Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 904: Chapter 905: Long-Awaited Sweet Rain

Qi Taiguo brought Cheng Su home, kicking the door shut impatiently. He pressed Cheng Su against the door, kissing her passionately, his hands not idle, one undressing Cheng Su, the other undressing himself.

Cheng Su felt his passion and responded fiercely.

She missed him, she really missed him!

Fortunately, during training, Qi Taiguo’s hands had been well-exercised, and in just a moment, he had stripped away all the obstacles on Cheng Su’s body.

”The curtains aren’t drawn,” Cheng Su felt a chill and quickly shouted.

Actually, the location of their room faced an open playground area, with no residences nearby, so there was no concern about being peeped on.

But just in case, Cheng Su still gave a reminder.

Qi Taiguo squeezed her ample bosom hard, and said hoarsely, ”Not focused, you deserve punishment!”

Cheng Su was so embarrassed she practically wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

But Qi Taiguo still listened to her words, smoothly taking her into the bathroom, throwing off all his clothes.

”Ah...” Cheng Su hadn’t had time to say anything when Qi Taiguo had already entered.

Cheng Su let out a painful cry, tears almost coming out; she hadn’t fully relaxed yet, this impatient man.

Qi Taiguo felt the warmth wrapping around him layer by layer, as if he were in a hot spring, his entire body pleasured, he could hardly hold back.

Hearing her cry out in pain, Qi Taiguo slightly withdrew, kissed her lips, and neck, murmuring, ”Darling, I’ve missed you to death, you’ve missed me to death!”

As he spoke, he thrust back into her again.

The intense stimulation made Cheng Su scream, clinging tightly to his neck.

Qi Taiguo already felt her blooming, like the flowers blooming in the living room, enticing.

Unable to hold back anymore, didn’t want to hold back.

Like a wild storm, Qi Taiguo surged towards Cheng Su, her whole being like a small boat tossed upon the waves, unendingly swept up and down.

Cheng Su wished she could die just like this.

Qi Taiguo felt the same.

The sweat covering them mixed and merged, impossible to tell whose was whose, nor did they need to.

Qi Taiguo held Cheng Su’s aching body, licking the sweat on her neck, hoarsely saying near her ear, ”Darling, it’s not enough, still not enough.”

Cheng Su tilted her head slightly, casting him a sidelong glance, her eyes sultry as silk, she pulled his neck to kiss him.

It’s not enough, not just for him.

Also for herself!

A new wave rose again, neither called a halt, neither wanted to halt, only wishing to remain intertwined till death.

The night fell, neon lights shone.

From the bathroom to the bed, Cheng Su and Qi Taiguo, like drought meeting rain, shed unknown amounts of sweat, until both were panting and finally settled into calm.

Cheng Su lay on top of him, not wanting to move at all, her stomach rumbling with sounds, yet she felt no urge to satisfy her hunger.

Didn’t want to leave him.

Cheng Su’s hand caressed over him, feeling his existence, he was back, alive, how wonderful!

Suddenly, her hand touched a bump, feeling something wrong, she looked up, her expression changed.

There on the shoulder blade lay a scar where skin and flesh had slightly separated, already scabbed, but the stitches not yet absorbed into the flesh could still be seen; these were for closing the wound.

Cheng Su didn’t ask whether the wound was from a bullet or a blade; she simply understood he had been through a life-and-death ordeal. She just leaned over, lightly kissed it, and asked, ”Does it hurt?”