Chapter 201: A Night of Passion (2/2)

After the dinner, the pair arrived at a hotel that Samantha had booked ahead of time. She found their stay in Capth uncustomary, if not inappropriate during their post-match celebration.

Wang Tong jumped onto a large bed and let his body sank.

”Get your dirty ass out of my bed. Yours is next door.”

”Ouch… my wound… I am afraid I can’t move.” Wang Tong winced. He sounded as convincing as a poor salesman on his first day of work, but fortunately for him, Samantha was blinded by love and was ready to buy anything that he had to sell.

”Don’t move, let me see what’s going on.”

As soon as Samantha get closer to Wang Tong, she found herself in a firm embrace. The room suddenly became quiet, as the two listened to each other’s young and restless breaths.

Samantha could read the desire in Wang Tong’s eyes, so she let her body relax and lowered her head into Wang Tong’s chest. Wang Tong picked up the cue and started to unbutton Samantha’s clothes and then peeled them off like an eggshell, revealing the tender, soft white. A euphoria short through Wang Tong’s body when he saw two impressive peaks, half covered in intricately laced bras, set squarely in front of his eyes. The euphoria then turned into heat in his body and started to emanate out, slowly baking this fruit of young love into a delicious pie.

Wang Tong caressed one of the breasts gently through the padding. He could feel the softness of her breast and a faint suggestion of something small but firm and aroused in the middle of his palms. Wang Tong’s other hand traced along the bra and found the lock that kept the final secrets of the night. Inexperienced and in a hurry, Wang Tong’s first attempt broke the lock. His unbearable urge made Samantha's skin tingled and warm.

She shut the light, and in the darkness, they took each other's breath away.

Wang Tong woke up with Samantha’s body in his arms; he realized that he was a man now.

Samantha snuggled up to Wang Tong. It had well passed her usual waking up time, but the warmth and comfort of Wang Tong's arms made her want to stay in bed as long as she could.

As Wang Tong traced along the silky skin, and a flame rekindled inside of him.

”Want to do it again?”

It was more of a demand than a question.

”No, just snuggle like this.”

”Just one more time. It will be good, I promise.”

”...not unless you promise that you will be more gentle.”

It surprised even Wang Tong how quickly she had agreed to it. So they burned the rest of their bodily desires in the bed and didn’t get up until around noon.

When Samantha lifted the blanket, they both saw a pool of red on the bed sheet.

”What are you staring at? It’s all your fault!” Samantha cried out. Her childish tone surprised herself. The taste of the forbidden fruit had turned her into a teenage girl.

She was fearful of this change, as the weight of Ayrlarng's future felt heavy on her shoulder. But she was determined to accommodate the two drastically different roles: a lover and principal.

”Can I keep it?” Wang Tong asked, pointing at the sheet.

”Not in a million years! You little prick” Samantha threw the bed sheets into her space crystal.

”Mind your words, principal.” A grin flashed across Wang Tong’s face.

”You little shit, you are asking for it!” Samantha jumped onto the bed, and the two rolled around until Wang Tong was again on top of her.

”Stop, I am starving, no more funny business!”

”Well, not if you agree that I am the principal at home, and you will obey my orders in bed.”

”Fine, fine! You are the principal when we are in bed. ” Samantha said unwillingly as she shot Wang Tong a stern glance.

After a hearty breakfast, Wang Tong set off to the airport by himself, while Samantha waited for the next flight for the sake of being discrete. Although their affair was not illegal, it might give unnecessary pressure to both of them.

Samantha sat by the window as she watched the disappearing figure of Wang Tong in the distance; a sweet smile found her lips. Like any other girl, Samantha had dreamed of her prince charming on his white stallion, but she had never been able to find him, until now.

A sweet ache rose inside her. She knew that it was going to be a bumpy ride on this prince charming's white stallion.