A soft, scalding tongue intertwines inside the mouth, teasing the palate with the faint fresh fragrance of kumquat amidst the taste of alcohol.
Zhou Su's kisses were gentle yet assertive, increasingly pressing, making Qiu Mingyue gradually gasp for air, like an oxygen-starved goldfish, merely opening her mouth and extending her tongue, allowing Zhou Su to conquer unresistingly. Both were burning hot, exchanging scorching breath and saliva.
The ambiguous sounds made faces turn increasingly red and ears warm. Qiu Mingyue was pressed by Zhou Su on the sofa, her body opened with his leg. He pulled one of her legs to his waist with one hand and delved beneath her clothes with the other, reaching behind to unfasten her bra single-handedly.
Zhou Su's kisses did not stop, but became even sweeter, like a deer lapping water, gently licking her lips, cheeks, and ears, silently helping to ease her tension.
His hand lingered long on her rounded lower body before slowly covering and gently kneading.
Extremely hot, her nipples pecking at his palm, Qiu Mingyue trembled slightly, her leg wrapped tighter around his waist, the other leg hooking over Zhou Su's calf.
Zhou Su's moist, hot kisses gradually moved downwards. Qiu Mingyue's short sleeve and bra were removed. When her chest was enveloped, she involuntarily arched her back, emitting a moan. Zhou Su's tongue cleverly swirled around her nipples, now even redder and glistening.
Qiu Mingyue, with both hands wrapped around his neck, felt euphoric, her brain in a state of congested shutdown, not wanting to think or consider. The alcohol finally had its effect amidst the dazzling excitement. Qiu Mingyue felt comfortable, desiring even more comfort.
Zhou Su kissed her body, light or hard, sucking out faint marks, igniting endless itches on her body. Qiu Mingyue, with her head back and gasping, saw the dim light above swaying, diffusing warm, dim light, until she felt the touch of hair on the insides of her thighs and realized Zhou Su had buried his head there.
Though already overwhelmed with desire, Qiu Mingyue still felt shy, blood rushing to her face, her face burning red, wanting to close her legs, but Zhou Su forcibly kept them apart, skillfully caressing her. Even without seeing, Qiu Mingyue knew his slender, bony yet powerful hands, having seen him write with persistence, and now fantasized about those hands cherishing her body like a treasure.
Zhou Su said something, but Qiu Mingyue's temples throbbed, not catching his words, unable to guess whether it was sweet nothings, only feeling his scorching breath there, then hotter lips pressed against her, his tongue against the tender flesh of her inner thigh, sucking deeply, making noises, even biting lightly as if marking, making Qiu Mingyue moan in pain.
"Don't…"
Don't what?
Qiu Mingyue's entire attention was on the man's kisses moving inward, her private area being played with by his fingers, directly pressing and stimulating her through her panties, causing the tension she forced herself to maintain to dissolve like water.
Already wet, she now could hardly endure any provocation. Zhou Su's fingers pressed against her entrance, as if pushing the fabric soaked with slick honey inside, then kneading and again flicking the clitoris, his hot lips pressing there, his tongue probing inside after a few licks, drawing the honey into his mouth, the two fingers pressing the clitoris moving faster. Qiu Mingyue tightened around Zhou Su's head, her fingers grasping his short hair, her vision flashing white, climaxing.
As her consciousness dissipated, the tongue and fingers inside her still moved rapidly, the sound of water unbridled, her body extremely sensitive from just climaxing, Qiu Mingyue unable to endure, pleading vaguely, but ultimately unable to withstand the man's invasion, whimpering and moaning, quickly reaching the peak again.
Zhou Su finally let her go for a moment, pulling down her panties but mischievously leaving them on one ankle, then removing the last piece of clothing covering her body, her half-skirt.
Qiu Mingyue lay weak and pliant, easily manipulated by Zhou Su.
Her eyes wet, she lay on the sofa enjoying the lingering pleasure, her vision blurred. Zhou Su straightened his upper body, casually brushed his hair back with his hand, revealing a handsome and clean face, expressionless but filled with desire.
He looked exactly like usual, but his aura had undergone a drastic change. His gaze heavily looked down at the person beneath him, filled with the ambitious desire of a hunter and the ease of a hunt, brimming with dangerous predation, instilling fear in the prey and an instinctual submission, a sacrifice.
Under Zhou Su's lingering gaze, Qiu Mingyue belatedly realized he was still fully dressed, while she...
Qiu Mingyue didn't want to cover her body in a futile attempt to hide, but her heart pounded like a drum, unable to face this contrast calmly. She turned her head away from Zhou Su, but he captured her chin, forcing her to look at him.
He wanted her to look straight at him, watching as he licked off the shiny clear liquid from his lips, some on his face too, which he wiped with his finger and brought before their eyes. His fingertips separated, revealing sticky silver strands, which he then consumed. Throughout, he stared at her unblinkingly, as if savoring her expressions and reactions.
