Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

The dishes were done in record time, and Xue Ning could still hear the TV from the living room. The soap opera Night Market Lovers was playing, so she knew her family wouldn’t be paying much attention to anything else.

“Are you going to shower now?” Xue Ning asked.

“Probably a good idea to do it now,” Jingwei said, taking a cursory look outside at how her family was staring riveted at the TV. “I don’t want to fight with them for the shower. But -” Jingwei frowned, suddenly remembering something important. “I left my toiletries at the motel! I’ll have to go back -“

“No need,” Xue Ning cut him off quickly. “You can just use some of our toiletries! I’ll get you a towel. As long as you’re not using half a bottle of shampoo and shower gel, it’s fine.”

“But what am I going to wear?”

“Nothing.” Xue Ning blurted out, and Jingwei raised a confused eyebrow before a smirk grew on his face.

“Oh ho ho I see someone has been thinking – ouch ouch ouch – please let me go Your Highness,” Jingwei whimpered as Xue Ning,face red, tugged harshly at one of his earlobes.

“What I meant to say is that it’s nothing that you’re used to,” Xue Ning said, clearing her throat.

“Right,” Jingwei said, giving her a saucy wink, “I love how you’re trying to deny – ow ow ow – Xue Ning if you keep tugging my ears, I’m going to end up looking like Dumbo the elephant!”

“That’ll be an upgrade, since you’re already Dumbo the human,” Xue Ning snarked. “I’ll get you clothes from my brother to wear.”

“Your brother will hate that.”

“Exactly.” Xue Ning smiled, and finally let go of his poor abused ear, but not before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Go and shower, and when you are clean I can finally let you see my bedroom.”

Xue Ning then pushes him into the bathroom and closes the door in his gobsmacked face. “I’ll hang the towel outside!”

Jingwei was left standing alone in the tiny bathroom as he heard the sound of Xue Ning’s footsteps get softer. Did she just…

He smirked to himself. His wife could deny it all she wanted, but deep down, she was just as hungry for him as he was for her! Xue Ning helped with dishes just so she could sneak him into her room later. He would laugh, but that might attract undue attention.

Instead, he decided to fulfil his wife’s wishes. He immediately stripped and put his clothes on top of one upturned bucket, letting the warm stream of water wash over him. Normally, he would stand under the spray to relax, but this time, he was on a tight timeline!

He quickly washed his hair, but when he reached for the shower gel and took a quick sniff, he realised that it smelled kind of familiar… ah, this was the same one that Xue Ning used!

His cock stirred as he recalled the last time her scent enveloped him. He hurriedly switched to cold water just to calm himself down as he scrubbed his body clean. There’s no point in wasting his precious energy now, stroking himself off when Xue Ning could be doing it for him later.

He quickly pulled the towel hanging at the railing, wiping himself dry before wrapping it around his waist. It was honestly tiny enough that it felt like he was putting on a miniskirt! He then cautiously opened the door just a crack and peered around.

“Psst. This way, hurry.” Xue Ning gestured for him to follow her, and he hurriedly tiptoed after her, feeling like a thief. She pulled him into her room and closed the door.

Now they were alone, and Jingwei was nearly naked in front of her. He smelled clean and fresh, and like her. Xue Ning gulped, trying to tear her eyes away from the sheer expanse of tanned skin and developed muscles, only to end up staring at Jingwei’s handsome face.

Jingwei smirked.

“I would ask if you got clothes for me, but I have a feeling you don’t want me to wear anything,”

“Ahem. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Xue Ning said, pretending to be unaffected. “Your clothes are right here.” She pointed to her drawer, but Jingwei made no move to approach it.

“If you say so!” Two can play at this game. If Xue Ning wanted to pretend she was fine with him walking around with only the tiniest towel on his waist, he would oblige her. “In that case, can you show me around your room? I’ve never seen this part of the house before.”

