Chapter 439: The Porch Was Fine
"We could stay."
Chenghai looked at me for several seconds after I answered.
His hand remained beneath the shirt he had given me, spread across my back while he held himself above me. The last of the sunlight had disappeared from the field, but the open side of the porch still caught enough light from the sky for me to see his face.
He didn’t ask whether I was sure.
Instead, he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me until the porch, the farmhouse, and the drive home stopped mattering.
Chenghai’s weight settled carefully between my legs. He was too large to cover me without making me feel trapped beneath him, but that wasn’t what happened. One arm stayed beneath my back, keeping me away from the harder boards under the blankets, while his other hand moved slowly up my side.
The shirt lifted with it.
His palm passed over my ribs and stopped beneath my breast. He waited there for half a second, watching my face, then closed his hand around me when I pulled him closer.
My breath caught against his mouth.
Chenghai kissed along my jaw while his thumb moved over my nipple. His touch wasn’t as careful as Zhenlan’s had been beneath the tree. There was nothing slow about the way his hand learned the weight of me or the way his mouth found the side of my neck.
He had spent the entire date lifting me, holding me, washing mud from my skin, and keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
Apparently, he planned to continue.
I slid both hands over his shoulders and down his back. The muscles shifted beneath my palms when he lifted the shirt higher, exposing my stomach and chest to the evening air.
The field had cooled, but Chenghai’s body kept most of it away.
He sat back long enough to pull the shirt over my head. It landed somewhere near the cooler, leaving me in the wet tank top and shorts I had worn into the creek.
The tank top had dried against me, but the fabric still clung enough that Chenghai looked at it like it had personally annoyed him.
He hooked both hands beneath the bottom edge and pulled it off.
"That was mine," I reminded him.
"It was dirty."
"So are you."
"And I’m going to make you even dirtier."
Sigh, yet another guy with a weird kink... but what could I do? I didn’t hate it, but the man was obsessed with getting me dirty.
His mouth returned to my chest before I could say anything else.
The rough brush of his jaw moved across my skin as he kissed lower. When his lips closed around one nipple, I grabbed the blanket beneath me and forgot why I had been arguing.
Chenghai’s hand covered my other breast. He squeezed firmly enough to make me arch toward him, then changed the pressure when he felt my reaction.
There was no guessing in the way he touched me.
He paid attention, adjusted, and did it again.
I moved one leg higher around his hip. Chenghai’s hand left my chest and slid along the inside of my thigh, following it until his fingers reached the edge of my shorts.
The fabric was still damp near the waistband.
He pulled it away from my skin and frowned.
"You’re the one who threw me into a creek," I said.
Chenghai lifted his head. "You pushed me first."
"You deserved it."
He kissed the centre of my chest, then moved lower over my stomach. "Probably."
That was enough of an apology.
His fingers opened the button of my shorts. He dragged the zipper down slowly, then pushed the fabric over my hips while his mouth followed the newly exposed skin.
I lifted myself to help him.
Chenghai pulled the shorts down my legs, taking my underwear with them. He was careful when the wet fabric passed over my calf, but once everything was off, his hand closed around my ankle and lifted my leg.
His mouth touched the inside of it.
The kiss moved higher.
He followed the sore muscle in my calf, passed the old bite without touching it, then continued along the inside of my knee. By the time he reached my thigh, I was already pulling at his shoulders.
Chenghai ignored me.
He opened my legs and settled between them.
I stared down at him. "You’re very comfortable down there."
His hand slid beneath my thigh and lifted it over his shoulder.
Then his mouth touched me.
My head dropped back against the cushions.
The first pass of his tongue was broad and slow, dragging through the heat he had already built inside me. Before I recovered, he did it again, adding more pressure when my hips moved toward him.
Chenghai held me open with both hands.
There was no careful testing now. He had watched Zhenlan hold me that morning, watched me move through the kitchen, and spent the entire date learning which touches made me stop talking.
He used all of it.
His tongue moved over me while his fingers pressed into my thighs. When I tried to shift beneath him, his grip tightened and kept me exactly where I was.
I grabbed his hair.
Chenghai made a low sound against me that sent another rush of heat through my body.
I pulled harder.
He didn’t slow down.
The porch creaked beneath us whenever my hips lifted from the blankets. Crickets filled the field, and something moved through the grass beyond the track, but none of it came close enough to matter.
Chenghai’s mouth did.
His tongue circled the place that made my legs tighten around his shoulders. He stayed there until my breathing broke, then moved away just enough to drag the feeling out.
"That’s rude," I managed.
His eyes lifted to mine.
He did it again.
Asshole.
I tightened my grip in his hair and tried to pull him back where I wanted him. Chenghai let me guide him for half a second before taking over again.
One of his hands left my thigh.
His fingers moved between my legs, spreading the wetness his mouth had left behind before one pressed slowly inside me.
My body tightened around it.
Chenghai watched my face while he added another.
The stretch made me lift my hips, but his mouth returned before I could adjust. His tongue pressed against me as his fingers began moving, slow and deep enough that every curl dragged another sound from my throat.
I stopped trying to stay quiet.
There was no one close enough to hear except Chenghai, and judging by the way his hand moved faster, he liked every sound I made.
The heat inside me tightened until my legs began shaking around him. I felt the release coming and tried to pull him closer.
Chenghai’s arm came across my hips.
He held me against the blankets while his mouth and fingers kept the same steady rhythm.
My body broke around him.
I covered my mouth with one hand, but Chenghai caught my wrist and pulled it away. He wanted to hear me, and there was no pretending otherwise.
The release went through me in hard waves. Chenghai stayed between my legs until the last one faded, his tongue slowing only when my grip in his hair finally loosened.
I lay there trying to breathe.
Chenghai kissed the inside of my thigh before lifting his head.
His face remained calm.
That was insulting.
I reached for him, caught the back of his neck, and pulled him over me.
He came willingly, one hand planted beside my head while I kissed the taste of myself from his mouth.
His body pressed between my legs.
The hard length beneath his wet pants rubbed against me, thick enough that my body reacted before I decided what to do next.
Chenghai felt it.
His hips moved once.
I opened my legs farther.
The calm look finally left his face.
His hand closed around my thigh as he stared down at where our bodies met through the fabric.
Then he reached for the button of his pants.