My Genuine Lover
Jinghua-
Meihua says, “Again, Jinghua.” There’s no need for her to say more, as her words are exactly what I hoped to hear.
We are intertwined, connected on a deep level. Just like me, I can feel her consumed by our intense sexual passion.
I separate her thighs, revealing the tender pink petals, and slip my fingers into her. My fingers are enveloped by the soft, smooth texture and warmth, while my skin gets coated in slippery wetness.
With a slow motion, I curl my fingers up and tap the small hidden nub inside her. Her hips, with feminine curves, sway gently against my open hand, enticing my fingers to venture deeper within her. The room fills with the music of her passionate moans, growing louder with each movement, as her desire becomes intoxicating. I can feel her intimate area tightening around my fingers as I thrust into her igniting her cravings even more. Her half-closed eyes reveal an escalating longing, while her newly awakened body yearns for more.
I am encouraged by her passionate reaction; I quicken my pace, my long fingers sliding in and out of her, matching the cadence of her breathless sounds. The unmistakable scent of her desire fills the small room, intensifying my craving. I give in to temptation and use my mouth to explore her body. My tongue descending her smooth flat navel and my anticipation builds as I take in the beauty of her blooming flower, and eagerly exploring her pleasure zone with my tongue, lapping up and savoring the intimate taste of her with repetitive tapping strokes against her pink pearl as my fingers move faster with eagerness, fueled by my desire.
She is overcome with pleasure and experiences pure bliss as her slender yet curvy body trembles, releasing a deep guttural moan. “Jinghua…” she moans in ecstasy as she climaxes, and her arousal has an aphrodisiac effect on me. I trace my lips over her body, savoring the tanginess of her skin. Her shoulder bears the mark of an old burn, which I explore with my tongue, making me grow harder against her leg. As she turns towards me, her gaze, brimming with desire, locks onto mine.
Her kisses are full of sweetness.
Our lips meet hungrily, igniting a fierce passion. I am left powerless as she moves slowly on top of me, her slender backside facing me, eliciting groans of anticipation despite my efforts to keep her from pushing away. She remains seated on me, her smooth, shiny, waist-length hair softly touching my skin, her strong, curved buttocks against my abdomen. She glances back, casting a seductive glance over her shoulder. With intense focus, she watches my face, noting every expression of arousal and hunger as she strokes me with precise control, causing my shaft to twitch in her hand.
I realize I need to be gentler when approaching her. Even though it hasn’t been long since she lost her virginity, she has sparked a primal desire in me. It’s hard to hold back, being the first person to see her naked and taste her intimate essence. I am the sole person who lied between her milky thighs, burrowed myself and released my seed inside her. All these circumstances making it impossible to take her slow and carefully. She intensifies my arousal with her provocative actions of kneeling before me and teasing me, making it even harder for me to be tender.
I hold her firmly, my fingers digging into her delicate skin. Her name escapes my lips in a low groan as I bring her down onto me with force. She gasps and hisses in pain, but her determination doesn’t waver. With her hands braced against my thighs, she moves and grinds against me, tantalizing and rubbing, the softness of her womanhood brushing against my throbbing desire. My hips lift off the bed as I thrust deeply into her, causing her to groan with pleasure. Her jet black hair flows down her back, brushing against my thighs. With growing intensity, she presses herself into me, grinding against me, stimulating her swollen bud to heighten her pleasure. Her whimpers escalate into cries and then groans, her breathing hitching in her throat.
Her nails dig into my thighs as she moves frantically. With one hand, I grip her hip and use the other to pull her hair, tilting her head back. She leans back into me, her hands gripping my thighs as she rides me. The wet squishing sounds of our intimate places meeting are delicious to my ears and enough to drive me insane with lust. I can’t get enough as I guide her body back and forth, feeling my honey covered cock slipping in and out of her.
Her breath becomes jagged and broken. I wrap her hair around my wrist, giving it a gentle tug. She lets out a cry, her husky voice filled with bliss as her inner space embraces my manhood. Her thighs quiver then become tense, muscles contracting, gripping me tightly. I respond with forceful upward thrusts, penetrating deeper, causing her groans to grow louder. As I sit up behind her, I seize her breasts with one hand, tugging and pinching her hardened nipples and pull a handful of her hair with the other, heightening our connection. The sexual intensity builds as her juicy, inviting private space tightens around me, creating an incredible sensation.
Together, we reach our climax, our fresh juices dampening my thighs.
“Jinghua, oh Jinghua.” She leans heavily against me, her heart pounding in sync with mine, as she catches her breath. I gently nuzzle into her neck, feeling her shiver when I continue to caress her breasts and teasing her erect nipples. As she climbs onto the bed next to me, we lock eyes in a comfortable silence, the sound of the rain outside being the only accompaniment to our breathing. We find quiet solace in each other’s presence. With her hand on my head, she strokes my hair while I suckle her breasts and berry-like nipples, alternating between them, my arms embracing her waist. In this state of vulnerability, naked and exhausted, the air is filled with the lingering scent of our intimacy. And although I should be satisfied, a deep desire rises within me – I yearn to make love to her again.
I am insatiable, craving her body once again. My hands glide up and down her torso, tracing her feminine contours and caressing every dip. Her skin, so baby soft and warm, feels absolutely incredible. She leans in. Her body softens as if melting under my touch, and a blissful sigh escaping her lips. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I plant kisses along her jawline, my lips exploring the path down her neck and across the enticing curved plunge of her collarbone.
The faint whimpering sounds she makes only fuel my desire, and my hands venture lower, further exploring her exquisite form. I cup her perky breasts, gently kneading and groping the supple flesh. An airy gasp escapes her, her body arching into my touch, as her nipples respond eagerly to my fingertips.
