Chapter 11 Mid-Levels Central
Mid-Levels Central
The afternoon sun spilled golden across the vast white bed in Aaron Lam’s Mid-Levels Central penthouse bedroom.
Soft jazz played through hidden speakers, rotating between an eclectic but still pleasing mix of retro soul, dream pop, Spanish guitar and, of course, cinematic orchestral pop directly from Aaron’s films.
Natalie lay completely naked on her side, propped up on one elbow, her head resting gracefully in her hand. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulder and across the pillow. One leg was bent, the other extended, giving her body a long, elegant line.
In front of her, also fully nude, stood Aaron. His lean, refined physique was highlighted by the natural light as he gazed back and forth between her and the large contemporary ink painting hanging on the bedroom wall.
“I love how this piece captures the tension of the city,” Natalie said softly, her voice warm and relaxed. “The way the artist layers traditional brushwork with those sharp, almost chaotic lines… it feels like Hong Kong itself… rooted in history but constantly pushing forward.”
Aaron nodded, his smooth, cultured voice replying with genuine appreciation. “That’s exactly why I bought it.”
Then: “It’s deceptively calm at first glance, but the longer you look, the more restless energy you feel beneath the surface. Much like you, Natalie.”
His dark eyes drifted from the artwork back to her nude form, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her tits, and her pussy nestled between her legs.
“Oh, Aaron,” she said with a sigh. “Whenever you speak to me about art, it stimulates my mind. And, whenever you stimulate my mind, it makes my pussy wet.” Her gaze drifted to him. “Only you understand me, Aaron.”
He smiled at her. “Oh, darling,” he said, “And only you understand me. We are a perfectly matched set. Both with keen intellects, exquisite taste and a deep appreciation and love for each others’ mind, spirit and body.”
“Speaking of taste,” she said, “can I entice you to apply it again? My pussy is wet and longs for your tongue.” She smiled.
Aaron laughed softly. “Darling, yes, I would very much like to taste the sweetest part of your body again.”
Natalie smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. She shifted slightly on the bed, stretching her body languidly under his gaze.
With deliberate grace, she rolled onto her back and parted her legs, spreading them wide for him. Her smooth, pink pussy was already glistening with anticipation, fully exposed in the soft light.
Natalie licked a finger then put it between the folds of her pussy, drawing it slowly across her clitoris, making her body shiver in anticipation. “Oh, Aaron, I am ripe. Taste me and you will have the sweetest, juiciest fruit that my body can provide.
Aaron’s eyes darkened with desire as he climbed onto the vast bed and settled comfortably between her thighs, his face hovering just inches from her pussy.
The music softly switched to Spanish guitar.
Natalie laid her head far back, closed her eyes, just listening to his voice and the music and focusing her attention on the sensation of his tongue upon her pussy.
Aaron sighed. “Lying here like this, your pussy looks like one of those delicate ink washes by Lui Shou-kwan—soft folds and hidden depths, full of quiet power and beauty.”
His tongue enjoyed those soft folds and hidden depths, kissing each one of her inner thighs as well.
Natalie sighed, her fingers threading gently through his hair.
Aaron didn’t rush.
He started with long, slow licks, dragging the flat of his tongue from the bottom of the entrance of Natalie’s pussy all the way up to her clitoris, savoring her taste.
He repeated the motion again and again, each lick deliberate, letting the warmth of his breath tease her sensitive skin between strokes.
Aaron had known many women and knew their pussies well.
He was like an expert surgeon: he knew which of Natalie’s places could be stimulated further, which were fully stimulated and needed rest and which had recovered such that they could start the whole process over again.
“Mmm,” Aaron hummed against her, the vibration making her hips twitch. “So beautiful. Your body is like the finest porcelain sculpture downstairs—elegant curves, flawless texture. And this pussy… it’s the most exquisite part of the artwork.”
Aaron parted her folds gently with his thumbs, exposing her pink inner lips and the swollen bud of her clitoris. He circled it softly with the tip of his tongue, then licked broad strokes over it, alternating pressure.
Natalie’s breathing deepened, her tits rising and falling as she relaxed into it. He took his time exploring every inch—lapping at her entrance, dipping his tongue inside her, then returning to swirl around her clitoris with patient devotion.
