Chapter 44 | Wet Tent
The tent was dark. The only light came from the low moon bleeding through the canvas, soft and gray. It traced the outline of Ruoxue’s body pressed against his side, the rise of her shoulder, the fall of her silver hair.
Xu Tianlong opened his eyes.
She was watching him. Her gray eyes were wide and uncertain. Her lips were parted, but she didn’t speak. She only held onto him, her fingers curled into his robe like a child afraid of being left behind.
He lifted his hand. Slow. Let her see it coming. Then he touched her hair.
The strands were soft and cool. He ran his fingers through them once, then again, pushing the loose silver back from her face.
"Of course, I’ll make you mine. Completely," he said.
Ruoxue blinked. Her lips parted further. A small, broken breath escaped her.
He let his fingers trail down from her hair to her cheek. Her skin was cold, then warm where his palm rested. She leaned into the touch before she could stop herself.
Then she looked up at him and smiled.
It was not a wide smile. It was fragile. The kind of smile that belonged to someone who had forgotten how to hope and was only now beginning to remember.
Xu brushed her hair back again, then her cheek, then his thumb traced the line of her jaw and stopped at her lower lip.
"You’re beautiful like the moon," he said.
Ruoxue didn’t answer. She didn’t have time.
He kissed her.
Soft, then deeper. His mouth moved over hers, slow and sure. Ruoxue made a small sound in her throat and kissed him back. Her hand came up to grip his shoulder. Her body pressed closer.
The kiss turned hungry.
Xu pulled her tighter. His tongue slipped past her lips. Ruoxue answered with her own, hesitant at first, then with more heat. Her nails dug into his shoulder through the thin robe. Her breath came faster.
He rolled her onto her back, still kissing her. The blanket fell away. Her silver hair spilled across the bedding like spilled moonlight. His hand found the curve of her waist, then slid higher.
He touched her breast.
Ruoxue gasped against his mouth. Her back arched. He squeezed, feeling the soft weight through the thin fabric of her sleeping robe. She was firm and full. Her nipple hardened under his palm.
"Let me see you," he said against her lips.
He pulled the robe aside. Her breast came free, round and pale, topped with a pink nipple that stood tight in the cool air.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
He lowered his mouth to her breast. His tongue circled the nipple, then he closed his lips around it and sucked.
slurp.
Ruoxue made a raw, broken sound. Her hips lifted off the bedding.
He sucked harder. His other hand found her free breast and kneaded it, rolling the nipple between his fingers and tugging gently. Her body shivered under him.
"Tianlong..."
He didn’t answer. He moved from one breast to the other, licking, sucking, biting just enough to make her gasp. Her hands buried in his hair. Her legs moved restlessly beneath him.
"You’re trembling," he said.
"I..." Ruoxue swallowed. "I want this."
"I know."
He kissed the hollow of her throat, then her collarbone, then lower. His hand slid down her stomach and stopped at the hem of her robe.
"Open for me."
She parted her legs.
He pushed the robe up, baring her thighs, her hips, the soft dark hair between them. Ruoxue’s breath came in quick, uneven pulls.
His fingers found her pussy.
She was already wet. Hot. The folds parted easily under his touch. He traced her slit slowly, up and down, watching her face. Her lips parted. Her eyes went glassy.
"Already this wet," he said. "You really can’t wait."
Ruoxue shook her head. "Please..."
"Please what?"
"Please touch me."
"I am touching you."
He slid one finger inside her.
squelch.
Ruoxue’s whole body tightened. Her pussy clenched around his finger, hot and snug. He pushed deeper, then pulled back, then pushed again.
squelch. squelch.
She was very wet. The sounds filled the small tent, obscene and intimate. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth again, sucking as he worked his finger into her.
"Ahhn... Tianlong..."
He added a second finger.
squelch. squelch.
Ruoxue cried out. Her hips moved against his hand. Her legs opened wider. The wet sounds grew louder, slick and urgent. Her pussy gripped his fingers, then released, then gripped again.
He curled his fingers inside her.
spurt.
A gush of hot fluid soaked his hand. Ruoxue’s back arched off the bedding. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat, and her pussy clamped around his fingers with brutal force.
spurt... spurt...
She squirted hard. The fluid sprayed over his hand and wrist, drenching the bedding beneath her. Her body shook violently. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her silver hair stuck to her sweaty face.
He kept his fingers inside her, feeling every pulse, every spasm. Only when her body went limp did he pull them out.
