Life With You

George Sheng leaned over to kiss her, bit her lips, and whispered: Just trick me.

Song Xi groaned and couldn't speak. George Sheng touched her face and asked softly: Shall I help you take off your clothes?

Song Xi closed her eyes and replied, You go take a shower, I'll take off my clothes myself.

George Sheng's eyes were deep and his thin lips opened and closed: I think you are quite sober.

Song Xi acted coquettishly and pushed him: Go and wash.

Before leaving, George Sheng put down his words: When you sober up, you can say it yourself.

Song Xi responded vaguely, and George Sheng turned around and walked to the bathroom. When he came out from the shower, Song Xi had already curled up in the quilt and lay down, taking off his clothes and pants on the sofa.

He walked over in pajama pants and a T-shirt, listening to her breathing steadily and falling asleep.

Turning off the light, George Sheng lifted up the quilt and lay down in the darkness. He naturally pulled the pillow to Song Xi's face, and the hands under the quilt were also wrapped around her waist. She was used to wearing pajamas to sleep, and the fabric was soft and warm. With each breath, his hands would feel an up and down rhythm.

He wanted her very much, but he didn't want to take advantage of her. He wanted her to be awake and let her know clearly what she was doing, who she loved and who she was giving to.

After looking at her for a while, George Sheng closed his eyes, silently thinking restraint, restraint...

Song Xi slept soundly. A person who had not dreamed for eight hundred years actually dreamed of having sex with George Sheng. The scene in the dream was always switching. One moment it was his master bedroom on the second floor of Cuicheng Mountain, and the other moment it was the sofa in the living room. Even the kitchen... But there was only one thing that remained the same. The two of them were entangled crazily, in various postures. She couldn't breathe, and she could only open her mouth weakly even when she hummed, but the feeling that penetrated her body was cleansing her. The joy of the soul is extremely clear.

Half asleep and half awake, Song Xi slowly opened her eyes, but her body was still supported by the pleasure. Her eyes were filled with darkness, and she had difficulty breathing. It took five seconds for her to realize that her entire face was covered by the quilt. And the whole person is in someone's arms.

He stretched out his hand to pull off the quilt, stuck his head out, and breathed in the fresh air. Song Xi finally came to life.

There was swelling in the lower abdomen. Song Xi wanted to go to the bathroom. When she moved a little, George Sheng's voice came from above her head: What's wrong?

Song Xi's cat-like voice replied: Go to the toilet.

George Sheng raised his arms to help her hold up the quilt. Song Xi took a shortcut, climbed out of bed from him, and went to the bathroom wearing his slippers.

Sitting on the toilet, she squinted and saw that her underwear was wet. Song Xi blushed indescribably and her heart beat. She was having such a shameless dream in the same bed with George Sheng. Could it be that she was really horny and thirsty? ?

She brought a change of underwear, but George Sheng was awake, so she couldn't change it blatantly, lest he would notice. Two minutes later, Song Xi came out of the bathroom and did not go to bed with George Sheng again. The other side climbed up obediently, and then lay down twenty centimeters away from him.

George Sheng held her hand under the quilt and whispered, Are you sober?

Song Xi didn't know what time it was, or how long she had slept, but her mind was indeed much clearer, especially the dream just now, which made her unable to calm down for a long time.

Her heart was agitated, and she deliberately whispered back: I'm so sleepy.

George Sheng stretched out his long arms and took her into his arms: Go to sleep.

He didn't do anything, he just held her. Song Xi wanted to wrinkle her face in his arms, secretly thinking that it would kill her mother. At such a close distance, she smelled his scent and pressed against her. His body temperature, listening to his heartbeat...the pictures in the dream were spinning in her mind frame by frame like a small movie. She really wanted to...push him down.

She lay motionless in his arms. After a while, George Sheng asked, Can't you sleep?

Song Xi wanted to pretend to be asleep and not return to him, but he stepped back a little and lowered his head to look at her: What are you thinking about?

Song Xi closed his eyes and whispered back: My temples are jumping.

George Sheng stretched out his arm: I'll rub it for you.

His slender fingers were pressing her left temple, but there was a pillow on her right side, and he whispered: Lie down.

Song Xi turned over to one side and lay flat on the pillow. George Sheng propped up the quilt, turned over and straddled her in the next second, and bent down to rub her temples.

The blood in Song Xi's heart was boiling, and she was so excited that she wanted to curse. Is he rubbing his temples? The chicken was killed with the same knife as the cow!

George Sheng controlled the strength in his legs, supported his body, rubbed it for a long time, and asked in a low voice: Are you feeling better?

Um.

Song Xi responded, and George Sheng retracted his hand. At the same time, he lowered his upper body and pressed his whole body on her.

Song Xi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She knew deep down that what was supposed to come would always come, and she wanted it too, so she didn't struggle and waited for George Sheng's next move.

George Sheng tilted his head slightly and kissed her, and Song Xi opened her mouth to cater. From the initial collision of the two tongues, all the actions below became instinctive reactions.

George Sheng touched her body through her pajamas, and Song Xi didn't stop her. She thought to herself that this feeling... was exactly the same as in the dream, no, it was more clear and impactful than in the dream.

In a completely dark night, in a silent room, both of their bodies were equally hot. Song Xi heard the ambiguous sound of George Sheng sucking her lips, and George Sheng also heard the rapid breathing that escaped Song Xi's nose inadvertently.

His kiss followed the curve of her face, slid all the way down to the soft and smooth neck, and kissed her collarbone carefully. The numbing feeling of ants crawling all over her body made Song Xi couldn't help but close the arms around his neck.

The shoulder straps of his pajamas were peeled off by him, revealing a large piece of nephrite-like body. George Sheng gradually lost himself in it, and even Song Xi began to suffer from a lack of oxygen in his brain. In an instant, he didn't know where he was today.

Song Xi's body was hot, but she could still feel the moist and hot temperature from George Sheng's body, especially his face, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Song Xi fondly raised her hand to wipe it for him, but George Sheng clasped her wrist, raised her arm above her head, and then kissed the inside of her arm, all the way up.

His kiss was too thin, as if a feather had scratched the most ticklish part of Song Xi's heart. Song Xi couldn't help but pull back, but George Sheng held on. She hummed softly and called his name: Zhi Sheng...

She usually calls him Maotou Sheng and Xiao Sheng, but she rarely calls him Zhi Sheng. In the past, it was a show in front of others, but now it is true love in bed. George Sheng's eyes were instantly confused and his mind went crazy.

Kissing every ticklish spot on her body, Song Xi had to keep whispering his name.

George Sheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his thin lips opened, and his voice was low and hoarse: Call me husband.

Song Xi groaned...

husband.

George Sheng made her look like a fish. To be clear, it was a fish that was caught ashore. Every twist she made was because the fishing line was in his hand.

Obviously he couldn't bear it anymore, but he still wanted to suppress her and asked in a low voice: Do you want me?