Swamp Murder

Swamp Murder. 25

Zhan's Pov.

"Wang," I whisper against his lips.

He hums in response, his eyes half-lidded, filled with something raw and unguarded.

"I'm here," I say softly. "With you. Only you."

Something shifts in his expression, something I can't quite name, but before I can dwell on it, he pulls me down into another kiss, and I let myself get lost in him.

Because right now, in this moment, nothing else matters.

I take my time, letting my hands explore every inch of his skin, tracing slow patterns over his ribs, and his stomach, memorizing the way he feels beneath me. Wang trembles slightly, his breath warm against my neck, and I can't help but smile.

I press my body against him, as I slowly fuck him, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the way his breath stutters as my hands explore him with deliberate slowness. Wang grips my waist, pulling me closer, his fingertips pressing into my skin like he's afraid I might disappear.

"You're shaking," he whispers, his voice husky, laced with something I can't quite name.

"So are you," I murmur, brushing my lips against his jaw, and his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his skin.

He swallows hard, tilting his head back slightly as I trail kisses down his throat, tasting the faint salt of his skin. I move lower, hands mapping the contours of his body, before grappling his waist as I thrust deep inside him, learning him in a way that words never could.

Wang's fingers slip into his hair, his grip tightening as he exhales a shaky breath. "Zhan..."

I whine slowly, lifting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark and vulnerable. I cup his face, running my thumb over his cheek.

"I want this to be good for you," I whisper.

His lips part slightly, his expression unreadable. Then, after a long moment, he nods. "It already is."

A slow smile tugs at my lips, and I lean in, capturing his mouth in a kiss—deep, lingering, filled with unspoken promises. He melts into me, his body arching instinctively as I press against him, the heat between us building steadily.

I take my time, letting every touch, every kiss, speak for me. Because this isn't just about want—this is about us. About trust. About something that neither of us dares to name just yet.

And tonight, I'll make sure he feels every bit of it.

I returned to the harsh pace I had before. I wanted to cum so badly, but I was enjoying it. Strings of words poured from my lips. "I'm gonna cum. I want you to cum. Cum with me." I breathe.

I place Wang's legs on my shoulder and gave him deep hard strokes. When he cum, he shudders, his ass clenching on my cock, driving me to the brink. And I also cum riding it out fast, We were both trembling in each other's arms.

"Zhan..." he whispers, his voice shaky, full of emotion.

I pause, resting my forehead against his, as I release his legs, our breaths mingling. "I'm here," I murmur, my fingers tracing gentle patterns over his skin. "With you."

His eyes meet mine, dark and searching, and in that moment, I see everything—the vulnerability, the trust, the unspoken emotions neither of us dares to name.

I press my lips to his again, deepening the moment, taking my time, letting him feel everything I can't yet say.

Tonight isn't about rushing. It's about us. And I'll make sure he knows that, with every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath between us.