Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting was already lying on the big silver-gray bed, his hair still wet.

A set of navy blue house clothes was loosely wrapped around him, two buttons on the neckline were not buttoned, and a financial magazine in his hand, without turning a page for half an hour.

Su Xiangwan quietly raised his eyes and glanced at him, his earlobes slightly red.

Pretending not to see him, she walked to the dressing table and began to gently wipe her hair.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that I could clearly hear each other's breathing and my own heartbeat.

Mu Beiting's gaze fell on her back, and he looked at her quietly.

She wore a set of pink long-sleeved home clothes with pure cotton texture and simple style.

There is a white rabbit on the left and right pockets, and there is a circle of minimalist white lace on the cuffs.

After wiping her hair, she began to fiddle with the bottles and cans, wiping her face slowly, not daring to look back at him.

I don't know how long it took, a deep voice sounded: "How long do you plan to wipe."

Su Xiangwan's hand stiffened.

She has opened the bottle in her hand for the third time.

Su Xiangwan slowly turned around and looked at him, a little cramped, with his toes curled slightly.

Mu Beiting's eyes darkened a bit, and he narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "Come here."

Su Xiangwan's heart raised his throat, glanced at him, then dropped his eyes, struggling for a while, and finally moved slowly over.

Mu Beiting did not urge her.

But she walked slower and slower. When he walked a few steps to the bed, he stretched out his long arm and squeezed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

She exclaimed.

Before she could react, he turned over and pressed her under him: "If you don't call you, do you plan to delay it for one night, huh?"

"No...no..." she stammered.

He chuckled, lowered his head and covered her lips again, and his big hands slipped into her skirts skillfully.

Su Xiangwan's breathing became heavy, and he held his big hand: "Mu... Mu Beiting..."

He moved slightly, his eyes were dark, he looked at her silently.

"Lamp..." Her eyelashes quivered, and there was a red tide on her cheeks.

His face eased a bit, took the remote control to turn off the light, and then threw it aside impatiently.

The room became dark in an instant, and she could smell the clean and fresh scent of the sheets, as well as the clearness that he was familiar with.

The next moment, the lips softened.

He bit her lips unceremoniously, his tongue circling between his lips and teeth, and he kissed and sucked slowly.

When it was enough to play, it turned to a light bite.

Her gasping was heavy, and her arm clung to his neck involuntarily.

His eyes became darker and darker, he opened his teeth, held her tongue in his mouth, felt the wet softness, and forced her to stir with him.

The big hand slipped into her skirt, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes trembled lightly without making a sound.

The hot big hand slid up inch by inch, across the flat belly...

The big hand with thin calluses slid across the delicate skin, with the piercing current, she breathed hard, and her throat became tight.

She trembled lightly, and a soft voice overflowed from the corners of her lips.

He swallowed all the voices in his mouth, unbuttoning the buttons of her coat one by one.

Su Xiangwan subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it, his big hand pierced between her fingers, ten fingers clasped, and raised above his head, giving her no chance to cover it up.

In the darkness, Su Xiangwan could feel his eyes fall on his chest.

The whole body was burning, she trembled and said, "Don't look."

He chuckled, lowered his head, and pressed tight kisses on her neck, collarbone, and downwards.