“What’s there to see?” Xue Ning retorted as Jingwei began to poke around her room, still in that skimpy towel. Infuriating man. “Here’s the study table. Here’s my bookshelf, here’s my bed.”

“Everything here is cuter than expected! You must have really liked this character design.” Jingwei said as he picked up Xue Ning’s alarm clock.

It had a surprisingly adorable design – there were cute pink rabbits all over it. A quick glance around the room showed that there were more than one of such designs – an old soft toy on her cabinet, bunny stickers with their colours faded stuck randomly on her cupboards.

Jingwei could just imagine Xue Ning as a small young child, holding up the stickers with a serious look on her face while she decided on where to put them, only to stamp them randomly on her cupboard.

“Put that down, it’s fragile” Xue Ning groused, her face red. Now it was becoming embarrassing for another reason! Her room hadn’t changed since she was a kid, so now Jingwei was getting to see all her embarrassing childhood obsessions.

Xue Ning had never even brought a boy to her bedroom, because there was never anyone that she trusted enough. And now she invited Jingwei, who was a nosy motherfucker rifling through her things, yet she didn’t want to kick him out.

“Sure, I want to take a look at this instead anyway. Aww, you were such a cute kid!” Jingwei said as he picked up a family photo. Xue Ning was wearing a poofy pink dress that threatened to swallow her whole. Three members of her family were smiling, but Xue Ning was so obviously scowling at the camera, looking offended beyond belief.

“So small, so grouchy. You look like a murderous cotton candy.” Jingwei cooed fondly. He hoped their future daughter would look as cute as Xue Ning in the photo. He would spoil her silly. “Did you bite the photographer in your adorable glory after he took this photo?”

“Aish –  give it back!” Xue Ning tried to snatch it from his hand, only for Jingwei to raise it above his head as he laughed. She tried to reach for it, but to her surprise, Jingwei used this chance to press her body against his. She flushed, feeling the warmth radiating off his body.

“What are you doing?” Xue Ning whispered, not able to take her eyes off his magnetic gaze.

“Something you clearly wanted me to do from the very beginning,” Jingwei said, and began devouring her mouth eagerly, cradling her face in his hands as his tongue began exploring the familiar cavern of Xue Ning’s mouth. It was testament to how badly Xue Ning wanted him that she didn’t even mutter a token protest.

Instead, she tugged him down and they both fell on her bed, with Jingwei above her as they continued to make out like horny teenagers. Jingwei’s hands drifted under her shirt, squeezing her breasts.

“You didn’t wear a bra -” Jingwei choked out in surprise. This was a new development! Xue Ning was definitely wearing one when they were still washing the dishes (not that he was purposely looking, but still, he noticed things about his wife).

Xue Ning flushed a darker red. “Why? You don’t like it? I’ll go put on one -“

“No!” Jingwei exclaimed and Xue Ning shushed him quickly. “And you say you weren’t planning on seducing…”

Jingwei’s voice trailed off as his brain stopped working. Xue Ning had whipped off her T-shirt in one easy motion, and all the blood in his brain went to his crotch.

“Wow. Wow.” He muttered breathlessly, his hands roving over her exposed breasts as Xue Ning laid down on her bed. He leaned down to drop a quick kiss on her lips, before slowly moving down her neck to the valley between her breasts.

“You’re so gorgeous, you’re going to kill me.”

Xue Ning let out a little whine, tugging away that tiny towel circling Jingwei’s hips. Thanks to Jingwei’s sizable erection, the tiny towel covered practically nothing now, and she dumped it unceremoniously on the floor.

“Remember to be quiet,” Xue Ning whispered, and then gave him a good firm stroke that had Jingwei’s body shuddering with want. He hastily stifled the moan that threatened to emerge.

“Xue Ning, darling, that’s a bit hard to do,” he said meaningfully, glancing down at his cock.

“Do it anyway,” was her heartless reply, as she continued to stroke him. “I was going to suck you off, but if you don’t want to behave…”