Chapter 129: On the bed [+18]

We reached the house without anyone seeing us. The path was empty. The only light came from the low fire still burning in the main room and the faint violet glow of the crack far behind us. I carried her inside and kicked the door shut with my heel. The sound was loud in the quiet.

Qing Yan didn’t speak at first. She kept her face against my neck, arms loose around my shoulders. I could feel the damp patch of her robes where they clung between her thighs. Every few steps she made a small, tired sound — a soft "mmm" or a shaky exhale.

I took her straight to the bed and set her down on the edge. She looked up at me, hair half-loose, robes crooked, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, the mark on her neck .

"Barry," she said, voice hoarse. "You–You’re still hard."

"Yeah."

I pushed the robes the rest of the way off her. She let me. In the low light she was completely bare. Soft breasts with tight nipples. The curve of her stomach. The wet shine between her thighs. She shivered but didn’t cover herself. Her eyes stayed on mine.

"Lie down"

She did. Slowly. I knelt between her ankles and spread her knees. She was soaked. Pink and swollen, folds shiny, a thin strand of slick stretching when she opened wider. Wetness smeared her inner thighs. Her entrance clenched, then relaxed. Her clit was swollen.

"You’re dripping," I said. "I can see all of it."

Her face went red. "Because of you. Because you keep–. It makes me..."

I licked her once, slow. She cried out — "ahh~—!" — hands flying to my hair. I ate her properly after that, tongue flat through her folds, then sucking her clit until she was moaning, "uhmm... hngg... mmm... Barry, your tongue—". Two fingers inside her, curling, and she came hard, shaking, "ahh—! I’m—uhmm—", more wetness. Her expression was open, eyes half-closed, mouth parted, brows drawn.

When I moved up over her she was still panting. I lined up and pushed in slow. She moaned the whole way — "ahh... uhmm... so big... Barry"— as I filled her. Tight. Hot. I stayed still once I was deep, feeling her pulse around me.

"M–Move," she whispered. "Please. I want to feel you."

I started slow. I pinned both her hands above her head with one of mine, fingers laced, and fucked her steadily. The bed creaked. Wet *schlick* sounds every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the motion, soft and full. I bent and sucked her nipples, one then the other, tongue circling, mouth pulling until they were stiff and wet. She arched, voice breaking.

"Barry—ah—your cock so deep—I can feel you hitting—uhmm—right there—"

"You feel perfect," I said against her breast. "So wet. You’re soaking me."

She bit her lip, then let out a shaky moan. "Harder. Please. I want to feel you lose control a little. I want—ah—your hands holding me down while you fuck me."

She was talking something that she shouldn’t and after hearing her like this i start losing control i went Harder. Deeper. Her breasts bounced more. Her expression shifted — eyes glassy, mouth open, small sounds spilling out with every thrust, "ahh... uhmm... hngg... yes—". She came again, hands trapped in mine, crying out "ahh—! Barry—don’t stop—I’m coming—", walls pulsing hard around me. I kept going through it, not slowing, fucking her through the aftershocks until she was whimpering and oversensitive but still pulling me deeper with her legs.

I didn’t come yet. I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up. She gasped — "ahh—" as her ass rose in the air. Round and soft. I could see everything: her wet pussy still open and shining below it, clenching, slick dripping down her thighs. I gripped her ass, spread her a little, and enter in from behind.

She cried out into the pillow, "ahh—! Barry—". I fucked her hard like that. One hand on her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, watching it move with every thrust. The other reached under to rub her clit. Wet sounds louder from this angle. Her ass bounced. I leaned over her, sucked the back of her neck, then reached around to grab her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples while I pounded into her.

"Your hips," I growled. "Fucking perfect. Look at you taking me."

"Barry—ah—don’t say something –it’s so deep like this—uhmm—I can feel you everywhere—don’t stop—please—fuck me harder—"

Her voice was wrecked. Sexy and Broken. It made me thrust deeper. I held her hands behind her back with one of mine and kept going, rough and steady. She came again, shaking hard, "ahh—! too much—I’m—hngg—", milking me. I still didn’t finish inside.

I pulled out, turned her onto her back again, and pushed back in from the front one more time. Her expression was dazed, eyes wet, lips parted. I fucked her slow and deep while I sucked her breasts again, holding her hands above her head. She moaned continuously now, soft and high, "uhmm... ahh... Barry... I can feel you so deep... you’re so hard..."

When I was close I pulled out. I stroked myself over her, watching her face. She looked down, eyes half-lidded, and whispered, "Come on me. I want to see it. I want to feel it on my skin."

I came hard across her stomach and breasts, thick and hot, watching it stripe her skin while she moaned softly, "mmm... ahh...", chest rising and falling. Some of it dripped between her breasts. She looked down at it, then up at me, expression soft and wrecked.

She reached for my hand and didn’t let go. She lay on her back, chest rising and falling fast. She looked at me with wet eyes already starting to shine. I was hard again — thick, the head slick and glistening. She glanced down at it, lips parting.

"Barry," she whispered, voice shaky. "You–You’re –is this not enough?!–."

"No."

I moved over her. I caught both her wrists in one hand and Her palms brushed my stomach. I shifted her arms so her hands rested flat on my abdomen, wrists locked in my grip, her upper forearms framing her chest. Her breasts sat soft and full between them, nipples tight and pink.

"Like this," I said. "Feel me."

She nodded, eyes glassy. "okay, I want you to fill me. I want to feel you it "

I looked down between us. My cock was thick, veins standing out, the head wet and swollen. I pressed it against her soaked entrance — pink, open, already dripping — and pushed in slow.

She moaned "— ahh... uhmm... Barry... so big... you’re stretching me— " as I sank deep. She was tight and burning hot. I stayed still once I was buried to the hilt, feeling her clench and flutter around me.