NOVEL NEXT Chapter 710: Messing With Bella In Theater
Chapter 710: Messing With Bella In Theater
He wasted no time unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the ground before taking her breasts in his hands again. His thumbs circled her nipples, drawing soft moans from Bella's lips as her head fell back against the tree. Wang Jian smiled, clearly enjoying her reactions. He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down her chest until he reached her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand continued to tease the other.
Bella gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. "W-Wang Jian..." she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wang Jian pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed up at her. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hand sliding down her waist to the hem of her skirt. He lifted it slowly, exposing her lacy panties before his fingers slipped beneath the fabric.
Bella's breath hitched as Wang Jian's fingers found her wetness, teasing her gently as his other hand continued to caress her breast. She bit her lip, her body trembling with desire as Wang Jian's touch became more insistent. She could feel the heat building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his fingers.
"Wang Jian..." she moaned softly, her head falling back against the tree as her body surrendered to the pleasure.
Wang Jian grinned, clearly pleased with her response. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss as his fingers continued to work their magic. Bella moaned into his mouth, her body trembling as the tension finally snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
When it was over, Bella was left breathless, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. She leaned against the tree for support, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Wang Jian smiled, his hands still gently caressing her as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"You're amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.
Bella blushed deeply, her heart still racing from their passionate encounter. She glanced around nervously, relieved that no one had seen them. "Y-You're terrible," she mumbled, though her tone was light.
Wang Jian chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "Maybe," he said with a grin. "But you love it."
Later that evening, Wang Jian and Bella found themselves at one of the city's most luxurious bars. The atmosphere was classy and sophisticated, with dim lighting, plush leather seating, and an extensive selection of fine wines and spirits. Bella, dressed in a stunning red cocktail dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, sipped her drink nervously, feeling a little out of place in such a high-end establishment.
Wang Jian, however, seemed completely at ease. He lounged back in their private booth, a confident smile on his face as he watched Bella with that same predatory glint in his eyes. His hand rested on her thigh under the table, and every now and then, his fingers would trace soft patterns on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"This place is amazing," Bella murmured, glancing around the bar. "But I feel a little... out of my depth."
Wang Jian smiled, his hand moving higher up her thigh. "You look stunning," he said softly, his voice filled with admiration. "No one here could possibly outshine you."
Bella blushed deeply, her heart fluttering at his words. "You always know what to say," she mumbled, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Wang Jian chuckled softly, his hand moving higher still until it reached the hem of her dress. Bella's breath hitched as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, caressing her thigh with a deliberate slowness that made her heart race.
"W-Wang Jian..." she whispered, her voice filled with both nervousness and excitement. "We're in public..."
Wang Jian grinned, leaning in closer so that his lips were inches from her ear. "So?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "We've done this before, haven't we?"
Bella swallowed hard, her body responding to his touch despite her embarrassment. She knew she should stop him, but the thrill of their stolen moments had become intoxicating, and she found herself unable to resist him.
"Wang Jian..." she breathed, her voice trembling as his hand continued its slow, teasing exploration.
"Just relax," Wang Jian whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as his hand moved higher still. "No one will notice."
Before Bella could protest further, Wang Jian's hand found its way to her panties, teasing her gently through the fabric. Bella gasped softly, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Wang Jian..." she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wang Jian grinned, clearly enjoying her reaction. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding her wetness and teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. Bella bit her lip, trying to stifle the soft moans that threatened to escape as her body responded to his touch.
"You're so beautiful," Wang Jian murmured, his voice filled with admiration as his fingers continued to work their magic. "I can't get enough of you."
Bella's heart raced as Wang Jian's words washed over her, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She clung to him, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as her body surrendered to the fire that burned between them.
When it was over, Bella was left breathless, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. She glanced around nervously, relieved that no one had noticed their little indiscretion.
"Wang Jian..." she mumbled, her voice soft and filled with affection. "You're terrible."
Wang Jian grinned, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Maybe," he replied, his tone playful. "But you love it."
The next evening, Wang Jian took Bella to a luxurious theater downtown. The building was grand, with towering columns and intricate architecture that made Bella feel as though she had stepped back in time. They had tickets to a highly acclaimed play, and as they took their seats in the plush velvet chairs, Bella couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
The lights dimmed, and the play began. For a while, Bella was completely engrossed in the performance, the actors' powerful voices and the elaborate sets captivating her attention. But as the play wore on, she began to feel Wang Jian's hand resting on her thigh again, and her heart started to race.
"Wang Jian..." she whispered, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "Not here..."
Wang Jian smiled, his hand moving higher up her leg. "Why not?" he whispered back, his voice melding with that of the movie.
The theater was filled with the low murmur of the audience, all eyes focused on the stage as
the actors delivered their lines with passion and precision. But in the dim light, away from the attention of others, Wang Jian's focus was solely on Bella. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she stiffened when his hand moved higher up her thigh, but there was something else too-a small, excited tremor that told him she wasn't entirely against what was happening.
Wang Jian leaned closer, his lips brushing against Bella's ear, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "No one can see us," he assured her, his fingers gently caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh. "It's just you and me."
Bella's breath hitched, her heart racing in her chest. She could barely concentrate on the play
anymore; her thoughts were a whirlwind of excitement and nervousness. The way Wang Jian's hand inched higher, the heat of his palm against her skin, made her feel dizzy with desire. She wanted to stop him, to tell him this was too risky, but the thrill of the forbidden was too
intoxicating to resist.
"Wang Jian..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "We... we shouldn't..."
But Wang Jian only smiled, his hand slipping further under her dress until he found the edge
of her panties. He paused for a moment, letting his fingers brush lightly against the fabric, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin material. "I know you want this too," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of lust and tenderness.
Bella swallowed hard, her resolve weakening as Wang Jian's fingers continued their gentle exploration. The way he touched her, so confident and assured, made her body respond in ways she couldn't control. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps as she felt his fingers slip beneath the fabric, finding the soft, wet heat of her most intimate place.
A soft moan escaped her lips, barely audible above the sounds of the play, but Wang Jian heard it, and it only fueled his desire. He leaned in closer, his lips pressing against her neck as his fingers began to move in slow, deliberate strokes. "You're so wet," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with arousal. "I can't get enough of you."
Bella's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.
She couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe how easily Wang Jian had broken down her defenses. But as his fingers worked their magic, all thoughts of protest vanished, replaced by a burning need for more.