On the bed in Wu Long's room, two figures slowly moved in the dark. There was no light, and all that could be heard were their breaths, sighs, and light creaking of the bed.
Ye Ling was sitting on Wu Long's crotch and very slowly and sensually moved her body. The movement was so slow that one full thrust would take over a minute. Her hands were on his abdomen, collected together, and his were on her waist, helping her move.
They did not need the light to see each other as they could sense each other's body through touch and feel it moving in contact with theirs. The movement was mild enough for Ye Ling not to moan, as they enjoyed the sound of each other's every breath and sigh. There was passion in their movements, passion, and longing. Their hands traveled through each other's skin from time to time, as if confirming they were there, and caressing each other.
