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She never thought she could have such dirty thoughts. Seeing your partner undressing in front of you is one thing, but staring at him while he fully dressed himself? That’s a different kind of hot. At least, for her.
In her defense, her hormones have been acting like crazy these past two days, well, it’s not like she has any control over it, and to add that he was wonderfully rough last night makes her want him even more. The second round was enough to make her legs weak; wobbling on all four right on top of the messy mattress. But even that wasn’t enough. After seeing his naked ass in the kitchen for a glass of water, She was suddenly ready to go again. So she initiated for the third time that night–which he willingly obliged–this time with her on top, despite her weak legs and already-heavy breaths. He had to carry her to wash up by the time they were finished.
“I’ll be there in an hour. Serve the guests breakfast first.” He says to the phone.
And after a much needed sleep, she woke up to the sight of him reflected through the mirror of his dressing room, phone clamped between his ear and shoulder as he buttoned up his white shirt all the way up. She bites her lip when she feels something tingling between her legs.
“Diluc,” She calls out to him, refraining herself from moaning his name when she shifts her legs.
“Jean, you’re awake?” His head pops out of the door. “Sorry, Elzer called and said three guests from Liyue visited the winery.”
She glanced at the clock, propping herself on her elbow. “At this time? On Saturday?”
“I know. He said it was a sudden visit and they’ll go back to Liyue this evening.”
He approaches her to the bed to give her a kiss on the head. She notices the tie that hangs around his neck and how the upper part of his white shirt was left unbuttoned.
He doesn’t realize how ridiculously hot he is right now.
To be very honest, her head is still replaying last night’s activities on loop. How he sucked on every inch of her skin, the way he grunted as he pushed himself harder into her, his drenched hair from his own sweat dangling over her when he trapped her below him, his tight grips on her waist that probably left red marks on her, and his face as he came undone as he groaned her name with such ecstasy right below her.
Every vision of him is so improper that it is kinda unsettling for her to see him standing so tall and clean like he hadn’t fucked hard just a few hours ago. Okay, maybe the problem lies with her.
She lies down again and quietly sneaks a hand in between her legs, drawing light circles on her clit–it just dawns on her that she didn’t bother wearing a panty last night. She does it under the sheet, feeling a little bit nervous and yet excited to have him standing just a few feet not knowing she’s pleasuring herself. She rubs herself harder and she feels something wet starting to come out of her.
Her head turns to her side with her eyes locked dead on him, looking at how he buttons up the rest of his shirt and tucking it into his pants. She lets out a small moan.
He probably hears it. Oh, she knows he hears it loud and clear, because now he’s coming her way; all neat and proper with his tie still hanging around his neck.
“Jean? Is something wrong?”
“Diluc,” She breathes out, her hands slowing down when he kneels beside her.
“You okay?”
Can she tell him? Is it too embarrassing to say that she’s masturbating right behind his back? But they’ve done a lot more unspeakable things to each other, surely masturbating isn’t something she should be ashamed of. She wonders what happened to her brain that made her this horny. They’ve been going at it for the whole night and it still isn’t enough. Maybe stressful work increases her sex drive this month. She blames it on her hormones and work.
She doesn’t answer him. Instead, she takes his wrist with her clean hand and guides him above the sheet, right on top where her other hand is hidden. Diluc raised an eyebrow, not sure of what she’s implying. But when she starts to move her hand again inside, Diluc abruptly stands up and throws out the sheets onto the floor.
And there she is, exposed to him with her legs bent low and slightly parted and her hand placed right in between; her upper oversized shirt is pushed upward just right below her breasts and her hazy eyes staring back at him. There’s a mix of surprise and confusion in his eyes that she couldn’t quite make out of. Now she feels embarrassed.
“After last night?” He asks and truthfully, a question she also asks herself.
“It’s almost my period.” She answers as if she needs to defend herself, even though she doesn’t. She lifts herself up and rests her back onto the headboard. “And you look good in that, I don’t know, I just–”
“Aren’t you tired?” Diluc sits on the edge of the bed, unconsciously rolling up both of his sleeves to his forearms.
Unconsciously? More like in full consciousness. She scoffs. He’s trying to test her patience, isn’t he?
“I can’t help it,” She groans. “It’s okay. It’s fine. I’ll deal with it. Now, go get ready, I’ll make you tea.”
Becoming very aware that her inner thighs are very wet and yet she hasn’t come at all, she tries to get out of bed when Diluc puts his hand on one of her knees, pushing her back against the headboard.
“You’re going to send me out so you can get off on your own?”
“Don’t you have a meeting?”
“So? You expect me to sit with some old men all day with my head full of you masturbating alone?” He says it with his straightest face she has ever seen. He bends one leg on to the bed, the other hangs from the bed. “Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“Touch yourself.” He slowly parts her knees, still keeping a straight face while his eyes wander from her face down to the full view of her vagina, and then back again straight right into her eyes. “Do it while I’m here.”
She isn’t sure at first, but his gaze bore a hole into her and she finds herself already rubbing her clit. She keeps her eyes on him, watching his face between her raised knees with both of his hands on top of them, staring at her so seriously with hazy lust behind his eyes.
“You’re just gonna rub yourself?” He suddenly asks, his voice lower than she remembers. “You’re satisfied just by rubbing yourself?”
She sighs at her own touch. She moves at a slow pace, keeping the circular motion steady and something is building up. Something so good but still not enough.
“No…” She breathes out.
“What are we gonna do?”
She sees a smirk forming on his face as he opens up her knees wider. Then he nods at her, with that annoying smirk that looks so perfect and so hot and that tie is still hanging around his neck like it's taunting her above his transparent white shirt that is probably too tight for him to wear.
Maybe she hit her head with something unknowingly.
