45. I'll wait for you
When Yao Ling woke up, she found herself buried in his chest. She didn't know whether he was awake or asleep, but if she moved even slightly, he would hold her back tightly, in one go, very smoothly, and not let go for even a second.
He still had his eyes closed. She curled up in his arms and reached out to touch his eyebrows, moving from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose. Her slender white fingers slowly moved across the undulating area and slid towards his lips.
It was still dark, and the curtains in the room were covered with light dust. She explored him carefully, comparing it with her past memories.
They slept in the same bed together at that time, and most of the time she would wake up first, cover his relaxed eyelids, pinch his nose to steady his breathing, and wake him up with too many movements. Then he would press her head down and suck his equally awake penis.
Now was no exception. After she rubbed the top of his head, she buried herself in him, held his penis, and lightly extended her tongue to touch the glans, stimulating him to become more engorged.
Once the penis becomes larger and harder, erect, she will lick it like a popsicle, sweeping it from the base to the tip, her tongue coating bringing waves of pleasure, and continue two or three times. After licking, she moves to the glans, wrapping it in her mouth, licking the urethra with the tip of her tongue, pulling out a sticky string of liquid.
Deng Shilang gasped in pleasure. She enjoyed herself even more when she heard that. She slowly swallowed the whole thing, puffed up her mouth, and spit it out, teasing him repeatedly.
The most amazing thing is that her lips are wrapped around her teeth. If she wants to hurt him, she will never use her teeth to protect him. Without her teeth, only her soft and delicate lips will sweep across his penis, making him gasp under the attack of tenderness and excitement.
Deng Shilang didn't want to cum in her mouth yet, so when she let go, he pulled her up, laid her flat, pinched her knees and spread her legs. As far as the eye could see, her labia opened and closed as if breathing, shedding the long-secreted dew.
Yao Ling's heart tingled as he pulled her closer. His features, blurred and lingering in the hazy light, were all the more captivating. Before she could see clearly, her stomach tightened as he buried his face between her legs, leaving only the top of her head exposed, and began to plow deep into her vagina.
There was a lot of water, soaking the sheets. His warm tongue drew away the water from the edge of her labia, and with a slight slide, the touch spread to her neck and ears, making her unable to help but raise her hand and wrap her five fingers around the top of his head.
He chuckled at her reaction, which immediately brought a slight wave of heat, and the vibration of the sound also vibrated into her vagina, making her thighs tremble.
The swollen clitoris was exposed, touched by the tip of his tongue, and then kneaded and rubbed. Yao Ling reacted instantly. That touch was the focal point, stimulating her to the point of moaning softly. The tingling sensation that spread afterwards was like an electric current, flowing through her entire body, making her tense.
Deng Shilang kneaded her buttocks and sucked her clitoris. Her hair was messed up by her, but it had a different kind of sexy flavor. He let go of the little fruit that was so ripe that it was about to fall. It was too swollen, too sensitive, and red enough to turn into a pool of pulp.
He changed his route and thrust his tongue into her vagina. Her legs clamped around his neck, feeling unbearable and uncomfortable.
"Don't go in, just kiss that place..."
Deng Shilang knew what she wanted and deliberately kept her hanging, "Call me."
"Kiss me quickly." Yao Ling's lower abdomen shrank again due to his breathing.
"Who am I to you?" he asked again.
She wanted, "Boyfriend."
"not enough."
She was in agony, but he didn't come out. He insisted on speaking in a low voice, even breathing in. "What do you want?"
"Anything is fine, just call me."
"Deng Shilang..." Yao Ling couldn't bear his torture and said softly.
Deng Shilang thought about their relationship, their breakup, and now their reconciliation. She'd always called him by his full name. He couldn't help but call her Lingling, but she was different. She didn't use her English name or nickname, just three words: Deng Shilang, Deng Shilang, Deng Shilang. He just loved it, whether it was in an angry tone or a happy one, and he accepted it all.
When he heard her calling his name, his heart softened and he would do anything to satisfy her.
Yao Ling somehow reached her climax, perhaps even her cries bringing back the ups and downs of a past life. He licked her to orgasm, and in the midst of it, his penis suddenly pressed into her still-shrinking vagina, driving them both to a state of madness. They continued to linger until noon.
