A Song For A Summer’s Night - Chapter 136

18+!!! [Extra heat]

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Song Luli went to Long Group, visiting her husband since she had little of a load of work back at Song Entertainment.

She immediately was welcomed by people who eagerly waited for her arrival. Most of the staff greeted her as she passed by respectfully, making her overwhelmed with attention.

She knew that they thought of Long Jie in high regard, which made them anxious to see his wife again after they caught only a few glimpses of her before.

Song Luli knocked on Long Jie’s door of his presidential office before stepping in unceremoniously. Long Jie was sitting in his office chair when he turned to face her, smiling. He then stood up, walking over to press a kiss on her lips.

Song Luli grasped his hands in hers, tightening her grip as she tip-toed to deepen the kiss. He then let go, a rueful smile tugging at his mouth.

“Hello, wife,” he said.

“Hello, husband,” she replied.

Long Jie then led her out of his office, giving her a personal tour of the main office building.

He had shown her different labs with different teams working on projects diligently and cautiously. He took her to the courtyard behind the building. Many collaborators met up in that area if they wanted a magnificent view of the outdoors. She watched as people took tours of the building, as well as interns following their mentors.

Song Luli was amazed by everything she’d seen, never taking the time to see how Long Group operated from different perspectives other than Long Jie. It was Long Jie’s hard work and dedication that kept the company running, maintaining security for those who worked for him.

She held his hand the entire time, grasping his arm, flaunting their affection without care. By the end of the tour, they went back to his office, and she sat on his lap as he showed her the work he did.

In the late evening, Long Jie drove them back home.

They made dinner together when Long Jie thought to ask suddenly, “Do you ever feel lonely?”

Song Luli furrowed her brows. “Why would I ever feel lonely when I have you?” she questioned.

Long Jie grinned, approaching her, gripping her waist firmly. “I mean, it’s always the two of us. We are a bit distant from our neighbours, and we’re an hour’s drive from your family’s estate,” he said.

Song Luli creased her brows, thinking about it. “Mhm. I guess I never thought about that,” she said, circling his neck. “But, maybe I want to be selfish and have you all to myself.”

Long Jie gave out a short laugh. “I feel the same way. But what do you think about moving?” he asked her.

Song Luli loosened her grip around his neck; her heart nearly sunk. “Where?” she questioned. She wasn’t sure if she’d be ready to move farther, despite loving Long Jie. She had everything here.

“Long Estate,” he replied. Song Luli’s eyes widened, not expecting him to say that. “It’s closer to your family’s home and mine. It’s a large property with lots of room and privacy. It’s also closer to our offices.”

Song Luli couldn’t help but finding herself smiling in relief. “Oh, thank goodness,” she said.

Long Jie furrowed his brows. “What were you thinking?”

She placed a palm over her pounding chest. “I thought you were going to ask me to leave the city or the country.”

Long Jie laughed and pinched her nose. “I wouldn’t ask you to leave your friends, family, or your company. I love my parents, but I wouldn’t give them what they gave me. I moved constantly, went to many places, feeling alone, feeling like I was missing something. It drove me far from you,” he said.

Song Luli’s grin widened, she leaned closer to him. “Long Estate sounds perfect,” she said, tilting her head slightly, searching her memory. “You know, I think I visited there once before the funeral.” She then shook her head. “Maybe it was a dream.”

Long Jie then leaned in, nearly brushing her face with his. “We can make it our home,” he told her.

Song Luli pecked his lips lightly. “That house does seem to fit for a family,” she told him.

Long Jie’s eyes widened, and after realizing what she had said, Song Luli’s face reddened.

“I—I—” She stammered. “I mean, of course, we can wait. You know we’re still young, and I don’t want to feel like I’m pressuring you to have children—”

Before she finished, Long Jie had embraced her tightly, hovering over her shoulder. “Luli,” he breathed her name whisper-soft.

Song Luli hugged him back tighter.

“I’m ready to have children,” he told her. “If it’s with you, I don’t see as to why we have to wait.”

Song Luli smiled. “Then let’s make one,” she suggested playfully.

Long Jie raised a perfect brow. “How many do you want?” he questioned. It seems that they suddenly forgot about dinner with this new appetite of theirs.

Song Luli placed a hand over her chin. “3?”

“That’s how many your parents had. I was thinking enough to fill each room of our new home.”

Song Luli gaped. “That’s like one a year until I’m 40.”

Long Jie laughed. “I was an only child,” he said, drawing her back against the kitchen sink. “But, you’re right. With too many little ones, we won’t have much couple time, so we’ll allow nature to take its course.”

