He climbed back into the bed and she spread her legs, biting her lips in obvious anticipation. He liked that look on her “touch me”

Her hands twined around him almost instantly, her fingers digging into his hair as she tugged him closer.

Quickly he removed her bra and panties until they were skin to skin. He looked at her, the beautiful woman in his bed and he said as much, “beautiful” overcome with a need to worship every inch of skin.

She was having none of that her voice made huskier by desire shot to every part of him and shattered his control “please Lei Zhao, I need you inside now please, she begged.

But he wasn’t done with her, not yet. He kissed her nipples and trailed down. Her back arched when the kisses reached between her spread legs, where he placed one across his shoulder, the other he held open as he licked her sex with his flattened tongue, his fingers sliding deep to tease her.

She was wet for him, her body killed every motion of his hand as his finger massaged her pussy, as her juices flowed freely.

Just when she was on the brink of an orgasm he stopped and crawled back up her body, kissing away the soft whimpers that issued from her lips. He kissed her deep and hard before breaking away from her lips and kissing her chin and neck, his lips ghosting over her collarbone as he entered her and she cried out at the invasion.

She lifted her hips to meet his next stroke that buried his erection as deep in her body and the two of them began to move together. A slow rocking, each push and pull unhurried, every stroke as he surged into her and she tightened around him.

Their movements grew increasingly frenzied until every thrust drew a vocal reaction of pure desire that spurred him on from her. Lei Zhao held the top of his body from hers on his elbows but the weight of him below the waist pinned her to the bed. His breaths were heated pants as he brought them closer to an orgasm, he trembled at the edge trying to draw out the pleasure but her body tightened around him until he felt like his head would explode.

He thrust into her body two more times and he shattered, hearing her cries as her body fisted around him, catapulting the both of them into unconsciousness.

*******

Yan Mei woke up, something strange thrusting her up from a blissful sleep. She turned laid in the bed, wondering what had happened to tug her senses awake.

The murmur seemed to come from the darkness that surrounded the room “I love you, Wifey”

Yan Mei didn’t reply even as she noted that he must have said it many times before, his voice bringing her to wakefulness. She kissed him on his chest, just above his beating heart, and twinned her legs around him.

She absently noted that they were now under the covers while wondering how long he had been awake. She yawned and received a kiss on the forehead before he settled back into his embrace, too sated to keep her eyes open, she slept.

When she woke up again, she was alone and his spot in the bed was stone cold. A first into the rest of the house proved he was long gone, in the kitchen she discovered Yue Yan attacking a stack of pancakes with gusto.

The past few days had been eventful to say the very least, sure she had her misgivings about her new house guest and had chosen to keep a respectable distillery away but she had encountered her in the living room one of those days after she returned from work and they had taken the time to truly talk with each other.

Sure, she felt the meeting had been orchestrated, something about the way she had sat there had informed Yue Yan that she had been sitting there for a long time waiting for her to come home.

Even as they passed pleasantries between the two of them Yan Mei wondered if it was absolutely necessary for the two of them to become friends. The house was big enough that the two of them didn’t have to meet if they didn’t want to, they were polite with each other and she felt that a bit of space between them despite her former relationship with her husband was not remiss but her house guest had dogged attempted to blur those lines.

Yue Yan had greeted her, her voice chipper but with an undertone of exhaustion. However, there was no missing the determined look in her eyes.

Yan Mei remembered being taken aback with the force of that look, her own exhaustion making her willing to get it over with instead of deferring it for later.

”I’m sorry to disturb you but we need to talk.” The request was timid but determined.

Yan Mei had acquiesced easily, dumping her bag and keys on the cabinet table just inside the door and went to sit beside her house guest.

Her eyes had trailed he face again noting the pallor, the fine tremor that she struggled to control and the faint look of hurt. Yan Mei had seen that look and she couldn’t help it that her heart stuttered.

Yue Yan had looked like she wished she was anywhere but in that living room and she couldn’t help but sympathize with her in that moment. She’d seated across from her and patiently waited for the girl to start.

After a moment that almost stretched to breaking point Yue Yan said, “I’m sorry for all of this. I wish we had met in a much better situation” gesturing vaguely at the both of them. The words she had left unspoken was that she wished she wasn’t so weak, so dependent on her good will.

Yan Mei had nodded curtly, but refrained from replying. There were no right words that would be well received just yet, not from either perspective.

”I’m a lucky girl to have a friend like Lei Zhao, and he’s been a great friend since forever. Did he tell you about what he did for me?” Yue Yan had asked softly.