Chapter 361: My Goddess

[Warning: Apologies. These two just can't stop expressing emotions with their... bodies. Please keep your tissues ready.]

She rolled her eyes. "Smooth talker!" she accused.

He chuckled. "I don't know if it was true love or anything back then, but I knew that I lost something. Thinking back to it now, I am sure that I felt the loss of my destiny and my soulmate."

She pretended to vomit and he smirked. 

"You're the one who asked the question. You unleased the romantic fool in me. So, you need to deal with it, Mrs. Mo," he said. He nuzzled into her.

And then she kissed him. 

Qian Meng was woken sometime in the early morning as the darkness of the night just began to lighten. She was awoken by Mo Qingchen pushing his length into her from behind. She was still hugging her pillow, partially on her side and partially on her stomach with one leg straight and the other bent in front of her. 

She moaned on realizing that she was not dreaming. 

"Good morning," Qingchen whispered against the side of her neck. She sighed and shifted against him as she fully awoke. 

"Did you even sleep?" she asked, her voice thick with grogginess. 

"Yes, I just woke up and you looked far too enticing over there for me to not be inside you." He shifted his hips against her, making her moan loudly. "You're so tight like this."

And she knew it must be. Because he felt colossal pushing into her in this position. This was different from the other positions they had tried and Qian Meng could swear that he felt twice as big as he did in other positions when he was already a lot for her to take. 

She felt like she was already clamped around him, so the intensity of the fullness when her greedy body clenched to try and suck him in further was unfamiliar. 

"God, I feel so full of you."

"I'm not even halfway in," he admitted. 

Qian Meng jolted.

"We have to switch positions then. I can't…" she blubbered. 

"Relax," he whispered so softly that she barely heard him. 

She took a deep breath and made an effort to relax all her muscles, focusing on her pussy. She felt herself soften for him and then she felt the rest of him slide into her. Her belly ached with the depth but it was perfect. 

"Shit," she started to swear but the word came out as a loud moan.

He pressed against her sweet spot perfectly.

"Roll onto your stomach all the way, baby."

She obeyed, bringing her bent leg in as she rolled the rest of the way until she was completely flat on her stomach and both of her legs were straight. Mo Qingchen moved with her so that he remained completely inside her, now behind and on top of her. 

This, she was familiar with. But last time, during their honeymoon, it hadn't felt like this. Qian Meng felt him everywhere: in her, on her, around her. He completely enveloped her and she loved it. 

Her tightness must have made him feel incredible because he uttered an incredibly garbled sentence that she couldn't make out. He pulled out and thrust back in a couple of times experimentally to find his rhythm. She could feel the resistance slowly ebbing away. 

"Does it feel good?" she panted. 

"You have no fucking idea," he answered. 

She clenched around him even tighter and he groaned. 

"Fuck me…" These words were in contradiction to the ones said earlier in the night. But she felt his love despite it. No matter if their lovemaking was gentle or rabid like wild dogs, she would forever feel the intensity of his feelings consume her in their private moments. 

"You want me to fuck you in your pussy?" he asked gruffly, his voice dripping sex.

She hummed. 

She felt him shifting behind her. His hands were planted firmly inches away from either side of her head. With her head turned, he had a perfect view of his straining muscles as he held himself up.

His hips moved and he slowly thrust into her. He pulled out just a little and then more and more with each passing stroke. She closed her eyes and felt the extra force he was exerting to push past the resistance of the tightness without overwhelming her. As he thrust into her harder and harder, his breathing grew heavy. 

He glided right over every spot that made her go wild. Every thrust was harder until he was pounding into her and the noises of sex surrounded them. 

"My goddess…" he groaned incoherently. 

She loved that it was her body that provided him with pleasure that made him a blubbering mess of need. 

"Take me," she encouraged breathlessly. 

She tilted her hips just a little and moaned in appreciation at succeeding to find the perfect angle. The result was immediate. Her wetness increased tenfold and he began to slide In without any resistance. 

She cursed at the new feeling, her voice hoarse. 

His hips slammed against her harder and her body rocked up and down to meet him eagerly. She saw flashes of white behind her closed eyes. She was pinned down between Mo Qingchen and the bed and she couldn't move. She couldn't do anything but lay there and encourage him as he took everything he needed. She had no other choice than to absorb the intensity of the pounding he gave her. 

She took it with delight. 

She felt herself starting to ripple around him, her body sucking ravenously at his length. 

There was a pressure building in her, so she concentrated on it. Intense wasn't even the right word for it. It was almost like she had been holding her bladder for too long and she was going to burst. Not a stellar comparison, but everything was outweighed by the onslaught of pleasure. She opened her mouth to scream but it was too intense and she couldn't even make a sound. She lay prisoner as it wreaked havoc on her body.