Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 45 Golden Cage (2)

“Afraid to wake you up, Rosh took early classes in the courtyard. I thought I'd finally be able to calm down. I didn't want to see you sleep, but I started * * again. Ghosts lay God down beside you again. You're right, Rosh is really looking for an excuse to get close to you.” He opened his eyes and finally looked me in the eye, and guilt and desire were intricately intertwined, "would you dislike Rosh's blasphemy? ”

I laugh, alas, how could a man like that not love him? For his own impulses, he can only quench his desires with the reading of scripture. Without external persecution, I believe he can remain virginal until death. However, precisely because his whole mind was devoted to the propagation of Buddha law, until 35 years ago, his heart was still so pure, for more than 20 years, it remained unchanged. How could a man so pure as the blue sky be found in the 21st century?

I can only guide him if he wants to enjoy the union of spirit and flesh. Though I only have theoretical knowledge, it's at least from the 21st century, and it's better than him. Think of yourself and him as a little bit alike. Since I was a kid, I've been willing to read a million volumes of books, but I've never been in love. I haven't even seen the 18 forbidden books and ultimatums, because my mind is filled with ideals and I don't have time to think about anything else. In the 21st century, I was a different kind of person.

Think back carefully and gently say: "Sex is not horrible, nor is it filthy. Men's and women's bodies are made in heaven, and sex is a natural beauty, the best thing in the world. You have desire for me, not blasphemy, but love for me.” I paused, still half-backed to face him, looking carefully at that pure face I could never see enough, and asking softly: "Do you love me, Rosh? ”

He opened his mouth, his throat knotted up and down, tried not to say anything, even his neck root was red.

I covered him and shook his head: “Don't say it, I already know the answer. ”

“Sexuality is not unilateral. Two people who love each other will desire each other.” My finger depicts brushing his long and thick eyebrows, from the deep orbit, down to the tall nose beam, and finally resting on the lips of the slight chestnut, “I love you, so I am eager to touch you, I also had unspeakable spring dreams, I have a desire for you...”

My voice was very seductive and I smiled and kissed him with a low head. The moisture on his lips was soothing, and he hummed slightly, opening his lips to let me slip in and tangle with me. The stars opened their eyes and blinked their eyelashes, hoping for waves in the water. Put your hands on my back and stick me to him.

I suddenly left his lips and saw a glimmer of loss in his eyes and couldn't help laughing. Put his hand on my face and gently but firmly tell him, "With your instincts, obey your wishes. At this moment, forget everything else, you're just a man. And I'm your woman, and I won't refuse to do anything you want. ”

“Ai Qing...”

He sighed, hesitating, guilt completely gone, and turned over to me. The burning flame burned from the bottom of my eyes, and my hot lips fell on my nose, then kissed my lips and wrapped around me. One hand, already on the buckle on my left side, I didn't know how to unbuckle it and pulled it several times without success.

He left my lips and looked carefully at the construction of the buckle. The angry expression on his face was a little childish, as he had seen more than 20 years ago. I couldn't help but laugh. The warmth soared from my belly to my body.

Finally, after the buckle, unwrap the belt together, pull the collar and gently fade to the left and right. It was cold in my chest and it seemed like it was coming from somewhere, but I couldn't cool my body. I gasped slightly, my face was sweating, but I didn't want to hide. I wanted to know how he looked at my body.

He was like a great treasure to Jean, but he feared a slight loss. I was wearing a BRA, and he blinked, not knowing how to untie it, and searched my sides embarrassingly. I flipped over, and he saw where the machine was, but he couldn't help but deal with the buckle on his coat. I tried several times without success, looked up and looked at me for help.

I smiled on my face, but my hands trembled a little, and the sweat of my hands became wet. Seeing his gaze staring closely, he was so embarrassed that he tried to protect him with his hands, but he gently opened him up and caressed him with a chestnut in his hand, then kissed my other chest: “Aiqing, you are so beautiful...”