Qiu Mingyue's mouth was dry, her heart racing, as she watched Zhou Su unbutton his shirt, slowly, button by button, revealing his solid chest muscles, then the well-defined abs. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, rubbed his bulging groin, then released his erect, thick and hard member, which sprung out, hitting his abdomen with a clear slap.
Zhou Su began to stroke himself, muscles and veins in his arms, abdomen, and there were all prominent, almost as if he was masturbating in front of Qiu Mingyue, who was dazed by this vivid scene.
Zhou Su, who had been holding Qiu Mingyue's chin, let go, propped himself on the sofa, and leaned down. The tip oozing pre-ejaculate traced over Qiu Mingyue's bare body, playing with her nipples for a while, then reaching her belly button, maliciously poking at the impossible spot as if it were an opening, the large glans pressing against the small depression.
Qiu Mingyue's waist went limp, her face flushed as she tried to push Zhou Su away, but he caught both her hands in one of his. He pulled her hands down, guiding Qiu Mingyue to part her wet flesh herself. Zhou Su seemed to know of her angry embarrassment. He kissed her up top, while down below, his member gently stroked her engorged clitoris. Only after Qiu Mingyue's breathing became heavier did he enter her slightly opened entrance.
The discomfort of being penetrated by a foreign object swept through Qiu Mingyue's entire body, but as it entered inch by inch, a sense of fulfillment comforted her heart. Qiu Mingyue embraced Zhou Su, feeling the restrained pulsing of his member inside her, the extreme intimacy and heat of their skin contact making her moan incessantly.
Her hands no longer restrained, she wrapped them around Zhou Su's waist. His shirt was still on, soaked in sweat, sticking to his body, sweat dripped from his forehead and hair tips, landing on Qiu Mingyue's chest, causing her to shiver, prompting the person inside her to move.
The most sensitive spot was quickly found, a few forceful maneuvers, suddenly a feeling of weightlessness made her cry out, she was being lifted by Zhou Su.
Holding her bent legs, he walked around the living room, stepping once, forcefully thrusting into her with each step, fully in and out, repeatedly. Qiu Mingyue was overwhelmed, clinging tightly to him, her pleas resulting in a storm of rapid thrusts. An unprecedented climax, like a huge wave, brought nothing but fear to Qiu Mingyue. She cried and beat Zhou Su, receiving no pity, as if a soft spring inside her body was smashed, pleasure gushing out, eventually submerging her.
Qiu Mingyue woke up gasping for air.
She was in her own bed, holding a thin quilt, dressed in her pajamas. In the quiet darkness, the air conditioner's cool breeze operated continuously, amplifying the sound of Qiu Mingyue's heartbeat.
She turned to reach for her phone, feeling wetness between her legs.
It was past two in the morning.
She had arrived home just after eleven, and had immediately gone to sleep after washing up.
Qiu Mingyue took a deep breath, her arm covering her face, slowly awakening from the vivid dream. But closing her eyes, she saw only Zhou Su from her dream, and herself, intimately entwined.
She had actually had such a vivid dream?
Was it really just a dream?
Qiu Mingyue felt incredibly conflicted.
She rarely dreamt, but had experienced vague romantic dreams, like quickly flipping through a book, a slight comfort, but only remembered upon waking, never this real and detailed, almost making her doubt whether she had actually acted out in her drunken state.
No wonder, Qiu Mingyue thought, regardless of the impossibility of Zhou Su doing such things with her, no wonder it was almost entirely her own sensations, excessively pleasurable, yet Zhou Su was silent throughout.
What she really wanted to know was whether Zhou Su would talk sweetly during lovemaking or remain silent, only letting out sensual moans at the most pleasurable moments.
She remembered, up until Zhou Su dropped her off at her community's gate, those memories were real. He had said, "See you next Monday," but she didn't have the courage to invite him up for a cup of ambiguously intentioned tea to sober up.
The saying goes, "out of sight, out of mind," but Qiu Mingyue was shocked at how much her subconscious desired Zhou Su. Was she so unsatisfied that she could dream such a vivid fantasy?
Had she really spoken out a few hours earlier, she likely would have faced rejection and suspicion from her superior.
Thinking of this, Qiu Mingyue felt restless and got up to quickly shower again.
After the shower, she went to the kitchen to drink water. On the dining table was the kumquat lemon tea she had made after returning from work a couple of days ago.
That day, she had passed by a fruit stand with a discount on lemons.
In a round-bellied, sealed glass jar was the orange-red, sticky fruit jam, taken out of the fridge and forgotten to be put back. Now, the bottle was mottled, with a pool of water accumulated at the bottom, next to a glass cup with half a cup of fruit tea left.
Qiu Mingyue poured herself a cup of warm water, adding the remaining majority of the fruit jam from the glass jar, planning to clean up these kitchen leftovers in the morning.
There were still two unused lemons in the fridge.