“You taste like heaven,” he whispered between licks. “... and your nude form against these sheets is pure art. The light plays across your skin the way it does on those contemporary pieces at M+. It is timeless and modern all at once.”
“M+?” Natalie moaned.
“The museums in the West Kowloon Cultural District.”
Natalie laughed softly. “Of course. I had forgotten that.”
“No matter.”
He sealed his lips around her clitoris and sucked gently, rhythmically, while his tongue flicked lightly underneath.
Natalie moaned softly, her thighs trembling around his shoulders.
Aaron slid two fingers slowly inside her, curling them upward to stroke her inner walls as he continued licking and sucking her clitoris with focused care.
The wet sounds of his mouth filled the sunlit bedroom, mixing with Natalie’s growing gasps.
The first orgasm built gradually.
Aaron sensed it and maintained his steady pace, never speeding up, simply deepening the pressure of his tongue. Natalie’s back arched, her fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
As her pussy pulsed against his tongue, Natalie cried out, “Aaron… oh God…”
He kept licking her throughout it, gentler now, drawing out every shudder until she melted back into the bed, breathing hard.
“My pussy… my tits…” Natalie moaned.
“Yes, of course, darling,” Aaron replied.
He lifted his head just enough to smile at her. “Look at you. Flushed and glowing like a classical painting brought to life. Your pussy is so responsive, so perfect. I love how it opens for me, like a rare flower in a private gallery.”
Aaron dove back in, this time using flatter, broader strokes of his tongue across her entire pussy. He licked from side to side, then up and down, covering her completely. Natalie’s entire body trembled.
His hands caressed her inner thighs, occasionally sliding up to gently knead her tits and roll her nipples between his fingers.
The combination made Natalie writhe slowly on the sheets, moaning.
He spoke again, voice husky but still smooth. “Your body is a masterpiece of Hong Kong fusion—traditional beauty with a bold, modern edge. These hips, these tits, and especially this pussy… it’s like the best contemporary art. It makes me want to study every detail for hours.”
“Yes, Aaron,” she replied, arching, yearning. “Yes, study every detail.”
“Of course, darling.”
For the next long stretch, he focused entirely on long, luxurious licks.
He would pull back slightly to blow cool air on her heated flesh, then warm it again with his mouth.
He traced the shape of her outer lips, then delved deeper, fucking her slowly with his tongue before returning to lavish attention on her clitoris.
Natalie’s second orgasm arrived like a slow tide, rolling through her body in deep, powerful contractions as she moaned his name.
Aaron didn’t stop. He eased her through the aftershocks with feather-light licks, then gradually built her up once more.
“You’re exquisite when you cum,” he murmured against her slick folds.
“Your pussy clenches so beautifully, like it’s trying to hold onto the pleasure. I could watch and taste you all day.”
He changed his technique slightly, sucking one of her outer lips into his mouth, then the other, before focusing on her clitoris again with tight, precise circles of his tongue. His fingers continued their gentle thrusting inside her, curling and stroking in perfect rhythm.
Natalie’s third orgasm hit her harder. Her thighs clamped around his head as she cried out, hips lifting off the bed to press her pussy more firmly against his eager mouth.
Aaron groaned in pleasure at her response, the vibration intensifying everything.
He licked her steadily through it, savoring every twitch and flutter of her sensitive flesh.
“You’re glowing,” he said softly as she came down, kissing her inner thighs. “Your nude body is like the most treasured piece in my collection—something I want to admire and please for hours. This pussy is my favorite artwork of all. So pink, so wet, so perfectly made for my tongue.”
He settled in even more comfortably, wrapping his arms around her thighs to hold her open.
For a long while, he simply licked her with slow, adoring strokes—up, down, side to side—exploring every fold and crevice without haste.
He told her between licks how her body reminded him of specific artists: the graceful lines of traditional Chinese ink painting, the sensual confidence of modern Hong Kong female sculptors, the intimate vulnerability captured in certain contemporary photographs.
Natalie’s fourth orgasm came after nearly twenty minutes of this unhurried devotion. It was deeper, longer, leaving her trembling and gasping, her skin flushed and dewy with sweat despite the gentle breeze from the open terrace doors.