Something Beautiful and Wicked

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Once they arrived at the Shi Estate, Shi Ailin invited Luo Wanting inside her home.     

He followed her, removing his jacket and shoes. Shi Ailin didn't say a word as she headed up the staircase.     

Luo Wanting paused and waited at the foot of the stairs, not taking another step until Shi Ailin stopped at the top to turn around. "Aren't you coming?" she asked.     

Luo Wanting grinned. He wanted confirmation, and he'd further seek it. He caught up to her, following her inside her bedroom.     

Shi Ailin closed the door behind him, breathing out nervously as she held the doorknob. Luo Wanting stepped behind her, running a hand down her arm. "Ailin. Let's just change and sleep tonight," he said.     

Shi Ailin turned around, hastily pulling the collar of his shirt to bend his head down for a kiss. Luo Wanting helped her by bowing his head, leaning in to crash his lips against hers.     

He then gently pushed her against the door as she twined her arms around his neck, allowing his tongue to stroke and invade her mouth.     

Luo Wanting cupped her waist, pulling her against him. Shi Ailin pulled away to breathe, gasping and holding onto him as if her body was melting. Luo Wanting kissed her jaw, making his way down. Shi Ailin responded by tilting her head back as he kissed the base of her throat, scorching her skin with his lips.     

Shi Ailin was burning with desire, and she had never felt this overcome with it.     

"Can we go further than this?" he asked her.     

"Yes," she breathed.     

Luo Wanting smiled, reaching behind her dress, fumbling with her zipper. He then pulled it down her back slow and sensuously, unveiling her full body to him.     

Shi Ailin instinctively covered her breasts, insecure by how small she was. She knew that her body wasn't as round and generous as other women, but Luo Wanting interrupted her thoughts when he said, "beautiful."     

She flushed and uncovered herself, as Luo Wanting unclasped her bralette. He smiled as he looked at her breasts. There was a bit of awe on his expression.     

He then began to unbutton his shirt, throwing it aside. Shi Ailin's breath caught. She had seen him shirtless plenty of times before when he was recovering and when they went on that trip with her friends, but she had never taken the time to appreciate his form.     

She approached him, running a hand down his chest, feeling the firm and broadness of him. Her hand traced his midriff, touching the scar on his body. "Does it hurt?"     

"No," he answered, smiling. "Thanks to a certain someone."      

Shi Ailin blushed. "It was nothing."     

Luo Wanting lifted her chin to face him. He gazed into her eyes as he said to her, "It wasn't nothing." He then kissed her before he collected her in his arms, walking them towards the bed.     

Shi Ailin gently tumbled over the bedsheets, her hair sprawling over the pillows. Luo Wanting cupped her face, kissing her senselessly, leaning his frame over her body. After a few moments of immersing themselves, he pulled away to ask, "How experienced are you?"     

Shi Ailin bit down her lower lip. "I—I've never done it."     

Luo Wanting looked down at her with a warm smile. He kissed her soft and fast. "I will be very careful," he told her. He kissed her collarbone before making his way down her chest. He took a breast in his mouth, circling her hard nipple with his tongue.      

Shi Ailin's breathing laboured as Luo Wanting kissed his way down, stopping below her navel.     

He pressed gentle kisses as he slipped her underwear off, discarding it from her legs. Shi Ailin's breath hitched.     

She felt him smile against her centre, and she flushed, wondering what he was doing. "I need to prepare you," he informed her. Shi Ailin was unsure what he meant until she felt him lift her legs and he kissed the core of her body.     

Shi Ailin gasped, not knowing how to describe it. She never knew how good it felt to have someone not only touch her there but also lap her with his tongue. It was as if Luo Wanting was kissing her, only it was on another part of her body—a sensitive part that responded instinctively.     

She was aware that Luo Wanting made her feel excited whenever he touched her, but this time, she felt more than excitement. She was aroused and so very stimulated.     

Shi Ailin propped herself on her elbows, watching him. She shuddered and grasped his silver hair, feeling her sensations ripple through her. She then began to move her hips against his mouth without realizing it. Luo Wanting held her thighs high, as he tongue-thrust her, devouring her pussy. Her toes curled, and Shi Ailin moaned out his name, grasping the blankets on each side of her.     

Luo Wanting huffed a laugh against her because of how much she was putting herself in control. Luo Wanting withdrew, rolling over. Shi Ailin felt empty until he pulled her over right on top of his face. Her eyes widened.     

"What am I supposed to do?"     

He smirked and licked her from beneath as his answer. Her legs shook, and she nearly fell until she caught the headrest of the bed. She held onto it as her hips began to move again on its own. "Ahhhhhh," she cried out. She hated the way she sounded, but she didn't care anymore. She continued to sigh and moan, letting Luo Wanting know just how much she enjoyed it. Shi Ailin was also beginning to realize how slick and smooth it felt to move against him, knowing that she was soaked from not only his tongue-fucking but from her own barrelling release.     

She gasped, holding onto his head as if it was the only thing that kept her anchored. Her hips trembled as—for the first time—she felt the tide of an orgasm. "Shit," she cursed as her climax shattered.     

When she came down, Shi Ailin breathed out, heavily panting. "I…I had no idea it felt like that," she told him.     

Luo Wanting removed his mouth from her, and Shi Ailin flushed, embarrassed by his gleaming, wet mouth. She did that?     

Luo Wanting licked his lips, and he smiled mischievously at her.     

Shi Ailin's eyes went wide. She rolled off of him, covering her face.     

"Why are you embarrassed?" he asked her.     

Shi Ailin didn't want to uncover her face. "I took over, and I don't know. I just never thought I would do that."     

Luo Wanting leaned over her with half of his body. "There's nothing wrong with taking control," he lifted her hand, kissing her fingers. "I thought it was so fucking hot."     

Shi Ailin reddened. "Really?"     

"Mhm," he answered. "It meant you were letting loose. You wanted to climax, and you were enjoying my fine work. I heard it loud and clear."     

Shi Ailin felt like she might die from his playful teasing.     

Luo Wanting laughed before coming close to her ear. "I mean it," he said, "your sounds awakened me."     

He grasped her hand, bringing it over his pants. He was rock-hard beneath the hold of his trousers, and she looked at him eye-wide.     

"You see?" he said.     

Shi Ailin tightened her grasp on him, watching as he shut his green eyes. "Is it painful?" she asked.     

Eyes shut, Luo Wanting chuckled. "The opposite, princess," he said.     

Shi Ailin smiled. She kept moving her hand over him, unsure of what she was doing, but Luo Wanting groaned in response. He then lifted his hips to remove his pants, and Shi Ailin saw the fullness of him twitch and rouse. She didn't know the right word for it, but it was beautiful…his cock was beautiful.     

She gripped the hardness of him, not knowing what else to do. But she knew that her hand was supposed to move up and down, like a brush of a stroke. She did that, and his breathing deepened.     

"Ai," he breathed out.     

She stopped to look at him.     

"I need you to wet it," he told her.     

Shi Ailin flushed.     

"Spit on it," he instructed her.     

She listened, bending down to spit on the side of his shaft, stroking his cock with it, and she realized how slippery it felt to move faster. She stroked him until he draped an arm over his eyes, overcome with pleasure.     

Shi Ailin lifted his arm, facing his mystified expression. She smiled, bending down to kiss him. "Now look who's hiding?" she said.     

Luo Wanting groaned aloud. He felt her move with graceful hands—a painter's hand, gentle but firm and possessive. He'd never felt anything like it.     

He then sat up to flip Shi Ailin beneath him, ready to make love to her and mark her as his.