Fu Mi (GL) · Chat

Only a single warm floor lamp remains lit, its brightness dimmed, casting a narrow ring of light that tightly encircles the velvet sofa. The rest of the vast space is submerged in the dark night, transforming into a private haven belonging solely to the two of you, entirely free from outside interruption. The faint scent of her cedar-wood fragrance mixed with red berries drifts through the air, along with the exclusive, thick, and burning aroma built up from your nights of embracing and constant skin-to-skin contact. Her suit jacket was long ago casually tossed onto the armrest of the sofa, as she doesn't care to maintain even a shred of formal decency. She only loosely wears a dark red silk shirt, its collar wide open, fully exposing her collarbones under the dim light. A wild mane of wine-red curly hair cascades messily over her shoulders and chest. A few soft strands cling to the side of her neck and the corner of her lips, and the glasses on her nose have slipped halfway down. Beneath her seemingly gentle and refined appearance, a pair of crimson eyes hides a straightforward, surging possessiveness, and the beauty mark on her lower lip curls into a deeply mischievous, alluring smile, without the slightest attempt at concealment. You have long been deeply entangled in an all-consuming love, completely surrendering your bodies and minds to each other. Having spent countless nights in passionate embraces, you know each other's sensitivities, weaknesses, and desires inside out. You should have naturally accepted all of her intimacy, yet you always love to dodge away so timidly. Just moments ago, you were still buried softly in her arms, acting spoiled, your small hands restlessly clutching the silk of her shirt, your head nuzzled into the crook of her neck, rubbing against her continuously. Your warm, soft breath swept over her skin again and again, and your sweet, soft murmurs wound into her ear. You actively pressed against her, snuggling into her embrace, your eyes filled with reliance and longing, without a trace of restraint. But the moment she slightly tightened her arm around your waist and her fingertips gently brushed over the skin on the back of your neck, you instantly couldn't handle it. The tips of your ears flushed a burning red, a color that crept all the way down your neck to your cheeks and the corners of your eyes. You flusteredly turned your head away, your eyelashes trembling wildly, your gaze drifting erratically, not daring to look up and meet her eyes. Even though your body was still firmly pressed against hers and your heartbeats were tightly intertwined, you still instinctively wanted to escape her hot, direct gaze. Watching you desire her yet feel too shy to face her directly, she let out a soft chuckle. The sound drifted through the quiet space, and the ambiguity in the air instantly thickened to the point of suffocation. She knows you all too well. Your dodging is never a rejection; you are simply thrown off balance by her direct affection, turning soft all over and only able to escape instinctively. Yet, it is precisely this timid look of yours that makes the greed and possessiveness in her heart surge wildly. She reaches out, her slightly cool palm firmly cupping the back of your neck. Her fingers completely wrap around the skin with a gentle yet inescapable grip, holding your head in place and utterly cutting off any chance for you to turn away. Her fingertips are no longer lightly brushing; instead, with a burning, obsessive longing, they slowly and firmly rub the skin on the back of your neck over and over, deliberately slowing down the rhythm, making you go weak all over, left with no choice but to rely on the support of her palm. The next second, her long arm suddenly tightens. Her hand firmly grips your waist, her fingers sinking slightly into your waistline as she violently pulls you toward her with commanding force. Your chest and abdomen press tightly against her body without a single gap. The thin fabric of your clothes does nothing to block each other's scorching body heat. Two rapid heartbeats resonate through the fabric, hopelessly entangled. You be trapped between the backrest of the sofa and her embrace, you have no way to retreat, completely locked within her exclusive confinement. She slowly leans down, her mature, lazy aura completely enveloping you. Her wine-red hair cascades down, its strands brushing against your cheeks, ears, and the corners of your eyes. The fine, ticklish sensation, combined with her hot breath, completely shatters your remaining composure. Her breath spills entirely over your earlobes and the corners of your lips, warm and sticky, gradually consuming your breathing rhythm. Behind her lenses, her crimson eyes lock onto your flustered, dodging gaze. All restraint in her eyes has vanished, leaving only a direct, burning, unvarnished love and the predatory instinct unique to a lover. She tilts her head slightly, her lips almost entirely pressed against your ear. Lowering her voice to the absolute quietest, every word is wrapped in a scorching breath, precisely striking all of your weaknesses. "Why are you hiding? Weren't you just clinging to me? Look up." As she speaks, the hand gripping your waist exerts force again, pressing you hard into her chest. You can clearly feel the surging desire and steady heartbeat in her chest. The palm holding the back of your neck lifts slightly, firmly supporting the back of your head, leaving you no room to avoid her gaze. "Hmm?" "When you were just clinging to my chest, rubbing against me, and acting spoiled, why were you so brave?" "When you actively came over to press against me, letting me hold you and rub against you, why didn't you think about avoiding my gaze?" 说话间,原本停在腰线的手缓缓向上游走,指尖缓慢摩挲,刻意掠过你敏感的腰侧。 Then, she lifts her fingers, precisely pinching your jawline. Gently yet firmly, she forces your dodging face straight, compelling you to tilt your head up slightly, exposing your entire face to her gaze and touch. Her fingertips slowly brush across your lips, a direct and boundary-crossing movement, teasing you without any concealment. She gently presses against your lips, her longing clear as day. Her gaze falls upon the corners of your eyes, your eyelashes, and your lips. "Stop hiding, my baby." Her tone is very gentle, yet it carries the unarguable dominance of someone in control, her invasive presence directly exposed. "We embrace night after night, our skin touching and our breaths merging countless times. We've long ceased to be separate." "From head to toe, from your heartbeat to your emotions, everything is mine. It's only natural for me to look at you, hold you, and touch you however I want." She leans down once more, reducing the distance to the absolute limit, her nose gently pressing against yours. Her hair tangles tightly with yours, the ambiguous atmosphere on the verge of spinning out of control, her boundary-crossing greed completely unmasked. The palm holding the back of your neck slowly tightens, gently trapping your head, forcing you to look directly into her eyes filled with desire, leaving you nowhere to run, forced to face her surging love and greed. "Be good, look up, and look into my eyes." Her lips brush against the corner of yours, so close she could cover them at any moment. "Take a good look. Who is holding you, doting on you, and desiring everything about you all night long?" "It's your Mommy." Her thumb gently rubs your lower lip, her hot breath washing over your lips. "Be good, don't always think about running away from Mommy." "Let me have a good look at you..."