Daughters of the Elite - Chapter 106

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“We both need to get up early in the morning,” Song Sheng said to her.

“I know,” she responded quietly, reaching out to touch his face, tracing the lines of his near-stubble jaw. He watched her, entranced, following her fingers.

“I love you,” she said to him.

Song Sheng’s eyes shot up to her, once more, wide. He leaned in to give her a ravishing kiss, a desperate one that told her that he missed her, too, indeed. The kiss was reckless, wet, and heated. She squirmed as he kissed her down, from her chin to her jaw, and neck. His eyes darkened, not closing them, but watching her with a piercing gaze as he marked her body.

Qian Meigui gasped; her body warmed instantly, firing up.

Song Sheng took his time kissing her body, expressing the feelings he harboured from their time apart—the fear, the anxiety, and the longing was what he told her through his movements, nothing else.

Song Sheng returned to her lips, “I don’t participate in one-night stands,” he said to her. Qian Meigui chuckled against the seams of his lips, “I don’t either,” she responded. He was worried that she would disappear again.

In all honesty, she wanted to have s.e.x with him because Qian Meigui was afraid that she would be in danger if she kept searching; but now, Song Sheng was her motivation to keep going, to be safe, for him, for their future.

After receiving reassurance, Song Sheng roamed his hands freely on her body, reaching underneath her shirt. He found her bralette, unstrapping it to touch her supple, ripe b.r.e.a.s.ts, squeezing them as he kissed her. Qian Meigui m.o.a.ned against his attacks, defenceless, but eager in anticipation.

Qian Meigui reached for the hem of his shirt, removing it over his head, revealing his slightly-tanned muscles. The lighting was dim, so she reached up to touch his perfectly, crafted abdomen. He leaned down to kiss her as he returned the favour, discarding her shirt, revealing her body. Qian Meigui knelt on the bed to reach up to his lips; they kissed each other eagerly, fervent.

They both tumbled on the bed, wrestling over the sheets; Qian Meigui’s hair swayed over her bare shoulders. Song Sheng gripped her waist, straddling her onto him. Qian Meigui flushed in embarrassment. Since it was her first time, they had to go slow and steady.

Therefore, instead of immediately entering her, he positioned her to grind on him; Qian Meigui followed his lead. She began to ride him over their clothing for a bit, teasing. Song Sheng’s breathing shallowed, and it satisfied her. Qian Meigui leaned down to kiss him, cascading him with her hair around his face like a waterfall.

She could feel him harden in between her thighs. In his eyes, he held a predatory gaze. His length began to poke her persistently as she held his torso for support, riding and teasing him. It was all too stimulating, and she was starting to feel afraid that they would receive pleasure just by rubbing their bodies through their fabrics; they were that sensitive.

Qian Meigui reached to remove her pants, and she went back to Song Sheng to discard his and his underwear. Even after doing many other things before, she still hasn’t adjusted to the surprise about how big he was; but then probably some unknown deity they never heard about crafted him.

Qian Meigui leaned down to pleasure him, but he stopped her, blushing red. She looked at him, confused, but instead, he flipped her underneath him. His forearm rested above her head; he leaned down to whisper at her ear, “If you suck me off now, then I won’t be able to perform right away,” he said. Qian Meigui flushed, understanding what he meant.

It took longer to pleasure a woman’s body, but men did not need that much time.

Song Sheng reached down to rub the pooling core aching between her thighs. At the first touch and flick of his fingers, she immediately squirmed; her chest rose, trying to control her breathing.

Song Sheng rubbed all over her core, not just inside, but outside towards the most sensitive part of her body. He watched her all this time while teasing her until he slipped two fingers in, one at a time. She grabbed onto him. In his ear, she pleaded that she was ready. But Song Sheng wasn’t done.

He kept his momentum by thrusting his fingers in her, waiting until his hand was soaked. When she came, Song Sheng took his fingers out, licking her juices from his fingers, thoroughly enjoying it.

Soon after, Song Sheng hovered her with his entire body. Qian Meigui’s heart pounded furiously, nervously; this was a bold act between them. And perhaps, that is why they’ve never done anything with anyone else—because they waited for this, for each other, despite all odds.

Qian Meigui was ready.

Song Sheng kissed her gently on her lips, trying to distract her from her trembling body due to nerves and excitement. He gave her meaningful, lingering kisses while he spread her legs opened, inviting him. Song Sheng grabbed his c.o.c.k to place it at the seams of her bud, entering in patiently, slowly, so torturously slow as their bodies merged; but she was grateful for it.

He grunted as he went inside her, taking slow thrusts as he allowed her to adjust to his length. Qian Meigui squirmed, feeling a bit of pain. But he kept moving his h.i.p.s against her, slowly, waiting for her to m.o.a.n in pleasure. After a few moments, Qian Meigui began to feel pleasure rather than pain; he was gentle.

Qian Meigui made sounds and the room gradually warmed with ambiguous sighs and groans from both of them.

Song Sheng grunted as he moved faster, they rocked their bodies, pressed together. He thrusted in and out of her with his member, but he held himself back, wanting to please her more than himself.

Qian Meigui could see from his expression that he was trying not to come early, but she smirked mischievously. She then moved her h.i.p.s, rocking her body in sync with his, and his eyes widened, gritting his teeth hard.

He then unleashed himself with a loud groan at her movements. But Song Sheng didn’t leave her body immediately. He waited. They were lying together, and Qian Meigui wasn’t sure for how long. But then he rose suddenly, his eyes glinting with mischief, and now she felt like she regretted it.

They finally made love, but the second time, he f.u.c.k.i.e.d her.

Song Sheng held her h.i.p.s as he thrust hard and fast against her, and she squirmed loudly at his movements. The room filled with clapping sounds as well as m.o.a.ns and groans.

He didn’t hold back as he kissed her and did her in. But he stopped the kissing as he concentrated on uniting their bodies into one, and the climax sn.a.k.e.d out of her quicker than she expected. After she finished, he came inside her again. Qian Meigui then slumped, her arms and legs heavy. Both of them tried to catch up with their panting breaths.

Qian Meigui was tired, so she fell asleep instantly in his arms, but in the middle of the night, he stirred her awake again. She did not protest, letting him mark her body, again and again, making love and f.u.c.k.i.n.g; there was a difference between the two, but they nonetheless, received their pleasures.

Finally, they slept again, n.a.k.e.d, content, in each other’s arms, tangled once more, not wanting the morning to follow.