"Shut up," she mumbled, continuing.

She felt like a fire had been ignited inside her. All the worries she had outside were put on hold for the moment. She hadn't realized that Mo Qingchen had thought sex with her was disappointing. She now understood that he must have picked up on her mood and tried to make her feel better, but it altered his feelings. She would show him how good she was. He would have no doubt by the time she was done with him.

She kissed his neck slowly, dragging her tongue across his skin and caressing it slowly with her lips. She nipped playfully at his earlobe and then kissed a lingering trail of kisses down his neck to the hollow of his throat. Right then, she kissed below the Adam's apple. She was slow and deliberate with her tongue until she heard him let out a relaxed, soft sigh.

She knew how to get him going, she was recognizing that. Her efforts were rewarded when his little soldier slowly began stiffening and rising up until it was standing up straight and poking against her stomach.

"Happy to see me?" she said in her best sultry tone. She ran her hand down his sculpted chest to firmly wrap her hand around his length. She tugged on him with two slow, firm strokes. He let out a soft, barely audible moan.

She took a lesson from his dirty talking and tried her hand at it. In any other situation, she might have blushed to say such words. "Do you want to feel my pussy wrapping around this thick, hard cock again?" she asked in a husky breath against his neck.

"Yeah," he answered breathlessly, moving his hands to rest on her outer thigh.

She shifted to sit on his thighs. His eyes were closed but he opened when she gave him another firm stroke. Mo Qingchen felt the wetness of her thighs pressed against him and felt his mind become numb.

"I think… I think I want to ride you," she said as she ground against him one more time.

"You can do whatever you want to me.

"That is exactly what I plan on doing," she said, letting go of his shaft and rubbing both her hands up his chiseled abdomen. "I want to ride you until you can't deny…"

"I'm certainly not going to deny you that," he retorted with a smirk.

"Mo Qingche… look at how hard you are for me…" she drawled, keeping up her sultry rendition of a porn star tone.

"What comes up has to come down, you know."

"Oh, yeah?" she answered, raising her eyebrow at him.

"At least, before it gets painful." He tilted his head to the side as if taunting her.

He pulled on her thighs, urging her to get up, so she complied.

"Let's move to the bed," she told him. She led him to the bed and pushed him down on it. He looked surprised for a second before delight took over.

She moved so that she was hovering right over his erection and took it in her hand to rub the head through her folds slowly, teasing him. He let out a frustrated sigh and moved his hips upwards, trying to push into her.

"Eager?" Qian Meng asked with a taunting smile.

"Very," he responded.

She smiled as she finally sank down onto him, slowly taking in an inch at a time. Mo Qingchen moaned and so did she. Qian Meng's really was a natural moan, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't amplifying it just a bit. She squeezed her muscles as she took him in, wanting to make herself as tight as she could for his sake. He groaned, making her smile wider.

Now that Mo Qingchen was aroused and inside her, it was on. She was a girl on a mission.

Mission: make Mo Qingchen cum as quickly as possible.

Qian Meng moaned loudly, but not too over the top as she moved her hands from the bed to her hips, and slowly moved them up her torso. She threw her head back, letting her hair cascade down her back as she arched it.

Her breasts jutted out. She moved her hands up her stomach to cup her breasts and gently pinched her nipples as she moaned again. The pinch wasn't as intense as when Mo Qingchen played with her, but they replicated some of the excitement she felt at the time.

Mo Qingchen twitched inside of her.

"Do you like that?" she asked, tugging on her nipple once again. "You like me touching my breasts?"

Mo Qingchen swallowed thickly, his eyes glued to what her hands were doing.

"Pinch your nipples for me," he said as he rocked his hips up into hers.

She obliged his request and pinched her nipples again, purposefully whimpering as she did so. She took his action as a need for friction and slowly began rolling her hips on him. He moaned and continued to lift his hips to meet her repeatedly.

She leaned over him, hair falling over and tickling his skin. "You make my pussy feel so good," she moaned loudly.

She cocked her head to the side sharply to flip her hair to one side. As she worked her sexy, Mo Qingchen watched her with rapt attention and a little bit of humor.

Qian Meng arched her back in a steady rhythm that matched the movement of her hips. Mo Qingchen's gaze jumped all over her body, from her hips to her stomach to her breasts and then to her face.

He didn't seem to know where to look, and his enthusiasm made Qian Meng giddy. She knew he was eating up everything she was giving to him and it felt amazing.

Mo Qingchen allowed her to control. He wanted her to take initiative and find her pleasure and be shameless. That was what she needed.

"Ride me just like that," he urged throatily as he moved his legs.