Chapter 102: Chapter 101: Zwei, Show Me
Zhang Hao, having furiously thrust without feeling the urge to climax, carried Zhao Qing to the bed, had her wrap her legs around him, and exposed her wetness.
That position was something Zhao Qing had never experienced before, and her embarrassment was off the charts the first time she assumed it.
"Nurse Zhao, if you don’t satisfy me, then I’m going back," he said.
Now that her desires were fully awakened, she couldn’t let Zhang Hao leave. Zhao Qing quickly spread her legs and held onto her calves.
"Doctor Zhang, I feel like I’ve become one of those Fleshlights you men use!" she exclaimed.
Zhang Hao didn’t respond, but he indeed felt that way. Having Zhao Qing hold her legs was to ensure she couldn’t move in other ways later on.
He looked down at his member sliding in and out of her, thrusting hard every time just as it was about to slip out.
Each time he hit Zhao Qing’s spot, she would scream loudly.
Just as they were both lost in pleasure, they heard the sound of a woman’s moans coming from the next room.
Zhao Qing, not wanting to be outdone, thought about increasing the volume of her moans.
Zhang Hao might think even more highly of his abilities, she mused.
It wasn’t fair to blame He Chao for calling her frigid before.
It was really because He Chao’s performance in bed was disappointing.
Plus, Zhao Qing had hardly ever felt that pleasure during those times.
It was only since that time Zhang Hao had pulled her into the men’s restroom and she felt him that she finally understood why women were willing to eagerly lick and kiss it so affectionately.
Zhang Hao noticed that Zhao Qing’s reactions were a bit exaggerated, yet it didn’t slow down his movements below one bit.
In fact, he sped up, driven by the squelching noises coming from beneath him.
Zhang Hao also felt a surge of excitement as the woman’s cries from the next room continued nonstop.
It seemed the soundproofing at this hotel wasn’t so great. Zhao Qing was moaning wildly.
Only when her arms nearly gave out did she let go of her legs, yet they didn’t close even slightly.
Instead, she wrapped them around Zhang Hao’s waist: "Give it to me, don’t stop, pound me with your big cock till I’m dead."
Following her command, Zhang Hao continued to pour sweat over Zhao Qing’s body until they were both completely spent.
"Doctor Zhang, how can you be so amazing? You’ve almost made me swell up," she said.
Knowing that place was now a wet mess, but Zhao Qing didn’t dare to wipe it clean, leaving it as it was.
Zhang Hao, however, was doing alright, soon recovering after a brief rest. He realized that wiping their sweat-covered bodies wouldn’t help much.
A hot shower was necessary. Zhang Hao carried Zhao Qing to the bathroom and let her lie in the bathtub first.
Zhao Qing listened to him and just as she sat down, Zhang Hao took the showerhead and began to spray her continuously.
The water was warm and felt comforting on her body, but Zhang Hao concentrated on certain areas.
First, he aimed at Zhao Qing’s soft mounds, then moved between her legs. Zhao Qing felt quite embarrassed, but the sensation was truly comfortable.
Zhang Hao softly ordered Zhao Qing to spread her legs apart, but the bathtub was small, lacking the space available on the bed.
She propped her legs on each side of the tub, and Zhang Hao stepped in and adjusted the showerhead, increasing the water pressure.
He stimulated her folds nonstop, the water jet unceasingly hitting the swollen spot, making her body twist uncontrollably.
"Stop moving, the water jet is missing its target," he said.
Zhao Qing knew all along that Zhang Hao didn’t have her bathing in mind, and he would certainly find ways to play with her.
But now, her body was so sensitive that she couldn’t even handle the slightest stimulus.
"Ah ah ah, stop, please stop, Doctor Zhang, have mercy on me," she pleaded.
Zhao Qing spoke haltingly, begging for mercy. Seeing the pained expression on her face, Zhang Hao turned off the showerhead.
With the water no longer cascading over her, Zhao Qing actually felt an empty ache below. It made no sense; she had barely been able to stand the stimulation moments before, so why did she feel even more uncomfortable now that it had stopped?
Zhang Hao turned the shower on again, directing the spray onto Zhao Qing’s protrusion.
"Mmm, ah, Doctor Zhang, you’re so bad, ah, I can’t take it anymore!"
Watching Zhao Qing’s body tremble uncontrollably, it was clear that she had reached climax once again.
Out of breath and flushed, Zhao Qing truly experienced the joy of a woman this time.
"No more, I really can’t take any more!"
Zhang Hao crouched down, his hand reaching up. The cleft was wet and slippery, his tone playful, "That won’t do, Nurse Zhao still isn’t clean down there."
With that, he grabbed Zhao Qing’s hand, forcing her to feel the wetness herself.
"Nurse Zhao, I’ve never seen a woman pleasure herself. Why don’t you show me?"
Under a man’s gaze, satisfying oneself, Zhao Qing found it immensely embarrassing.
Yet, seeing the eager look in Zhang Hao’s eyes, Zhao Qing thought it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him just this once.
After all, Zhang Hao had given her several unforgettable experiences.
With that thought, Zhao Qing bit her lip, her fingers accurately finding that sensitive nub between her folds.
That spot was incredibly sensitive now, a light touch sending involuntary shivers through her body.
After enduring the first few minutes, Zhao Qing’s fingertip motions gradually sped up, her pink lips deforming under the pressure of her rubbing.
Just rubbing wasn’t enough, soon she was watching two slender fingers penetrate her, sliding in and out.
Two fingers weren’t sufficient, so she added another.
Zhao Qing remembered the two years she spent with He Chao, how she’d satisfy herself this way whenever He Chao wasn’t home.
What surprised her the most was that after all this time, He Chao never discovered her secret.
To maintain her reserved facade in front of him, she could only yearn for those toys, imagining their use in her mind, wondering how they would feel.
As a result, He Chao always complained that she was frigid.
Zhao Qing knew very well what kind of woman she was.
The more she thought about it, the harder it became for her to resist, cursing the inadequacy of her fingers’ length, digging more forcefully.
Until the wave of climax overtook her again, leaving her completely devoid of strength.
By the time the two had finished showering and returned to bed, it was well into the night.
The next morning, the alarm rang for a good while before Zhang Hao reluctantly got up to turn it off.
Zhao Qing lay naked beside him, facedown, her voluptuous breasts shamelessly on display despite her position.
Lifting the covers, Zhang Hao playfully slapped Zhao Qing on the butt, feeling that wasn’t enough, he gave it a squeeze.
"Time to get up, can’t be late for work."
Zhao Qing murmured an acknowledgment but didn’t move. Zhang Hao dressed and urged Zhao Qing to get up quickly.
Fearing being late, Zhao Qing had no choice but to rise. Zhang Hao caught sight of her breasts jiggling as she moved and couldn’t resist pouncing on her to kiss and nibble at them.
Still groggy, Zhao Qing was overwhelmed by Zhang Hao’s eager attentions.
Her nipples were sucked on by Zhang Hao, especially his tongue which kept licking and stimulating.
Zhao Qing closed her eyes, licking her somewhat dry lips.
"Doctor Zhang, let’s take the day off, shall we?"
Zhang Hao didn’t respond because he was busy eating a steamed bun, his hand cleverly parting Zhao Qing’s legs, his fingers probing their way.
