The Rise of the White Lotus

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR 17 YEARS OLD AND BELOW. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

"Ahh…" The raw touch of his hand on her breast made her gasp softly. His constant nibbling on her jaw down to her neck sent a phenomenal sensation through her nerves.

"Tsk." Impatient as ever, Morris clicked tongue as he wrapped his arm around her small waist. "This won't do." He whispered airily near her ear.

"Ah!" Churu squealed as he suddenly carried her, his other hand on her thigh while he snatched her lips once again. "Mhmm!" A complaining moan entered his mouth as he made her sit her on the table. Neither of them broke the kiss that was slowly becoming deeper and deeper.

Their tongues danced in harmony — sometimes inside his mouth, but more often inside hers. "Al…" He grunted huskily, biting her bottom lip with urgency. "I want you." He stated, running his fingers on the side of her hair as he sucked her neck.

"I want more of you too…" Her eyes rolled back; eyelids closing in as she enjoyed the pleasure of desperation in his hot breaths, tickling her fair skin as his lips touched it.

Funny how the heartfelt atmosphere from minutes ago escalated into a steamy one. Their body temperature suddenly shot up, longing for pleasure that they could only get from each other. Nevertheless, there was no guilt at the moment. Only the screaming desire for each other's warmth filled their heads and hearts.

Churu's hands slid inside his shirt, groping his firm six-pack abs. 'Gosh…' Churu accidentally bit his lip, but he didn't stop as the taste of iron mixed in their mouth. No matter how many times she had seen his abs and touched them, she could not help but fangirl at the touch of them every time.

Using her upper wrist, she sneakily raised her hand along with his shirt. Morris broke the kiss, drawing back a little as she took his top off. When he was about to lean forward again, missing her lips immediately, she stopped him by placing her hand on his chest.

"Wait --!" She said, pushing him away ever so gently. Morris, although displeased by it, stood straight with a frown. 

As he stood topless before her, her eyes skimmed through the details of his well-defined chest and abs. There were evident scars from his surgeries from the past month, but it didn't hinder the beauty of his body. If anything, they added more appeal that matched his natural stern front. Unknowingly, she bit her lower lips as her stomach growled, hungry for this appetizing specimen standing before her.

"Love, what are you seeing?" He asked, seeing her fiery argent eyes scan his body. Because of the way she looked at him, his eyes glinted with confidence, pleased that her eyes were solely focused on him.

"I'm hungry," Churu bit her finger, fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly. 

He smirked, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned forward. His hand rested on both sides of where she sat. "I haven���t had dessert yet, my little demon." He teased, a playful smirk on the side of his lips.

"I feel bad for saying this, but starve a little more of me." He inched closer, whispering on her lips, which she welcomed by opening her mouth voluntarily.

"Mhmm," She moaned, agreeing to his demands. Well, one of the rules for a satisfying meal for her was that he should have his fill. For some reason, Churu as his dessert could give him enough energy that wouldn't drain him completely.

Moreover, it was not that she was less entertained whenever he had his fill first. To be fair, she enjoyed it as much as him. Just like how he enjoyed it whenever it was her turn to eat.

"Ughh…" Another frustrated grunt escaped his lips, drawing back while biting her lower lip along with it gently. In one swoop, Morris used his arm to empty the table, pushing the empty plates and dinner wares to the other side.

"Come here," He commanded, his tone was firm but benign. His hand held her luscious thighs, pulling him closer to him.

Out of instinct, Churu clung onto his nape as he pulled her closer, her legs spread as he stood in the middle. That second she felt his crotch underneath his pants, Churu bit her lower lip as the accumulated heat in her lower region welled up.

Morris checked the table and spotted the fork that survived from his action. Hence, out of urgency, he tried to reach it. Yet, Churu sniffed his bare shoulder, caressing it with the tip of her nose.

"Al…" Her actions, that were akin to a hungry kitten tasting her food, caused him to halt from reaching for the fork that might disrupt them later.

"What?" Feigning innocence, Churu giggled as she placed soft kisses on his shoulders to his collarbone. 

"Wait," He sighed, his soldier throbbed as a response from the smooching sounds she made that were music to his ear. "Uh, Al…" Under his breath, he called out. However, her sneaky hands rubbed his bulging soldier, trying to break free from his pants.

"This is fine, right?" Churu smirked, stroking the outline of his angry rod from outside of his pants. "I'm hungry, but I want you to enjoy it as much as I do." She smiled approvingly, gesturing to him not to mind her even if she has to starve a little more.

"*sigh*" A deep sigh slipped past his lips, letting her hand stroke him down there. "I'm no angel, Al. I am born with natural greed. Of course, I'll take my precious time while indirectly punishing you for being naughty…" Morris paused, deciding to take caution of the fork later once he lay her down.

"How can you leave me for a long time without a word?" He complained softly, frowning as he squeezed her tender thighs. "You have to make up for it." He mumbled, pulling her closer, which caused her to stop stimulating his soldier that was crying for her.

"En," Churu pursed her lips into a thin line, guilty of the crime of ghosting him for a few weeks without a word. 

"Good." He smiled, placing his hand on her chin as he guided it up lightly. When she looked up at him, Morris stared at her lovingly for a long time as he engraved her pretty small face in his mind. "I'm happy." He muttered, closing in for a kiss.

"Me too," She answered in his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her arm snaked around his neck as she arched her back, pressing her bosom against his solid chest.

Morris stilled the back of her head, pressing his lips deeper against hers. He could feel that the middle area of his pants slowly started to soak as she wasn't wearing anything under this shirt. Yet, as his friend down there was being blessed by her love juices, it also thrilled it, cursing the thin cloth restraining him from skin to skin contact.

Regardless, he continued. Morris set his hands on her hips. He then slowly moved it upwards, dragging the hem of the shirt up, tracing her side curves as it revealed her flat tummy. It rolled up until she raised her hands up, which granted him to take the shirt off easily.

"Lovely," He complimented, adoring her heavenly body that was more than what a real angel could offer. May she be a fallen angel or a demon. That didn't matter to him. Whatever she was, be it a dumpling or this pretty lady, his heart beat the same for her.

"Dessert is being served, my human." Confident by her body, Churu threw her arms on his shoulder, bearing a wide grin on her lips. "Eat, chu~!" She encouraged him. The tip of her nose to play against his, before she initiated a deep kiss.

"Of course, I will." He murmured, biting back as his fingers trailed her bare back. It traveled smoothly down her bottom, his other hand stilling the back of her head.

Morris laid her down carefully, as if she was the most fragile thing he had ever held. As he laid her down, he adjusted her position, pulling her mellow bottom closer to him. Her overflowing honeypot touched his impatient rod. Upon sensing the poor guy, Churu wrapped her legs around his hips, slowly moving her waist as she shared a passionate kiss with him.

"You're so naughty…" He whispered as her movements didn't sooth his hungry friend, but rather, teased it to have what he couldn't at the moment. The strong urge of his erected soldier to dip inside her soon made him lose focus of the list he wanted to do to her.

"Not yet," He reminded himself, not caring if she could hear him as she giggled. "Ugh… you make me lose my mind, Al." Morris complained, burying his face in her delicate, unclad shoulders. "I want all of you." He whispered, trailing kisses on her collarbones down to her perfectly sculpted breast.