Peaches and Plums Don’t Speak – Chapter 128

Stirred by Passion

Outside, the temperature was already cold enough to turn breath into ice, but the heat between them was growing increasingly intimate and intense.

Anzhi had no idea what she was saying. Her entire body was simply limp and numb from Yan Xi’s touch moments ago, and she wanted Yan Xi to touch her more.

            

“Auntie…”

Anzhi tilted her head back to kiss the side of Yan Xi’s ear, murmuring her name between soft, suckling kisses. Yan Xi bit her lip, straightening her body to evade the movements, but Anzhi relentlessly chased after her, taking the opportunity to hook her arms around Yan Xi’s neck and sit up as well.

Panting softly, Yan Xi could only lean back against the sofa. Anzhi took her earlobe into her mouth, gently nibbling at it.

            

Their cheeks pressed together, temples rubbing intimately.

Yan Xi’s body smelled so good. Anzhi greedily inhaled her scent, licking and kissing her slender, graceful neck time and time again.

Yan Xi lifted her face to kiss her. Her kisses were like feathers, landing on the lips like melting snowflakes. The taste of her tongue held the tender sweetness of flower petals.

            

Yan Xi pulled Anzhi onto her lap. Hesitating slightly, she lifted the hem of her pajama top, her fingertips traveling upward inch by inch. Beneath her slightly feverish touch, Anzhi’s skin—as smooth as alabaster—felt as though it were melting like cream, and her body temperature continued to rise.

Their soft moans grew heavier. They were already teetering on the edge of danger, and Yan Xi’s willpower was gradually weakening. Her fingertips hesitated on Anzhi’s stomach, trembling slightly. Her kisses grew heavier as she sucked on Anzhi’s lips. She opened her eyes to look at the young woman straddling her lap. Anzhi’s head was thrown back, her long eyelashes tightly shut, and her face and neck were flushed a burning red. A pair of delicate, swollen little rabbits bounced and trembled right in front of her.

Yan Xi let out a soft whimper. Slipping her hand out from under the clothes, she slowly caressed upward along the fabric.

            

Yan Xi bit her own lips so hard they left marks. Her voice grew hoarse, carrying a distinct magnetism. She didn’t dare move any further. Pressing against Anzhi’s cheek, her forehead damp with sweat, she whispered, “Taotao…”

Anzhi’s eyes were hazy as she responded with a whisper. Several seconds passed, but she didn’t hear Yan Xi say anything else, nor did she make any further moves.

Anzhi pouted, somewhat unwilling to accept Yan Xi’s restraint. But she had always listened to her, and Yan Xi’s actions clearly carried an intent to soothe her. After all, she was still young and unfamiliar with the true allure of physical love. Although her desires were stirred, shyness and obedience still overpowered her rationality.

            

Reluctant to part, Anzhi nuzzled against her, her small mouth pecking Yan Xi’s cheek. It wasn’t enough. With a hint of complaint, she pecked at her lips. Once, then again.

She felt Yan Xi being tickled into a smile by her method of kissing. The corners of her lips curled up. Her normally smiling eyes sparkled with a profound light, like a lake tempting someone to dive deep into its waters.

Anzhi’s heart felt as if it had been tightly squeezed. Unable to speak, she only felt that the older woman was breathtakingly beautiful.

            

“I can’t bully you… I can’t touch your…” Yan Xi said, her voice low and faint. Her soft, delicate hand reached over to grasp Anzhi’s.

Anzhi’s heart abruptly began to pound—thump, thump, thump.

She remembered that night when Yan Xi had held her hand just like this, guiding her to touch the softness between her own pale legs, and that slightly damp, silky sensation…

            

Anzhi’s face instantly burned up.

Yan Xi’s lips drew near, lightly taking Anzhi’s ear into her mouth. Her breath was fragrant like orchids as she whispered, “…Do you want to touch… me…?”

Anzhi stiffened violently. Her almond eyes widened, her cheeks flushed bright red, and she stared at her in a daze.

            

Yan Xi quietly met her gaze for two seconds. After those two seconds, she averted her eyes and let go of Anzhi’s hand. Even at such a close distance, it was visibly obvious that Yan Xi’s cheeks were turning pink. Then, as if overcome with extreme shyness, she reached up to cover her own face.