Song Luli hopped on him, and he caught her by the waist, wrapping her legs around him. Long Jie carried her towards their bedroom, laying her over the bedsheets. He then lowered himself over Song Luli, taking her lips, trailing down her neck, nuzzling his mouth over her collarbone.

Long Jie paused to look at her; their breaths mingled closely, absorbing each other’s expression, desire. He began to flick off the buttons, one by one, slow, sensual.

He then brought his mouth down, circling the nipple of her breast with his tongue, wetting her fair skin. Song Luli writhed underneath, biting down her lower lip, clutching at the bedsheets.

“I can’t get enough,” he breathed, “I wanted to take you since the day we got married.”

Song Luli chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” he questioned, trailing his kisses upward.

“I was thinking about how hard it must have been to pretend you did not have one ounce of desire for me,” she said, smiling.

Long Jie took her wrists, pinning them above her head, lowering his mouth near hers, not meeting yet. “It was challenging. But you didn’t know me that well, didn’t trust me. I wouldn’t ever force you. But I’m just glad that you didn’t let me wait that long to realize you wanted me.”

Song Luli flushed. Even after being together for more than a year, he still had a compelling huskiness in his tone that drove her over the edge, craving to embrace him in every way possible. “I was living with an achingly handsome man. How could I not want to couple with you?” she replied.

Long Jie released a breathy laugh. He then dropped his weight over her, pressing closer, letting her feel the hardness of him, dragging across the core of her body. He then started to remove her clothes with haste, allowing the coolness breeze over her skin.

His hand found it’s way to the pooling centre of her body, wet and ready for him. He played with her, teasing until she was clenching around his hand. Long Jie then leaned over her ear. “Which position do you like better? Missionary or from when I go behind you?” he asked her huskily.

Song Luli raised her head; her face flushed, reluctant to tell him.

Long Jie stared at her intently. “Those two are more likely to help with conception,” he said. “Gravity. Basic science.”

Song Luli swallowed, glancing away.

“How about this,” Long Jie began. “We’ll do both.”

Song Luli looked back at him, nodding slightly, turning red throughout.

He then placed a pillow underneath the dip of her back, lifting her legs over his shoulders. He slowly shifted, entering inch by inch, thrusting until she sucked him wholly, penetrating deep. Long Jie shuddered against her, beginning to rock his hips.

He gripped the side of her thighs, moving her body to meet each of his thrusts. Song Luli’s legs shook, moans escaping her lips. Song Luli felt the heat of him rising powerfully in her. He then suddenly pulled out, flipping her over.

Song Luli sprawled over the sheets on all fours; her head faced the pillow. Long Jie trailed kisses over her spine, causing her body to shiver in pleasure and anticipation. He made his way down, kissing her bottom, spreading her legs apart.

From behind, he kissed her tender flesh. Song Luli dropped her weight, bending and arching her back. She bit her lip, clutching the pillow as Long Jie kept his mouth occupied. She felt his tongue peer through, flicking against the walls. She gasped loudly, a shudder escaping her body.

Long Jie then lifted himself over her. He ran a thumb over his wet lower lip, smiling smugly and ruefully.

He gripped her hips as he entered from behind; they both released groans at the sudden re-emergence of their bodies.

Song Luli spread her legs further apart, opening up for him. This was her favourite position, but she was too shy to tell him, but Long Jie knew it. He only wanted to tease her earlier.

He kept thrusting, bringing both of them to near-peak, flesh against flesh.

Song Luli lifted her arms, and Long Jie pulled them behind her, using it as a rein to penetrate her deeper, until her pussy tightened around him, bringing them both over the edge. Long Jie cummed, not pulling out immediately; he waited until he was confident enough that she absorbed his seed.

Afterwards, he collapsed next to her, breathlessly.

Song Luli faced him over the pillows, staring at him, dazed by their passion.

“I love you,” she told him.

Long Jie chuckled.

“I mean it,” Song Luli said. “I know I’ve already told you many times. But I want you to believe me. I love you, and it’s not because we lived alone together, or because you give good sex, or because it’s convenient to love each other in this marriage. I love you because you loved me when I couldn’t love myself.”

Long Jie’s eyes widened. He knew she loved him, but some part of him couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream every time he heard her say it.

Long Jie took a strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger. “I love you so much that it hurts,” he told her. “But I’d live with that pain over and over again.”

Song Luli smiled, locking one of her hands with his. “A wedding, children; I look forward to all of it,” she said.

“Me too,” Long Jie replied.