Chapter 120: Silent Land of the Living Dead (9)
Perhaps it was because of the immense pressure, Ji Ning had a vague, hazy wet dream in her sleep, dreaming of someone groping her body wantonly.
Slightly calloused fingertips brushed over tender skin, trailing downward with clear intent, sweeping across soft and sensitive breast flesh. Just a couple of grazes over the smooth peak was enough to make her nipple stand up.
The sensations in her sleep were soul-deep in their intensity, yet carried a hazy, dreamy romance that was utterly comfortable and deeply memorable.
Ji Ning twisted her waist slightly and let out a soft, shallow moan, aching for more soothing.
Those exceptionally skilled large hands covered her breasts, kneading with a teasing, feather-light touch that made her body tremble faintly in pleasure, heat building within her.
Ji Ning unconsciously rubbed her long, slender legs together, a trace of dampness making her lower body feel achingly empty and itchy.
Since the hand was controlled by her thoughts, it knew exactly where she needed to be touched. It soon glided lightly past her waist and lower belly, slipping into her panties.
Nimble fingertips gathered a bit of slickness at the entrance, spreading it in circles over the sensitive, slightly swollen lips of her sex, stirring wave after wave of pleasure. A tingling, numbing sensation spread subtly through her body, so comfortable it left her whole body feeling sore and heavy with need.
Not enough... still not enough...
Ji Ning spread her legs wider, allowing the imaginary fingers to move faster, pressing and rubbing firmly against her itchy lips and the sensitive pearl hidden within.
Her legs were open, her hips lifting. She was ready for climax.
One finger became three, stroking back and forth over her lower lips several times before, coated in her juices, they arrived at the source of a woman's pleasure. They pressed accurately onto the soft hood enveloping her sensitive pearl and began to grind slowly.
The shape of those fingers was too enticing, their temperature perfectly warm. Every press and rub sent intense waves of pleasure straight to the crown of her head, so good that her entrance couldn't stop dripping with arousal.
Ji Ning's closed eyes fluttered faintly. She didn't know if her moans in the dream would burst out of the dreamscape, making her physical body shudder and cry out too.
But very quickly, she had no time to think, because the fingers were rubbing faster and faster.
One circle... two circles... the movement grew more and more relentless, too fast for her to count the rhythm, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.
That place felt hot, so hot it was swelling, so hot it was trembling in bursts, clouding her consciousness.
The hand didn't slow down; it forged relentlessly onward, tirelessly serving her aching pearl as if it would never tire.
Juices seemed to overflow from some unknown source, coating her inner lips entirely. The fingers spread it over her engorged pearl, adding an indescribably silky-smooth layer of pleasure.
Her climax hit like a floodgate bursting, like a volcanic eruption. Wave after wave of electric pleasure swept through her entire body, making that spot convulse, then flooding every limb until even her back was seized by uncontrollable spasms.
"Ah..." A melodic moan spilled from her lips, entering her ears and jolting her awake.
Ji Ning opened her eyes, only then realizing it had all been real.
In the dim yellow light, Xing Ye's impossibly handsome face was gazing tenderly at her flushed cheeks. His hand was still inside her panties, gently stroking the soft flesh of her lips as they quivered through the aftershocks of her climax.
So lewd... so embarrassing... Ji Ning clamped her legs together, yanked Xing Ye's collar down, and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
Xing Ye smoothly wrapped his arm around her and lay down beside her. He pulled his hand out of her panties and held it up to the light to look.
Against the light, his fingers were glistening, completely coated in her slick.
He brought them to his mouth and tasted them with an obsessive reverence. It was the flavor he yearned for day and night.
Ji Ning was so flustered and embarrassed she grabbed his hand and hugged it to her chest. "Brother Xing Ye...!"
But the voice of a rabbit that cries out is also soft. Far from having any deterrent effect, it only made Xing Ye's ears itch with desire. He flipped over, trapping her beneath him, pressing down on her completely, and kissed her aggressively on her fragile, sensitive neck.
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