Anzhi’s face was practically about to smoke. She grabbed Yan Xi’s hand and pressed it to Yan Xi’s cheek.

Her auntie often got shy, too. Only over the past few days of living together had she realized how much she loved seeing Yan Xi reveal this bashful side of herself.

            

Anzhi leaned in closely. Unconsciously mimicking the way Yan Xi had lifted her chin earlier, she boldly pecked her lips before tangling their tongues together.

Yan Xi’s body rested against the back of the sofa, submissively accepting Anzhi’s kiss. Her breathing grew heavier as her soft arms gently stroked Anzhi’s hair, as if encouraging her.

Through the thin fabric of her pajamas, Anzhi’s hand carefully felt for Yan Xi’s warm softness. Yan Xi let out a slight, breathless “Mmh,” and the blush on her face seemed to deepen.

            

Anzhi shifted her body, kissing her gently as her palm slowly slid over, lightly caressing her.

In truth, she was incredibly nervous. Her heart shrank tightly in her chest, aching and scalding hot. Anzhi’s eyes grew misty as she trailed kisses down Yan Xi’s neck, reaching her collarbone, and then the skin of her chest.

She loved Yan Xi’s voice and wanted to hear much more of it.

            

Yan Xi didn’t stop her, so she actually slipped her hand in from the hem of Yan Xi’s shirt.

In this moment, Anzhi actually found herself slightly distracted. Yan Xi was wearing a pajama set with pants today, rather than a nightgown. If it had been a nightgown, it could have just been hiked up. That night, the lighting had been too dark, and she hadn’t managed to see much…

Her face flushed red again. As her fingertips trailed upward, they met that patch of smooth, soft skin.

            

Anzhi gave a small gulp, her heart hammering like a drum. She didn’t dare use any force, only daring to lightly trace the shapes with her fingertips in a green, tentative exploration.

She noticed the fingers Yan Xi had pressed against her neck were trembling slightly. The scorching, fragrant breath brushing against her cheek sounded almost like weeping.

Then, her red lips parted, whispering low, “Taotao… you can press a little harder.”

            

At that instant, Anzhi’s entire body shuddered. Her mind buzzed blankly. Panting heavily, she curled her fingers slightly and gave a gentle squeeze.

Yan Xi let out a low hum. Anzhi kneaded again. The two mounds of warm softness seemed to heat up, fitting perfectly against her palm, resilient and supple. She couldn’t cup them entirely. As she gently caressed them, a small, tough pink bud seemed to harden in response to her movements, rubbing against the pad of her finger.

Anzhi was utterly incapable of resisting such a bewitching temptation. She lowered her face, kissing that pink bud through the fabric while the caressing movements of her hand never ceased.

            

Yan Xi closed her long, thick eyelashes, giving herself over to Anzhi’s actions. In a hazy daze, she panted softly, letting out gentle moans.

Anzhi was young and had never encountered a situation like this before. She only felt that her entire body was burning, and her only thought was to get even closer to her.

Her small, soft hand lifted Yan Xi’s shirt. Dazzled by that breathtaking expanse of pale skin, as flawless as mutton-fat jade¹, she let out a muffled “Mmm” and buried her face into it.

            

Yan Xi threw her head back with a heavy gasp. Her eyes flew open, mist clouding her vision, and her red lips remained parted as she struggled to breathe.

All her focus was drawn into the young woman’s licking kisses—the soft, fragrant lips, the wet, nimble little tongue.

She thought hazily, Earlier when she ate the cake, the way she licked the cream was just like this…

            

It was simply a double stimulation. A violent shudder immediately wracked Yan Xi’s body. “Taotao…”

The young woman’s saliva dampened the pale mounds. She sat on Yan Xi’s lap like a piece of scorching soft jade. But even more fatal was the muffled, sweet-sounding call she let out: “Auntie…”

Yan Xi’s limbs went weak. She let out one moan after another, utterly consumed by passion.

            

Her little head poked out from the pajamas. Her cheeks were flushed with a large blush from the stifling heat, and the corners of her eyes were burning red. Her dimples caved in as she mumbled softly, in complete bewilderment, “It’s so uncomfortable…”

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