Chapter 479 - 313: Indulgence and Tenderness
Ran Yan was somewhat agitated, pushing Xiao Song who cooperatively moved his lips away. His right palm had thick calluses, gently caressing her skin smooth as creamy jade, trailing from her waist to her chest, sparking trembles along the way.
With his head lowered, Xiao Song watched his fingers tease the pink fruit at her chest into a proud, rose-tinted stand, dripping with allure. Ran Yan’s fair skin blushed with warmth, reminiscent of a fresh, succulent peach. Her black hair scattered, some strands clinging moistly to her skin, meandering to her delicate collarbone.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes tinted with charm, as if ready to drop water, lending her delicate features an enchanting allure. Xiao Song stared at her in this state, his breath becoming increasingly ragged, unable to stand the throbbing pain below.
He slowly entered that breathtakingly warm embrace; the fullness within brought a slight pain, eliciting a trembling moan from Ran Yan’s throat.
"Yanyan..." Xiao Song, still retaining a trace of lucidity, heard that her voice did not sound pained, so he supported her rounded hips with his large palm, tentatively starting to move.
Warm kisses fell chaotically on her forehead, nose, and lips. Ran Yan felt her blood boiling in her veins, her body hot and tingling. Pain melded with pleasure, and thus she moved gently in sync with his movements.
Xiao Song, now at his limit, flipped over, pressing Ran Yan against the pool’s wall, grasping the white rabbit at her chest, kneading it repeatedly. His kisses shifted from light to heavy as he kissed and sucked on Ran Yan’s earlobe and neck.
After the tenderness, his movements became drastic, the strong impacts making Ran Yan feel like a flat boat in a vast sea, only able to follow the surging waves, the force seeming like it could capsize her at any moment, thrusting over and over.
The heat inside her stirred, drying her mouth, compelling her to lean down and kiss Xiao Song’s firm wheat-colored skin, his slightly cold skin and the droplets made her desire more, softly moaning, kissing, and sucking inch by inch while her hands uncontrollably glided to his firm waist and hips, softly caressing, kneading.
Xiao Song sighed contentedly, as if by an unspoken agreement, when Ran Yan felt a surge of pleasure, he hit even harder and faster. Hairpins slid from her bun, her smooth black hair flowing into the water, stirring ripples with each movement.