Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Xue Ning still had a disbelieving look on her face, but she let Jingwei do what he liked as he filled the bathtub with water. To her, a bath was just a bath – the only thing that made it different was the fact that this time, Jingwei would be inside with her.

Possibly inside her in the tub too.

That thought sent a deep flush throughout her entire body. Now that she had a taste of what orgasms with Jingwei were like, she couldn’t help but think how much better she could feel with his cock inside her. She shifted her thighs, trying to ignore the growing tingle between her legs.

Meanwhile, Jingwei smirked internally even as he prepared to be busy setting up the bath. Xue Ning had forgotten that the bathroom boasted a huge clean mirror that of course reflected every bit of Xue Ning’s unknowingly naughty thoughts. He could see her face reddening under the bathroom lights, and decided to give her a bone.

“Hey Xue Ning, do you want to take a shower first?” Jingwei asked, pretending to be oblivious. “Then you can just get in the bath immediately after. It’s about done – I chose the bath bomb with a vanilla scent.”

And true enough. The bathroom was soon filled with the sweet mild scent of vanilla as Xue Ning stripped naked and quickly stepped into the shower.

Jingwei whistled a cheerful tune, because he actually had ulterior motives for choosing this particular scent – this was the scent of the shower gel Xue Ning used in the hospital bathroom, this was the scent that enveloped him when he got to finger her to orgasm for the first time.

Call him a sentimental man, but now vanilla, a supposedly plain and simple scent, was quickly becoming one of his all-time favourites.

And he hoped that this familiar scent would also remind Xue Ning of what happened between them. He had a feeling she was interested, but he also had to account for the fact that they weren’t living in a happy world of two any longer.

What if Xue Ning felt too self-conscious at the thought of sleeping with him because of their new house guests? He would find Shang Jing and shoot him himself!

So he was going to use all means and ways to increase his chances. He wanted to remind Xue Ning of how good she felt while she was shivering under his ministrations, begging sweetly for another orgasm. He licked his dry mouth, feeling his pants tighten at the memories that flooded his mind.

He was going to give her a repeat performance – no, he was going to give her an even better experience. He had a lot of experience in baths after all. Xue Ning would have no idea what hit her.

“Okay I’m done, move,” Xue Ning said briskly, stepping out of the shower without a towel covering herself. Jingwei stared at her and sucked in a breath – now, without the bloodshed, panic attack, and the hesitation of their earlier relationship, he could fully feast his eyes greedily on Xue Ning’s wet naked body without feeling guilty or ashamed.

And her body looked even more heavenly than he remembered! The way rivulets of water ran down her smooth skin and reflected the warm light of the bathroom bathed her in a golden glow. She was a goddess sent down to bless him! A heavenly figure of love and lust, he would forever worship her full breasts and build an altar of her hips, devote his life to ensuring she would go mindless with sex –

“Oi. Stop gawking and move, I’m getting cold,” Xue Ning muttered, swatting to get him to step aside so she could get into the bath. She wasn’t self-conscious initially, but Jingwei had stared at her with so much naked desire that she was getting embarrassed. Xue Ning didn’t feel cold, it was impossible to feel cold when Jingwei’s gaze set her body aflame.

She pointedly ignored the wetness growing between her legs as she sank into the bath, pointedly not looking at the bulge in his pants.

“Aren’t you going to go shower too?” Xue Ning asked. “You were a sweaty mess. Shoo.”

“Yes. Of course,” Jingwei replied, as though he was in a daze. His eyes were replaying the view of Xue Ning in the tub, the sexy curve of her breasts still visible over the water, her skin a beautiful pink. Her nipples were teasingly hidden by the foam.

Such an utter tease.

He eagerly stripped naked and accidentally doused himself in icy cold water.

“Shit shit shi ahh it’s cold!” Jingwei yelled to himself as he tried to wash. Xue Ning snickered from the bath. What an idiot. But she liked this idiot.

“Then join me in the tub to warm up then,” Xue Ning said, and she could only smile smugly as she heard the clattering of multiple bottles from the shower stall as Jingwei registered her words.

Oh, it felt good to get the upper hand sometimes.

Then Jingwei actually emerged from the shower, every muscle of his on display as he gazed at her with dark hungry eyes. Even the tendrils of hair nearly dropping into his eyes couldn’t conceal the lust they had.

And his cock was still hard, despite the cold shower.

The ache between her legs grew stronger, and more wetness flowed out of her. She flushed at the thought of bathing in water with her own juice, and squeezed her thighs closer together to alleviate the need.

“Don’t worry, I definitely will,” Jingwei promised, stalking to the tub with predatory purpose, delighting in the way his wife’s mouth fell open as she stared at him.

If Jingwei kept on looking at her like that, she was going to climb him in the bathtub, and that would be a huge safety risk. What if they drowned and cracked their heads against the bathtub rim, and Ming Guang had to open the door for them and see her naked body?

She would rather die!

At that thought, Xue Ning vowed to keep her hormones under control. She instinctively shifted up so he could sit behind her, and she leaned back against his warm chest.

Then she felt it. His hard cock was pressing against the cleft of her butt.