Fortunately, it was Saturday and she didn't have to go to work, but because it was Saturday, he took her from the bed to the sofa, and when she was hungry, he cooked her in the kitchen several times, almost without stopping.
The two didn't want to separate for the time being, so they sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. It was unclear whether it was a TV series or a movie.
Yao Ling sat astride his lap, her back to him, her loose clothes rippling as he put his arms around her, kneading her breasts. They were already swollen and numb, but he didn't stop, wanting her to feel the sensation he brought her before leaving.
Naturally, every time she tilted her head, he would kiss her on the face. She simply stopped watching TV, sat on his lap, turned sideways and kissed him. He rubbed her breasts even harder, her breathing became disordered, and the TV happened to be playing the same scene.
Deng Shilang noticed her lingering kiss and smiled carefully at her lips, "You can't bear to leave me."
"If you want me to be willing to give it up, I can do that too," she said.
He pinched her waist and said, "No."
Yao Ling smiled faintly, rewarded him with another kiss, and asked briefly, "After we broke up, where did you go most often?"
"When I was studying at the University of Hong Kong, I often went to the UK. My father had business and relatives there, and HKEX also had an office in London, so I would go on business trips occasionally," said Deng Shilang, giving it some thought. "I've been to Paris with Gigi a few times before."
Yao Ling said, "Aren't you afraid that I might mind?"
"Do you mind?"
She shrugged. The world is so small, people come and go, and an acquaintance is always filled with coincidences and memories that intersect and overlap. After all, she has had this experience too: "Pierre and I have also been to Paris. His house in Paris has a balcony facing the Eiffel Tower, and he has planted many flowers and plants."
Deng Shilang was convinced and bit the flesh of her cheek, not with his teeth, but with his lips curled up in a biting gesture. "I almost forgot he was French."
Yao Ling dodged itchingly and asked with a smile, "Do you think a city represents a person, or that a person represents the city, and that when you go there, you can only think of this person?"
He understood, "Like the songs you played for me."
"Which one do you remember?"
"I remember everything. I don't listen to it on purpose, and if I hear it by chance I won't turn it off. I just leave it on."
Yao Ling nodded and put her arm around his neck. Unconsciously, they were intimate and had a long conversation.
Deng Shilang hugged her, cherishing the time they spent together. Suddenly, he remembered that tomorrow was Sunday and said, "Normally, I would have dinner with my parents on Sundays. I won't go there tomorrow night. I'll see you off at the airport."
She understood and compromised, "It's all right. If you can't come, don't send me off. It's too far."
"Can't you be a little more willful with me?" He said helplessly.
Yao Ling laughed. "I'm thinking about you, but you don't even want me to." She leaned her head against his shoulder, remembering the scene at the Hong Kong airport five years ago, her breath on his neck. "Then you can come and see me off. This time, I don't have any dolls, and I won't let you listen to '3AM' either."
Deng Shilang's heart moved and he hugged her tightly.
The two of them cuddled until after ten o'clock in the evening. He understood that she had to pack her luggage and that she needed to be at the airport in plenty of time for her international flight the next day, so he didn't insist on her staying there any longer. He drove her back to the B&B, kissed her in the car for a long time, and watched her leave.
On Sunday night, just as Yao Ling said, he arrived at the airport, accompanied her to check in, and hugged her for a while in front of the security check. She did not push him away like she did five years ago, but snuggled quietly in his arms.
"Lingling," Deng Shilang called her and sighed. He had never told her that she was the only person who could make him feel so heartbroken that he could suffocate.
Yao Ling heard this, put her arm around his waist, and comforted him, "You've grown up now, and you're capable of doing what you promised me, instead of being helpless like before. After I pushed you away, I've moved on to my current life. You've also grown up a lot and can accept such a long-distance relationship. If you miss me, just come find me. I'll wait for you for a month."
Deng Shilang stroked her long hair that fell down her back and chuckled. The airport began announcing boarding times, and he let her go, waving at her. As soon as she got in and out of his sight, he sent her a message.
【DCHayden】：Let me know when you get there.
【RosalieYL】：Okay, let’s go home quickly.
Before the plane took off, the strong smell of engine oil filled the air. Yao Ling replied, turned on flight mode, and watched the wing slowly ascend into the clouds outside the window. Seeing this scene, she finally felt less sad, because this time they were separated, they were together.
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