Yan Rui

Chapter 50

In the hotel bathroom, mist was rising, and Shen Mi was pressed against the frosted glass bathroom door with her back to Yan Yan.
Yan Fan held the glass door with one hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck gently. His other hand went around her waist, slipped into the towel, and moved up inch by inch against the tender skin of her waist.
Shen Mi hunched her shoulders slightly, holding the towel tightly with her little hand on her chest and gasping lightly, her back still stained with water drops soaked Yan Fan's shirt.
Just now she said she wanted to take a shower first, but she took off her clothes and had just showered with hot water for less than a minute when there was a knock on the door.
She actually didn't have to open the door. If she knocked on the door at this time, she couldn't possibly want to shush her, right? And he didn't say anything, he just said "open the door".
But she couldn't refuse Yan Fan. She didn't need any reason at all. After struggling for only three seconds, she wrapped herself in a towel and opened the door.
The Yan'er jacket and knitted vest outside the door have been taken off, and the two buttons on the collar of the clean white shirt have been undone, and the lines of the collarbone are faintly visible.
Looking at him from the mist coming out of the bathroom, Shen Mi felt that Yan Yan in front of her was particularly sexy, as if she was in a dream.
"I, I haven't finished washing yet."
"I know." There was undisguised desire in Yan Yan's eyes, "I want to go in."
She clenched her fingertips holding the handle of the bathroom door, lowered her head, and stepped back. Two steps, that's allowed.
Yan Yan's gaze swept across her trembling eyelashes, his heart skipped a beat, and his half-awakened genitals fully awakened in an instant.
I want her, in the bathroom, I want to try various positions and places with her, I want to see her gasping and moaning under his wanton rhythm, climbing to climax step by step.
He breathed slightly, walked into the bathroom, took Shen Mi's hand that was still holding the door handle, moved her hand away, and closed the door with his backhand.
With a soft sound of '哢', Shen Mi felt that her heart was about to burst into her throat. It was obviously not the first time, she had just done it the night before... Could it be that the drunkenness had made people timid, so she was not so panicked? What?
"Why are you nervous?"
"I... No, I'm not nervous."
Yan Fan laughed softly, and the hoarse voice penetrated Shen Mi's eardrums. Shen Mi felt like she was electrified, and her hair stood up instantly. Thin goose bumps appeared on the back of my neck and arms.
His eyes fell on the steaming little bump on her arm, he suppressed his smile, covered her arm with his big hand and held it gently, "Is it cold?"
Shen Mi shook her head gently at the warm touch, "It's not cold..."
" I want to do it here once, okay?" As soon as Yan Fan finished speaking, he felt that he was being hypocritical.
He knew very well that Shen Mi would not reject him, and even if she refused... he would probably find a way to make the rejection a half-hearted decision.
Shen Mi pursed her lips and rolled her throat, which had suddenly become dry. She didn't say anything, but nodded her head lightly.
Although it was an expected answer, the satisfaction and joy that arose in his heart was so strong that it was unexpected. Yan Fan's big hand holding her arm moved back to her back, pressing her into his arms, bending his waist slightly. He kissed her lips with his head.
Shen Mi's legs softened and her body weakly leaned against his chest. She tilted her little head up and opened her lips slightly to meet his tongue that entered her mouth.
It was gentle at first, but after a while, the kiss became passionate. Shen Mi felt that the root of her tongue was sore from his kiss, and her breathing began to become difficult.
She gasped with quivering nose, one hand was on her chest, grabbing the towel, and the other hand was lightly touching his shoulder, her fingertips clenching his shirt tightly.
Just when she felt like she was about to suffocate, Yan Fan finally let go of her lips, raised his head, grabbed her shoulders, turned her around and pressed her against the glass door.
He lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck. He moved his hand from her waist to the front of her body, put it into the towel, and grasped the softness of her chest. His other hand came to the waist of her pants and opened the belt buckle.