'Let's take a bath first....'
The words hung in the air, my voice still gravelly from the haze of waking up and that intense throat-fucking Mei had just given me.
She was sprawled against my chest, her curvy body warm and heavy, robes all rumpled from our play.
My cock twitched under her, still hard as fuck, leaking precum against her thigh.
'Shit, I want to flip her over and pound her right now,' I thought, but the grime of three days' sleep clung to me like a second skin—sticky sweat, dried saliva, the faint metallic tang of cultivation exhaustion.
A bath sounded like heaven, even if it meant delaying the real fun.
I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Mei's forehead, tasting the salt of her skin.
Her hair smelled like jasmine and sex, a combo that made my dick throb harder.
"Can you lift up, Mei?" I murmured, my hands sliding to her shoulders, gently urging her.
