24. You still want to kiss
"Then which one do you not believe?" He felt that she had something else in her words.
"You know it very well." Yao Ling said it indifferently.
Deng Shilang looked at her in the dim light, understanding that she didn't believe they wouldn't make love again. He had once held her in his lap and made love to her here, and now, with the passage of time, she was sitting in front of him, as if telling him that their efforts to maintain boundaries would easily become futile.
The wind blew again, and he subconsciously moved closer, bending down and briefly fixing her hair. He saw her lips, devoid of the lipstick she had worn before. She let him tuck her hair behind her ear, then met his eyes, so close to her. Even in the dim, gloomy surroundings, so close, she didn't miss where his gaze was directed.
"You still want to kiss me." Yao Ling reached out to touch the bridge of his nose, her fingers slowly stroking downwards from the root of his nose. She tilted her head closer to his face, and her lips brushed against his face, intentionally or unintentionally, with the unhealed scab almost touching the corner of his mouth. Her fingers even touched the tip of his nose. "I saw the look in your eyes."
Deng Shilang noticed her soft breath and gently leaned over to kiss her. He asked, "Why can't we kiss? Do you want to be a good person and leave some room for negotiation?"
Her eyelids twitched sensitively when she felt his fragrant hair on her forehead. Her fingers continued to linger on his nose. "No, it's the same for everyone, especially SP. Kissing is very disappointing, and it's even more disappointing when the other person is emotional."
"I can't kiss you either." He asked again.
Her voice couldn't be any softer. "Who are you? Know your place. Don't be so self-righteous as to think you're unimportant and want to have privileges."
Deng Shilang seemed to be laughing for some reason. Not long after his dimples came into her sight, he stood up and moved a little further away. She then rested her hands on the bench and looked up at him calmly.
Sitting like this would allow him to see my cleavage, so he asked again, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
She figured he would say, "Go back to the hotel."
But what he wanted to say was, "Now gag you and stop you from talking."
"You still want to kiss."
"No," he took her hand and pressed it to the erection through his trousers, "Suck it, blowjob."
She couldn't pull her hand away, staring at him with a faint smile, "Does this count?"
"I don't want to fuck you without a condom, otherwise I would just let you sit on me." He said frankly.
Yao Ling was stunned by his words, frozen in place for a moment, as if in a dream. Memories that had once been elusive slowly flooded back. Back then, he'd kept multiple condoms in his schoolbag, and when they ran out, he'd forbear letting her go. He'd always treated her with the utmost care. But then she'd open her file bag and pull out a spare, making him laugh. She'd let him know she actually loved it, and he'd grabbed her and fucked her harder, so much so that her legs were still sore when she got home.
Yao Ling's body unconsciously responded. She moved her fingers to open his zipper a little, then stopped midway to remind him: "If we continue like this, can you bear it? You are very conflicted. You can restrain yourself once, but you can't restrain yourself forever. Once is not enough. You need many times. Slowly, you will become addicted and lose control of me. You will get hard when you see me."
"Don't take the initiative to like me anymore. I believe you can be very cruel and only maintain a short-term sexual relationship."
"It's not an affair."
"I don't want to." Deng Shilang's voice came from above her head.
Yao Ling said, "Oh, you don't want to."
She began to pull out his erect, hardened penis, gripping the base. She extended her tongue and intently licked the aroused glans. The lick left a silky tinge, gleaming silver in the moonlight. Her saliva blended with his mucus, creating a sensual sensation. She tilted her face slightly and took half of it into her mouth. It had never had a distinct smell, always a scent of shower gel and laundry detergent. She brushed her tongue against it, deliberately nudging it with her teeth a few times. Although she didn't have to make a sound, the clink of her teeth was a distinct kind of cold snort. He didn't want that, but he didn't want her to be nice. Her teeth would touch him most vulnerable, telling him that it wasn't all one slap.
Deng Shilang hissed in pain as he was scratched. "Revenge me."
He knew that it would hurt to take a shower like this, but he still didn't let her go. After the pain came pleasure. He wanted to feel her wet and flexible tongue in her warm mouth. Then she sucked skillfully, rotating her tongue and pressing her upper jaw against his penis, making a wet friction sound from time to time, which made him rub the top of her head with pleasure.
Yao Ling's face was covered with his messed-up hair, obscuring her brows and eyes buried in his crotch. She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, because the sight of him losing control under her mouth was making her wet even more. She wanted it more and more, her eyes misty, and she unconsciously slowed down, deliberately teasing him.
Deng Shilang gritted his teeth and frowned, saying, "Forget it, let's stop here, otherwise I'll fuck your mouth off in a minute."
She thought he was joking, flirting with her with the words he was after, her breath slowly falling on his testicles, with an unconvinced look on her face, still holding it in. But he wasn't joking. To stop her from being so indecisive, he slipped his hand around the back of her neck, lifting her long, smooth hair that had been draped over her back, holding it and pulling her deeper into his mouth. He also gently thrust in twice, blocking her entire mouth and then coming out again, both times almost reaching her throat, causing her to quickly step back, blushing and looking up.
He panted slightly, seeing her upturned face, and reached out to wipe the sticky fluid from the corners of her mouth. The sensation of rising was like an arrow on a bowstring, and he forced her to swallow deeply, causing her cheeks to swell and choke, making her eyes wet. As she did this, she even coughed, her teeth gnashing in accusation. She reached out to grab and knead his testicles, stimulating the nerves in his spine, and he immediately pulled out and ejaculated.
"Why didn't you listen to what I said just now?" Deng Shilang didn't care about the pain left below after the pleasure, and lifted her face. Fortunately, she was unharmed.
Yao Ling regained her composure after being blown by the wind. "You'll feel pain too, so it's a draw."
Unfortunately, a passerby was walking his dog along the path. Quick-witted, Deng Shilang carried her horizontally behind a tree stump, and while hiding, he realized her body was restless, having not yet released her sexual desire. He wouldn't penetrate her. Since not kissing was her principle, using a condom was also his.
He pulled her panties down to her ankles, lifted one of her legs with one hand, and with the other, bent his knuckles to scrape her clitoris, then gently patted it, the secretion dripping down his fingertips. He inserted a finger into her soaking wet clitoris, stirring up more and more honey, while pressing her clitoris, the pressure just enough to give her a sharp sensation that rushed straight to her brain.
The passerby, noticing the puppy's tendency to crouch on the stone path, immediately pulled its leash and led it to the bushes. They were some distance away from the tree stump, but still in the same patch of grass. Yao Ling, pinned against the stump, occasionally heard the sounds of the people and the puppy. Her body felt even more numb, and the stimulation numbed her whole body. She began biting her lip again.
"Don't bite yourself." Deng Shilang lowered his voice and asked her to lie on his shoulder. Sure enough, she bit his shoulder.
After the puppy defecated, it sniffed and brought its owner over to them. Deng Shilang's fingers rubbed back and forth inside her vagina, rubbing the inner wall, which was soft. The harder he bit on her shoulder, the more she felt.
Just as the man and the dog were about to reach the tree stump, the owner suddenly stopped and gently told the dog not to go into the dark. Yao Ling's heart wasn't pounding, but she felt a physical stimulation from the atmosphere. Furthermore, Deng Shilang's arousal had caused her sphincter to react strongly. She hooked her arm around his neck, breathing faster, her legs trembling, and the accumulated orgasm washed over her, leaving her wet all over the grass.
After the man and the dog left, Yao Ling put on her clothes. Deng Shilang received a call from Steven and went to pick her up. He didn't send her back like he used to. She didn't need him to do that now that she was in this place.
The two parted ways at a fork in the trail.
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