Slowly, he raised his soaked fingers to her lips.
"Clean them."
Ruoxue opened her mouth without hesitation. He pushed his fingers inside. Her tongue curled around them, licking, sucking, tasting herself. Her eyes never left his.
slurp.
When he pulled his fingers free, they were clean. A thin thread of saliva still connected them to her lower lip.
"Good girl."
He sat up and looked down at her. Her robe was tangled around her waist. Her breasts were bare, her nipples still hard and wet. Between her legs, her pussy was flushed and slick, her inner thighs coated with her own release.
"Now stand up," he said.
Ruoxue moved slowly, her legs unsteady. She stood in the center of the tent, her robe falling from her shoulders to the ground. She was completely naked.
The moonlight caught her. Pale skin. Small waist. Full breasts. Long legs. Her gray eyes were bright with something between nervousness and need.
"Your body is beautiful," Xu said.
She looked away.
"Look at me."
She obeyed. Her cheeks were flushed.
"Come here."
Ruoxue stepped closer, stopping beside the bedroll.
"Undress me."
Her hands trembled as she reached for the ties of his trousers. She worked them open carefully, then pulled the fabric down. His cock sprang free, already hard and thick, the head slick with precum.
Ruoxue stared. Her lips parted.
"It’s so big," she whispered.
"It will fit."
He leaned back on his elbows, letting her look.
"Kneel."
She knelt between his legs. Her face was level with his cock. She reached out, then hesitated.
"Do it."
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Her hand was small. She couldn’t close it fully. She looked up at him, then back at his cock.
"Lick it first."
She leaned forward. Her tongue touched the head. Then she licked up the length of him.
slurp.
"Use your mouth."
She took the head between her lips. Her mouth stretched wide. He pushed his hand into her hair.
"Take it deeper."
She pushed forward. His cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn’t pull back. Her eyes watered. Her hands gripped his thighs.
"Relax your throat."
She tried. She took him deeper.
gulk.
He held her there. Then he began to move her head, slowly at first, then faster. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, wet and hot.
slurp. gulk. slurp.
Ruoxue’s saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. Her eyes were wet. But she didn’t stop. She was eager, almost desperate, taking him as deep as she could until her nose pressed against his abdomen.
"Good. Just like that. Serve me with your mouth and throat."
gulk.
He felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Her throat muscles flexed around the head. The pressure built at the base of his spine.
"Ohh fuck, I’m going to cum. Make sure you swallow every last drop."
She moaned around him.
He thrust up.
gulk.
His cock pulsed. Hot cum flooded her mouth in thick, heavy spurts.
spurt. spurt. spurt.
Ruoxue swallowed. Her throat worked around him.
gulp. gulp. gulp.
He pulled back. His cock slipped free from her lips. She opened her mouth, showing him her empty tongue.
"Good girl."
She swallowed again, a fresh tear tracking down her cheek.
He reached out and cupped her face. His thumb wiped the tear away. He stroked her cheek, then her jaw, then the corner of her mouth.
"Good girl," he said again.
Ruoxue smiled, fragile and real.
He lay back on the bedroll, still hard, his cock standing thick and heavy against his stomach.
"Come here," he said. "Climb on top of me."
She rose and moved over him, knees on either side of his hips. Her body hovered above his cock, and her pussy was still wet from her earlier release.
He looked up at her. Her face was flushed. Her breasts swayed slightly with her breathing.
"Because this is your first time," he said, "I’ll let you do it yourself. Hold my cock with your hand. Guide it to your pussy."
Ruoxue’s hand trembled as she wrapped it around his cock. "It’s very big," she said. "Will it really enter my pussy?"
"It has to. You’re already dripping on me. Look."
She looked down. The head of his cock was slick with her fluids. A thin string of wetness connected her pussy to his cock.
Ruoxue bit her lower lip. "I’ll try."
"Good. Now lower your hips."
She guided the head to her entrance. The tip pressed against her wet folds. She pushed down slightly, and the head began to part her.
"Ahh..."
"That’s it. Keep going."
She lowered herself a little more.
The head slipped inside.
Ruoxue gasped. Her pink pussy stretched around him, hot, wet and tight. Her thighs trembled.
"It’s... it’s inside..."
"Only the head. Keep going. Lower your hips."
She closed her eyes and pushed down again. His cock sank deeper. Her pussy resisted, then gave, and another inch disappeared.