She slips a finger into herself, pumping it in and out so easily she can almost hear how wet it is below. Diluc still isn’t moving, looking intensely at her moving finger, then sometimes locking eyes with her to make sure she knows he’s enjoying the show.
She wishes she had her toys with her. It’s been a while since she used them, but damn she misses them so much right now. It never occurs to her to bring one of her toys to Diluc’s apartment, maybe because he satisfies her enough without having to resort to toys. But the thought of playing with her toys with him like this…
“Ah… Diluc…” She curls her finger inside, aching to hit that sweet spot. Her other hand moves to her breasts, folding and twisting her nipple to give her more sensations as she finally adds another finger inside. Her eyelids feel heavy but the foggy sight of Diluc remains in front of her, face starting to redden and the rise and fall of his chest is more noticeable.
She fastens her pace; going in and out and then curls her fingers up and down. Her thumb strokes her clit hard enough and her other hand is still busy playing with her nipple. Her inside is starting to tighten, and the faster she moves the more sound she makes, above and below.
“Ah, I’m coming, Diluc, I almost–”
“Keep your eyes on me.” He sounds so rough. He grabs her chin to set her face straight to him. “You keep your eyes on me as you come.”
Her mouth is slightly open, having a hard time breathing through her nose. She nods weakly, gazing deep into him as she works harder to bring herself to come. She sees Diluc bites his lower lip, his eyes darkened and clouded and she doesn’t know what he’s thinking right now but the more she looks into his eyes, the tighter her walls are.
“Come on, Jean.”
She gasps. Her toes curling deepen onto the mattress and she pinched her nipple hard.
More, more, a little bit more…
Another pump of her fingers and her body jerks. Liquid pouring out of her at the same time as her loud moan filling up the room. Her eyes are now seeing stars, head slumps back to the headboard as she finally reaches her climax.
She catches her breath, her chest heaving from ecstasy with both her arms resting weakly.
But Diluc wastes no time.
He dives his head down between her legs and starts to lick all her juices coming out of her fold. Her body tingles, still sensitive from her own orgasm and now Diluc decides to sucks her dry. He licks. sucks, and intrudes her swollen entrance, pushing his tongue up, down, and all around the inside.
She’s still seeing stars, but with the background of his red hair moving between her thighs with his face buried in her. This is it. Him looking so proper and clean and still manages to eat her up like a beast.
The tingling sensation is getting stronger and her hormones are acting up again.
Diluc lets his tongue out of her and lifts his head to find her staring hungrily at him.
“You think you can take more of this?”
She nods, unable to utter a single word.
He smiles. “Good.”
The next thing she knew, she’s being dragged by him to the corner of the bed with a sudden force and flips her over to bend. He sets her foot on to the floor and pushes her upper body down onto the mattress. She presses her side cheeks on the bed, feeling the trickling liquid pouring on her standing legs. She hears the sound of his belt and zipper from behind her and without any word, Diluc slides himself inside her.
“Fuck, Jean, you’re so warm.” He slides out of her and then goes back in with a sudden thrust. “You’re so good and so warm.”
She wriggles against the sheet, gripping it like her life depends on it. Diluc just starts to pound her hard from behind, gripping her waist with both hands, rubbing his thumb against the visible red marks on her skin from last night.
She doesn’t know how many times she has come in a span of 12 hours, but this is probably the last one. Her legs give out and can only rely on his grip on her. Her body moves following his every slam against her; fast and hard and so full. Clearly different from what her two fingers–or any toys–make her feel.
When she moans his name, Diluc lifts one of her legs up to the bed, resting his palm behind her bent knee and angles himself deeper into her. She keeps crying his name, her back twisted and turning and moving whenever he hits her sweet spot. And he never misses her spot.
“Diluc, Diluc… Ahh, DIluc, I’m almost there,” She whimpers, out of breath and clearly doesn’t have any energy left in her.
“Me too… Me too, Jean,”
He pounds on her faster, slipping his fingers under her to rub on her clit, trying to make her come sooner because he knows he won’t last long.
With his fastened thrusts and his steady motion on her clit, she reaches her peak once again, crying out his name again in the light of another release.
After feeling her walls clenching and loosening around him, with a few more pumps he pulls out of her, stroking his length twice again and with a loud groan, he spills it all over her back.
Catching his breath, he slumps down to the floor, resting his head on the edge of the bed. She moves herself, still lying on her front on the bed, aware of Diluc’s cum spreading on her back, removing her messy hair from her face so that she comes face to face with him.
“What am I gonna tell Elzer now?” He asks, followed with a hoarse laugh.
“Tell him I spilled something on you so you had to change.” She says softly. “I’m okay with being the bad guy once in a while.”
He laughs a little louder now, stroking her hair in front of her face. “Aren’t I the one who spilled something on you?” He looks at her apologetically. “I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. I have the whole day to clean myself anyway. Thank God it’s the weekend.”
He frowns. “The weekend I should be spending alone with you.”
“We still have tomorrow.” She kisses his nose. “...And tonight.”
He smirks at the implied words. “You really think you still have energy left?”
“Don’t know.” She grins back. “We’ll see.”
He kisses her softly, only realizing that he hasn’t kissed her at all this morning. She kisses him back with the same enthusiasm, only a little weaker. When he feels like there’s too much tongue action than supposed to, he pulls away from her, but not without giving her face light kisses.
“Okay, that’s enough, I gotta clean up and leave.”
“Sure, I’m just gonna stay like this longer.”
After cleaning up her back and changing himself to a new pair of pants, he kneels to kiss her goodbye. Before leaving, he asks the question he was meaning to ask since last night.
“Did you eat something to make you this… stimulated? I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“Not that I remember,” She thinks back on all the things she did prior to yesterday. “Oh, but Lisa gave me these new vitamins to drink…”