Chapter 292 - Far From Done (SPG // CAN SKIP)

SPG CONTENT AHEAD // CAN SKIP

Feng Xuan's body was on fire. She was on fire but she has no intention of putting herself out. Not that Qing Chen had any intention of putting her out either. It was like she was being licked by flames. Everywhere that Qing Chen touched seemed to burn her.

His kisses were still soft and patient—like he had all the time in the world. But Feng Xuan was feeling everything but that. She felt like the world was going to end in a few minutes and she needed his everything. Qing Chen taking things slow only made things more unbearable.

"Qing Chen," she said when his lips made their way to her neck then up to her ears. Her hands on his back could feel his heat. He was no longer warm so how could he control everything?

"Shh," he said and bit on her lobe. 

She whimpered and clung onto him tighter. Her side ached, but there was something inside her that was aching more. She tried to shift her weight and put herself on top of him but Qing Chen's hand pressed down on her waist, holding her into place.

One of his hands gathered both of her and pinned it on top of her head. He looked down at her with curious eyes. "What are you doing?"

"It's taking so long," she admitted quietly.

Qing Chen took in her n.a.k.e.d body and her heaving chest. She was literally aching that she was shaking a little. He smiled down at her. "You just have to patient, we'll get there."

She squeezed on Qing Chen shoulder. "I can't wait for it."

"I'm afraid you'll just have to wait," he grinned and tightened his grip on her wrists.

Feng Xuan's eyes widened. "Oh you're not doing this right now." She raised her knee but Qing Chen pressed it down with his other hand.

"Wife," he said. "Please, trust me."

She stopped fighting but Qing Chen still did not let her move. His lips still travelled down to her chest and once he had one of the top of her bosoms inside his mouth, he let go of Feng Xuan.

Her fingers found his hair almost immediately as she gasped. Her back arched as pleasure zinged to her body. But it was not really helping what was in between her legs. She needed him there, not here.

She subtly tried to push him down and she heard Qing Chen chuckle. To her annoyance, he didn't budge and switch to her other bosom instead, nipping, licking, and sucking, until she was m.o.a.ning again.

Just as when she thought that nothing would happen, Qing Chen's hands slid down in between them and played on her slit, lightly dancing his fingertips on her folds.

"Oh my goodness," she whispered. Her mind was not minding anything but his lips and his hands on her body. It didn't care for the world. 

Qing Chen's lips made their way back up to her lips, passing her neck and jaw. Feng Xuan hugged him, thankful that she was finally feeling the pressure that she needed from his mouth. His lips were more demanding, his tongue assertive when it entered her mouth.

Her mind was slightly taken away when she felt his fingers went down a little more, teasing her opening. "Please," she whispered but the word was drowned in between their lips.

His finger circled her hole and playfully dipped inside for a second, making Feng Xuan shiver. She gripped his nape, "Husband," she said.

"Shhh," he said, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not going to hurt me."

He placed kisses on her cheeks. "Believe me, I will. Just a little more."

Feng Xuan still a little clueless, was underestimating the situation. She was too confident that Qing Chen was going to fit inside her. She thought her body was ready for it.

Qing Chen's mind was honestly going blank. All he wanted to do was make love to his wife. But he wanted to make things good for her. He wanted it to be as painless as possible. He wanted this to be a good memory.

Even his flesh was screaming to just go ahead and do it. But he had to hold on.

He tried again and pressed a finger at her wet opening, slowly pushing it in. Feng Xuan must not have a clue on how tight it was but his fingers could feel it. It could barely move inside.

After a few seconds, he added another finger and Feng Xuan scratched at his back. Her nails were cut but it was painful nonetheless. He sighed at the pleasure of the pain.

She liked it when he kept his fingers inside and pressed on that spot that made her legs shake and mouth to curse every possible word. 

Feng Xuan's hand clutched his and her neck arched, pulling her lips away from his. Her eyes were shut and Qing Chen knew what was happening. She was close. 

He kissed every part that he could reach as her hand tightened on his that was doing all the work. He kept on pressing on the spot until he felt her walls crowded his fingers, making it too hard to move.

Then finally, Feng Xuan was cursing aloud as her legs shook and her walls gave final squeezes and then gone. Her whole body jerked with her soft cries.

Qing Chen pulled his hand away and captured her mouth with his. Feng Xuan was sweating and he pulled the hair that stuck to her forehead. She felt more calm and her hands were soft. It felt like all the tension in her body already left.

"Are you okay?" he asked, kissing the tip of her nose.

"Yes, thank you," she breathed out. "We're not done, right?"

He shook his head. "Far from done." 

His hand got between them again and his thumb found her little button that made her gasp, "F.u.c.k."