Chapter 37: If you stop I’ll suspend you (R18)

The words landed between them like a seal.

Lin Tian pressed forward slowly.

The head of him was already inside her—Smooth, scalding, still fluttering from the climax on his fingers — and the rest of his length followed in a long controlled slide that made Zhao Wen’s breath leave her in a broken rush.

Years of quiet opened around him. Slick heat gripped every inch. His dual core turned hard under the lock and drank the first full surge of her Alluring Yin as it woke properly, no longer a wave held back but a tide that recognized a partner and tried to pull.

Zhao Wen’s head tipped on the pillow. Dark hair stuck to her throat. Her hands locked on his shoulders, and her hips stuttered once as if her body were remembering how to take something after too long empty.

"All of it!" she got out.

Hips flush to hers. The full thick length buried. She was tight enough that the last stretch made her thighs shake, and under the tightness he felt the soft deep give of her, the large open shape of her cervix brushing the head of him when he settled at the end of the stroke.

Scalding, soft,built to take more,still clenching around him like she had been waiting.

He did not thrust yet.

He stayed buried and put his mouth on her throat again, open, biting the mark he had left earlier while her Alluring Yin poured into his meridians in a thick adult flood. Mid Foundation held. The core balanced what her art tried to strip.

Full breasts heaved under the open robe against his chest. He reached between them, still without pulling out, and pushed the robe the rest of the way open until the soft heavy weight of her breasts spilled free into the lamp light.

Dark brown nipples. Wide dark areolas, peaks already tight from his mouth and his fingers and the stretch of him inside her. He closed his mouth over one and sucked, slow, while his hips drew back an inch and pushed home again.

"Hngg"

"Feel that," he murmured against her breast.

"All the way in. You took every inch. Your pussy is gripping me like it does not want to let go."

"Shut—" The word broke when he thrust again.

"Shut up and move."

He moved, deep, fast,every withdrawal dragging through the shaved slick grip of her, every return making her nails rake down his back. The art trying to empty his Yang the way she had warned, and the dual core answered by cycling Yang back into her in denser pulses until her eyes went half-lidded and her mouth fell open against his temple.

"Does it hurt."

"No." Her voice was wrecked. "It has been so long it feels..... full, don’t t stop."

He did not stop. He set a steadier rhythm and put his hand between them to find the swollen peak above where they joined, still slick from her climax on his fingers, and rubbed in slow circles while he thrust.

Zhao Wen’s back arched hard off the bed. Her walls clenched. A broken sound tore out of her throat.

"You are going to come again, On my cock this time. Say it." He said against her ear.

"I am not—"

He pressed harder on the peak and drove deeper. Her sentence died. Her thighs shook around his hips. Warm white juices, leaking from her pussy onto the bedsheet.

"Say it."

"I am going to come." The words came out angry and desperate at once. "On your cock. Are you satisfied."

He kept the deep rhythm and the slow circles on her peak until the climax took her.

Alluring Yin spiked. Her walls clamped down in hard rhythmic pulls that tried to milk the Yang out of him in one rush, and the dual core locked, held, fed the pressure back into her.

Her dark brown nipples pointed at the canopy posts while she came around him in long helpless waves.

He rode her through it,deep, steady, forehead against hers, until the clenching softened into wet aftershocks and her hands, which had been pushing at his shoulders, fisted in his hair and she pulled his mouth down to hers. She kissed him through the end of it, lips sliding, teeth, her tongue against his while she was still twitching around the full length of him.

"More," she got out against his mouth.A woman who had just remembered what a cock felt like at the end of every stroke. "If you stop I will suspend you."

Lin Tian’s dual core roared.

He hooked his hands under her knees and folded her open on the silk, thighs toward her full chest, the shaved dark-rose of her fully visible around the thick wet length of him and drove in deeper.

"Look," he murmured,"Look at how you take me. Dripping down onto the silk every time I pull back."

Zhao Wen’s eyes dropped between them despite herself. She saw the stretch of her own dark brownie-rose lips around the thick base of him, glossy, swollen, and the sight made her walls flutter hard enough that he felt it in his spine.

"Filthy," she whispered.

He thrust harder. "Does it feel deeper like this. With your legs up. Tell me."

"Yes...Yes....deeper!! The end of you keeps— keeps pressing!"The word broke on a moan.

"Against the soft part inside you. I can feel it. Soft, like it was made to take a cock all the way." He held her thighs and fucked her steady, the wet sound of it filling the sealed room.

"Have you ever come from being pressed there. Be honest."

Zhao Wen’s head tipped back. Tears at the corners of her eyes, not pain.

"I do not know. No one has—"

He drove in and stayed. Rolled his hips so the head of him ground against that soft cervix. "Come for me again,from this."

She did.

Quieter than the first.Her whole body locking around him, Alluring Yin howling, Mid Foundation holding, the sealed room filling with the sound of silk and skin and a practical woman coming apart for the second time.

He stayed buried through it. Kissed the tears at the corner of her eye,let her shake. However he slowly kept moving his dick in her pussy, his breath was touching her neck.

When her eyes focused again he was still hard inside her, still watching her face.

"You matched the first pull of my art," she got out, voice raw. Her hand found his face. Thumb at his mouth. A wreked, satisfying smile appearing on her lips."You are cute."

She pulled him down and kissed him again, slower this time, almost soft, almost the opposite of the angry need from before and against his lips she whispered:

"Do not you dare finish yet. I am not done, turn me over."

Lin Tian withdrew in a long wet slide that made her breath hitch. Zhao Wen rolled onto her stomach on the red-black silk, dark hair a river down her back, then pushed up onto her knees. Full breasts hung heavy under her.

The shaved smooth line of her was sticky and open from the first two climaxes, dark brownie-rose lips swollen, threads of her arousal stretching and breaking. She looked back over her shoulder once, flushed, eyes clouded, the practical mask nowhere and that was enough.

He gripped her hips and pressed back in.

Deeper from this doggy angle. The head of him found that large soft end sooner, and Zhao Wen’s arms folded under her until her cheek was on the pillow and her back was a long curve of fair skin.

Thapp... Thapp... Thapp.

He set a harder rhythm. Skin against skin, the wet sound of it filled the room.

"My Hairs" she got out.

He gathered the dark heavy sheet of it in one fist and drew her head up just enough that her back arched and her throat was bared. From this angle he could see the side of her face flushed, mouth open, the elder gone.

"You wanted more," he said against her ear while he kept the deep rhythm. "Take it."

Zhao Wen pushed back to meet every thrust. Full breasts swinging under her. Dark hair in his fist. The years of arousal cracking further with every slap of his hips against her.

"Mhnnn, yes.. yes.. yes.. yes.. Ohh yes! It’s going out, it’s—"

Streams of thick cum flowed from her pussy, his penis was stuck inside, it couldn’t flow completely, it just kept dripping down quietly.She came a third time.

He slowly pulled his penis out of her pussy and started rubbing it on her pussy lips, up, down, up, down, then slammed into her tight, slippery hole.

She had said she was not done.

He would finish when she was past the ability to bear it.

Her eyes glowed, Lin felt her pussy tighten, her desires grow. The smell of cold tea filled Lin’s mind.