I gently stimulate her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching, this eliciting a moan from her. However, instead of remaining still, she places her hand on my chest and kisses, nibbles, and bites her way down my abdomen without breaking our eye contact. Her fingers glide through my pubic hair before reaching my partially erect shaft, which she then takes into her warm mouth. She tenderly licks the tip repeatedly before gradually engulfing more of me. With her swirling and lapping tongue, she stimulates me, while her hand pumps the base and cups my testicles.
The pleasure is so intense that I cannot help but let out moans. “Meihua…” I groan, placing my palm on the top of her head and guiding her as she moves up and down on my cock, savoring every second of this moment. My other hand clutches the sheets, causing my knuckles to turn white. “Just like that,” I gasp, overcome by a primal desire, watching myself disappear into her sweet mouth. My body is engulfed in a fiery sensation, and I can feel the pressure building in the pit of my stomach as my cum-filled balls retract into my body. I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer, especially with her ministrations.
As pleasurable as her mouth feels, I need to release inside her and fill her until she’s overflowing with my essence once again.
With a sigh, I lift her off and place her on my lap. My excitement spikes noticeably as I feel the wetness of her arousal against my throbbing member. Her slickness coats me as she glides along my shaft, her breath becoming increasingly rapid. My eyes meet her craving gaze and the way she bites her lip, displaying her desire. Her flushed skin shimmers with perspiration, her jet black tousled hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, and her pouty lips are swollen from our passionate kisses. With a gentle urging, she lowers herself onto me, enveloping me in her hot, snug, feminine embrace. Her lower treasure contracts around me, evoking a deep moan from my lips. She moves, swaying at a languid pace, as if teasing herself as well as me, straddling me, her hips slowly rocking rhythmically, pressing her delicate pearl against my pelvic bone. The sounds of pure pleasure escaping her lips send me into a frenzy.
She leans forward, her body pressing against mine, as I feel the warmth of her skin against my chest. However, I have a different desire in mind. Gently lifting her off of me, I hear a disappointed groan escape her lips. Guiding her to position herself on all fours, she looks back at me with anticipation in her dark eyes. Her breaths are uneven, betraying her needy excitement. I tease her by sliding the swollen tip of my shaft against the length of her slit, her tight, pink entrance, parting her swollen folds. The sensation brings her to the point of begging. “Jinghua, please!” she pleads.
“You want me?” I growl in a gruff voice that sounds more animalistic than human.
“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes pleading. “Please make me feel good again.”
I grasp her hips firmly and enter her with a gentle thrust, fully satisfying her. Her body trembles, her inner muscles tightening around me. “You feel incredible. Too damn good.” I moan, withdrawing before thrusting back in, savoring the moment. I want this to last, but she’s making it impossible, moaning and groaning my name as her hands grip the sheets. “Give me more,” she pleads urgently. “Go deeper. Harder. Hurt me a little. The pain feels good. Don’t stop.”
“Is this what you need?” I growl and she whelps from the pain when I slam into her with all my might, then moans my name as another gush of her nectar wets my thighs. I increase my pace, thrusting deeper, harder and faster into her. The resounding noise of our bodies colliding fills the room. Her moans and groans grow louder, and her breathing becomes erratic gasps. Trembling, she arches her back, pushing her buttocks closer to meet my movements.
My hands explore her body, caressing her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and reaching around to rub her sensitive pink button. She cries out as I feel her orgasm approaching, but I withdraw my hand from her sensitive spot to delay and prolong her pleasure. However, she has reached the point of no return. Her hand takes the place of mine and she rubs herself, reveling in every pounding thrust. Her breaths become short and shallow, her body trembles, and her muscles clench around me.
She moans and passionately calls out my name, begging for more. “Jinghua.. don’t stop.”
“Come for me,” I growled, pumping, thrusting deep inside her. “Come, Meihua.” Her body tensed, and she let out a cry as her inner muscles tightened around my shaft, milking, drawing out every drop of my essence.
I lay down on her gentle back, holding her firmly on the bed. The delicate touch of her hair brushing against my nose, along with her captivating scent, surrounded me. We stayed intertwined like this for some time, her warm and smooth body beneath me. I then moved away from her back, and she embraced me, running her fingers through my hair while I caressed her breasts and sucking her nipples, moving from one to the other in a tranquil silence.
I am aware that she has to depart. We cannot linger here indefinitely. The world will persist, the sun will rise, and the Grand Princess will soon expect her to return. Nonetheless, I want to relish every remaining second. “How are you feeling?” I inquire, my lips softly grazing against her shoulder. “Sore but incredible,” she replies, her voice deep and husky. I chuckle, planting a kiss on her shoulder. “So, does this mean we will have another encounter before you depart?” I ask. “Only if you promise to be gentle. Everything is a little tender.” She teases, flashing a flirtatious smile. “I don’t want you to be in pain. There’s always next time,” I reply, kissing her neck. We laugh together. The sound of her laughter is infectious and fills me with happiness, but the rain has stopped and the sunlight seeps through the curtains, illuminating her form.
I have to let her go. There’s no doubt that the weather will clear up. After all, I had the most incredible night of my life and when she leaves, Meihua places a gift in the pocket of my coat – a beautifully handmade fragrance pouch with exquisite embroidering and it smells like her. It smells of peach blossoms.
We share parting embraces, and tender kisses in the privacy of the little room before going separate ways. It’s the strangest feeling when I put her in a sedan, her long hair and cloak billowing in the wind when she steps up and disappears behind the closed door. I watch the carriage until it vanishes in the distance and I ponder how could I take her away. How can I make her my genuine lover?
And for the first time in my life, I covet the same person as my twin brother.