The Librarian and the Fox Princess: a Donghua Dijun and Bai Fengjiu story, V.I

Chapter 139 - The Exhibition

A/N: Image not mine. Only in my dreams. Credit goes to the owner.

Upon reflection, I should have titled the last chapter, Dancing Queen, cue music.

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He cupped her face as he gently rested his forehead on hers. His heaving chest and frosty breath hovered over her small form.

"I will make you feel every bit of what I have been feeling for the last few minutes," he rasped out in a low dominant whisper.

She looked up at his closed eyes. "Promise?" she asked breathlessly.

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Images of all the ways he wanted to tease and pleasure her flashed through his mind. 

"I promise," he whispered as he pressed his hardened length into the softness of her inner thigh.

"Mmm," she mewled out. 

He became harder at the sound of her voice. 

"Did you like my dancing earlier?" she whispered coyly.

His eyes were still closed and he inhaled her smell of peach blossoms mixed with her earthy arousal. "I loved it," he whispered back. "It ... made me feel many things" he said quietly as he nuzzled her with his nose.

"So, watching me dance made you feel good?" she asked quietly as she nuzzled him back. She ran her fingertips down his sculpted chest all the way to his tight and defined abdominal muscles. 

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely as he lowered a hand to slowly brush his knuckle down the warmth between her legs, barely grazing her flower. He was about to rub his thumb over her delicate flower bud that was so eagerly sensitive and responsive earlier to his tongue and lips. 

"Good," she whispered back into his pliant cold mouth. "Dance for me."

Dong Hua froze and opened his eyes. He pulled back slightly and looked down at her innocent but expectant face. 

"What?" he asked blankly. 

She squeezed the rare softness that was above his hips. "You said you felt good watching me dance. You promised me I would get to feel everything you had felt. So dance for me."

Dong Hua blinked back at her several times trying to process her request. 

"Please?" she asked quietly. Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips scrunched into a soft pink pout. 

It was as if he has lost all agency over his whole entire being. "Okay," he breathlessly replied as rare panic settled into his insides upon hearing himself.

He swallowed. "Little fox, I think you should know ... I've never danced before."   

She nodded solemnly. "I know," she whispered. 

"You had never kissed before ... but you kissed me."

He nodded slowly.

"You had never love-played before ... but you love-played with me."

He nodded slowly in agreement.

"And now you'll dance for me. Your first dance ever. Don't you want to have all your firsts with me, Dijun?" 

He nodded as if he was hypnotized. "I do," he whispered. 

"Now take a few steps back so I can have a good view," she gently instructed. 

His hands had been resting on her soft milky thighs. He was reluctant to have to separate from her. She was his safest and most comforting attachment. His heart was beating wildly at the discomfort that her body would no longer be helping to regulate his while he had to experience the most terrifying moment of his life.