Chapter158 Trust Me, I'll Make You Feel Good
That night, at Prescott Manor, in the master bedroom.
Miranda came out of the shower, changed into a halter-neck silk nightgown.
She walked to the vanity and sat down, picking up a bottle of body lotion, squeezing some into her palm, slowly applying it to her arms.
A faint fragrance filled the air.
Just as she turned to the side, struggling to apply the lotion to her shoulder blades, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Clifton wore a set of dark gray silk pajamas, the collar slightly open.
His hair was still half-wet, a few strands falling on his forehead, lacking his usual sharpness and carrying more languid sensuality.
The man's eyes swept over her in a circle, finally settling on her smooth, delicate back.
"Can't reach?" he asked.
Miranda nodded somewhat awkwardly. "Mm."
"I'll help you."
As Clifton spoke, he naturally extended his hand, palm up in front of her. The hand had distinct knuckles, long and powerful, with thin calluses on the fingertips from handling guns.
Seeing this, Miranda hesitated for a moment before squeezing a pump of white lotion into his broad palm.
Clifton pressed his palms together, gently rubbing twice to spread the lotion and warm it slightly.
Then, that warm hand slowly descended onto Miranda's bare back.
"Mm..."
The instant the warm, rough texture contacted her cool skin, Miranda couldn't help but shiver slightly.
Clifton's hands were hot.
That thin layer of calluses rubbing against her delicate skin brought an indescribable tingling sensation, like tiny electric currents running down her spine.
"Is the pressure too much?" he asked in a low voice by her ear.
"It's... it's fine." Miranda's voice was somewhat tight.
Clifton's technique wasn't professional, even somewhat clumsy.
But he was very patient.
His palm pressed against her skin, moving slowly down from her shoulder blades, following the line of her spine, circling bit by bit in a massage.
The fragrance grew increasingly rich in the air, mixing with the man's cool scent, weaving an ambiguous web.
The entire back of the nightgown had no fabric covering it, facilitating his movements.
After finishing with the lotion, that large hand suddenly moved up to her nape.
His rough fingertips caressed the slender tie there, as if playing with it, or testing it.
This was the nightgown's only fastening point.
With just a gentle pull...
Before Miranda could react, the man scooped her up horizontally and strode toward the soft bed.
Her body sank into the soft bedding. Before she could sit up, a heavy shadow covered her.
Clifton knelt on one knee beside the bed, hands braced on either side of her, completely enveloping her within his territory.
Looking down from above, his gaze burning.
His right hand still rested on the back of her neck, fingers hooked around that thin tie. With just a little force, he could undo the last restraint.
Miranda looked at the handsome face magnified before her and asked, "What are you doing?"
Clifton curved his lips, his voice low and magnetic, carrying a trace of pleased laughter.
"The gift you gave me today, I really like it."
Miranda froze, then said softly, "I'm glad you like it."
Clifton's body pressed down slightly, instantly closing the distance between them, their noses almost touching.
Their breaths mingled.
"Today, let me help you, hmm?"
The man's trailing tone was full of suggestion.
Miranda turned her head away, hands pressed against his chest. "No... you don't have to."
Clifton caught her restless hands and kissed them, the sensation under his palm soft and smooth.
"Your body tells me you're very tense."
He chuckled lowly, his other hand slowly sliding down along her waistline.
"I'll make you feel good. Trust me."
Back at the restaurant when Miranda had secretly slipped the gift to him under the table, he'd wanted nothing more than to return home with her the very next second.
He wanted to make the woman before him feel pleasure because of him, wanted her to bloom in his hands.
Seeing Miranda remain silent, the man's lips descended on her earlobe, gently sucking.
"Mm!"
Miranda's whole body went soft. Looking at the man gradually seducing her, she could only say, "Turn off the lights... okay?"
"Okay."
As the words fell, he leaned down and planted a deep kiss on those crimson lips.
At the same time, his long knee forcefully pressed between the woman's legs, spreading them apart.
"Click."
A soft sound.
Only the dim yellow wall lamp by the bed remained.
The room didn't fall into complete darkness but was instead shrouded in an ambiguous, unclear warm orange glow.
Even more alluring.
The man's kiss was domineering and passionate.
After an unknown amount of time, in the quiet room, a woman's tearful voice rang out.
"Clifton, that's enough. I don't want any more."
It was the collapse after extreme pleasure, her body unable to bear it.
Miranda's whole body was trembling, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her, wrinkling the smooth silk into creases.
"Be good, almost there. You'll feel good."
The man's low, hoarse voice sounded by her ear, carrying both extreme restraint and coaxing.
Finally, with a high-pitched whimper, everything returned to calm.
The air was filled with a sweet, cloying scent.
Miranda lay limply on the bed as if all her strength had been drained, gasping for breath, her eyes unfocused and hazy.
Clifton propped himself up and dropped a tender kiss on Miranda's burning cheek.
Then, moving to her ear, his voice carried some post-event languidness and satisfaction.
"Did it feel good?"
Though he'd only helped Miranda release, this feeling of controlling her pleasure made him even more addicted.
Miranda's rationality returned somewhat.
Hearing this question, her face instantly flushed red.
She didn't answer, instead directly pulling the blanket beside her and wrapping herself up tightly.
"Ha!" Clifton's chest vibrated with a low, pleased chuckle.
"Shy now?"
He patted the bundled lump through the blanket. "I'm going to wash my hands."
With that, he got up off the bed and strode into the bathroom.
Only after hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom did Miranda cautiously pull the blanket down a bit.
Her whole body was still burning, especially that electric sensation from earlier, still lingering in her body.
Thinking about how she'd actually released in Clifton's hands...
Though it really had felt good, it was very difficult for her to answer that question under Clifton's gaze.
Physical exhaustion surged like a tide. Within a few minutes, Miranda sank into a deep sleep under the drowsiness, her breathing becoming long and steady.
She slept very deeply, naturally not hearing that the sound of running water in the bathroom continued for a very, very long time.
Nor did she hear Clifton in the bathroom, calling her name in a low, suppressed voice.