanshu feel as if she had died and been reborn countless times. Tonight, Qin Wanshu discovered that her own desire could be incredibly powerful, intense enough to be utterly overwhelming.
That night, Zuo Qinghuan clung to Qin Wanshu, seeking and sharing pleasure an unknown number of times. Only when both were utterly exhausted did Zuo Qinghuan finally, contentedly, let Qin Wanshu rest. Zuo Qinghuan's longing and emptiness from the past three years found their solace tonight.