Be Gentle, Immortal Master

My knees gave in as I grunted a muffled cry into him. Fortunately, wedged between him and the tree trunk, I had no room for falling.

He had never taken me like this before. His kisses were wild, and so were his thrusts as he lifted my leg higher and brought himself closer, plunging deeper into me than he ever did. I thought I might feel him on the back of my stomach, and the idea frightened me a little, but at the same time, it felt … so good. Every thrust filled me to the fullest, slamming right onto the spot where my deepest cravings hid, and I drowned in the euphoric sensation.

This feeling was almost foreign, unlike anything he had given to me before. Had he always been hiding this fiery side beneath his careful gentleness?

I raised my leg, folding it around him to invite him closer. He obliged, loosening his grip on my thigh and slid his hand up my body. Nimble fingers found my sensitive tips, squeezing and rubbing and twiddling while he set me ablaze from inside out. I broke our kiss, moaning from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Qing-er." He brushed his lips over my neck, sending more tremors down my spine. "Do you like it this way?"

Like it? How could I only like it? I groaned as another wave of sharp sensations threatened to buckle my knees. He kept me steady. It was difficult to believe how easily he could nail me down with just one hand, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move under his clutch. But that realization didn't scare me. Instead, it flared the flames inside me even more, because I knew that he would only use such strength and power to protect me. To satisfy me.

"How … How much have you been … holding back … all this time?" I gasped in between moans. Pinned against the tree, I couldn't wiggle or move even the slightest bit, and every plunge of him was too precisely aimed. The pleasure built up too fast. He had barely started, and I was almost …

He laughed softly. "As long as you like it …" He kissed me again. "Everything I have is yours, and I'll hold none of it back."

The unfamiliar edge seemed to have returned to his voice, though at that moment, all I could focus on was the doting indulgence in his words. This love … This desire …  sizzled the already maddening sensations throughout my body, stirring the flames higher and higher. Another thrust, and the roaring heat consumed me, bending my knees once more as I let out a trembled cry.

He steadied my wobbly body. "Not yet, Qing-er," he whispered into my ears.

I whimpered when he didn't slow down his motion. My inner muscles were still convulsing in spasm, but with him inside, they only clenched tighter and harder. Instead of fading, the tremors within me kept pulsing, faintly yet irresistibly.

"Bai Ye!" I gasped madly for air. It was as if I had just climbed over what I thought was the highest peak, only to find that there was yet a higher one right over the plateau. I needed a break, a chance to catch my breath and calm my senses before continuing, but he didn't give me any. Every thrust threatened to reawaken the yearnings inside me that had just been soothed, and before I knew it, I was clutching his shoulders with my quivering arms and digging my fingernails into his collar, moaning as I simmered on the edge once more.

This was wild, but to my own surprise, I loved every bit of it. Pleasure of the flesh aside, this was the first time that I caught a glimpse of his hidden side, and although I didn't know what had brought the change, I found fire in the thought that he was finally giving me everything he had. I wanted him just like this, unguarded, unrestrained.

"Still like it?" he nibbled my bottom lip and asked.

I tried to kiss him, but the sweeping sensations from inside me kept soaring higher, paralyzing the rest of my body. I could only pant against his lips. "Love it …" I struggled to speak coherently. "Don't … Don't stop … Ah!"

As another shudder overtook me, I heard him inhale sharply and almost clenched his teeth. I knew he must be getting close as well, but he seemed intent on making it last, keeping his rhythm steady and not increasing his speed the slightest bit. He let my limp body fall onto him, burying my face into his shoulder and gripped my thigh, continuing on.

How could he do it? My scorched brain couldn't find an answer. I draped over him as if boneless, too exhausted to even clutch on, and my body no longer felt like mine. Only the warmth of his embrace and the heat of the wild pleasure within reminded me that I was still very much alive, very much sizzling and searing.

"Bai … Ye …" I whimpered, caught between residual tremors and the cravings that were already returning all too quickly. This was unlike anything I could've ever imagined from him. Was this … how he had always wanted it?

Another wave of sensations swallowed all my thoughts. I moaned out loud, and I wondered how lubricious I must sound. He heaved a sigh along with me, knowing that I was almost there again. "Qing-er," he breathed, "come with me."

With the last bit of my consciousness still left intact, I felt a deep thrust upon those words, and he came hard inside me. The hot gush filled me, burned me, and I cried in a near scream as the heat flared up wild tremors that I didn't know my body was capable of. With a low groan, he dropped to his knees, and both of us fell against the gnarled roots of the tree.

I gasped like there was no air left in my lungs. He did the same, his chest heaving violently against mine. It took him a while before he shifted to lean against the trunk, keeping me in a careful embrace so as not to crush me, and brushed his lips lightly over mine.

"Still like it?" he whispered.

I wanted to chuckle, but there was no strength left in me for it. It took almost all my energy to be able to look up at him. His cheeks were flushed, the high colors of desire giving his usual appearance a tint of warmness. But the westering sun must've tricked my eyes, as the rest of his face seemed to look a little paler than usual.

Nonetheless, he was an exquisite sight. And a sensual one at that.

"Bai Ye …" I panted in a staccato of breaths and tried my best to smile. "If you keep this up … our lives might be shortened… by quite a bit." Though it would still be a life that I'd relish every moment of.

He laughed. Those were the same words he had said to me that night after I dreamed of him. He gathered me closer, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I promised you a lifetime." He dropped another kiss on my forehead.. "It's all yours, no matter how long."