A slightly hoarse soft voice led his body to tremble, his hands gently rubbing against me, kissing from chest to chest, neck to ear. I was shocked when he had earlobes and was anxious to avoid them.

“What's the matter?” He raised his head and his emotional shallow grey eyes flashed with concern.

“Nothing. It's just...” I'm embarrassed to stutter, "it's just... I'm sensitive here, and I feel numb when someone breathes in my ear...” This is the first time I've ever told anyone about my weaknesses.

He chuckled and laughed happily. He suddenly changed his skinny tone, which he had never seen before. Even his tone became less than normal and steady: “Well... Rosh is going to do the first bad thing in his life...”

It didn't feel good, tried to avoid it, but was caught by his hands, blowing into my ear, hiding, a suffocation dripping from the spine like ice water, rapidly passing underneath, itchy to death. I couldn't breathe and begged for mercy. He finally stopped teasing me, staring at me with laughter and tenderness like water.

I stretched my hand around his neck and said, “It's not fair, you've seen me all...” My eyes wandered around him, "I came to talk about equality between men and women, so... I want to see you too...”

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes deep as the ocean, and my reflection was the boat. Turning half to me, nodded slowly: "Okay...”

He sat undressed, his eyes never left me, and a room of sunshine poured through his barley skin, lean lines and no flesh. Eyes followed, sighing: "Rosh, your body is beautiful too...”

He drowned his eyes, pushing himself over his body, and shyness was even more moving in the red light. Nearly middle-aged, he was like a teenager. Seeing him in law, he was so impressed, I can't believe he looked so shy. Once again, my heart is pouring with gratitude, and God has given me such a beautiful man.

“No... don't hide...” I called softly, pulling his arm, "Let me see all of you...”

“Aiqing...” His eyes are still hiding, trying to cover up, “Rosh is ugly now...”

“Do you like my body? ”

He finally turned his head and looked down from his face, carefully measuring me, shy of his head: “I like it...”

I laughed happily, my hands slid over his luminous back, feeling a little tight under me, “I like your body too, it's beautiful... so don't be afraid to be seen, that's how you love me...”

He bit his lips and the corners of his mouth gradually overflowed, letting go of his smile. Turning to face me, I still blush, but firmly present myself in its entirety. Such beautiful skin, such a beautiful smile, so beautiful for everything that blooms for me...

We touched each other blushing. A wave of palpitations swung over the tip of your heart as your hands grew greasy. He entered slowly under my guidance, and the feeling of being filled made me grunt. He stopped and asked me with his eyes.

“I'm fine...” Think about it or say it. Explain red-handedly. "It's a joy I've never had before...”

He smiled contentedly, lowered his head and kissed me, breathing in my ear: “Me too...”

Time no longer makes sense. What are hours, minutes, seconds? Only a deeper scale than time remains between the heavens and the earth. I'm no longer independent, there's a man, real with me. I wept when I saw him gasping and pouring hot sweat beads, and when I climbed to the top, I couldn't help but burst into surprise moans, shaking my soul.

“What's the matter?” He stood up, still gasping, tearing at me in panic, "Does it hurt you? It's my fault...”

“No, don't leave, that's it...” I wrapped my hands and feet around him like a viable rope that tied us together and swallowed in his ear, “It's not pain, it's happiness...”

“Not sad, not painful, just happy.” I cry and say out loud what I think, "Very happy, very happy, never experienced happiness. We are now closely connected, and we are one. I like this feeling...”

“Ai Qing...” he sighed and kissed me like crazy. Sweat sticks to my face, lips, and slides down his tongue into my mouth. The salty smell lingered at the tip of my tongue, and I smelled the earthy floral scent in the courtyard, like the sea air I smelled when I was a kid. I was kissed dizzy and seemed to have a pair of running wings, soaring in the blue sky, cheering and flying towards the sun.

I was wondering, is moth fire, at the moment of burning out of life, the ultimate joy of running away?