[WARNING: Scorching under the sun and under MQC up ahead. Read at your own risk. Be sure to get your sunscreen and have a cold shower in your schedule!]

"Okay," he sighed. Slowly but surely, his breathing evened out. She hummed until she started to get drowsy. His steady breathing lulled her to sleep within minutes, her humming grew fainter until it disappeared.

In the end, despite the problems, their night came to a close much more pleasant than Qian Meng had expected.

- - - - -

Mo Qingchen had actually taken days off for both of them. They spent the next few days swimming with sharks and stingrays. They dined at restaurants as they watched the sunset or the stars.

Qian Meng even convinced him to walk down the streets to eat at the roadside stands.

Bora Bora had a unique culinary tradition that infused traditional South Pacific cooking with French, Italian, and Japanese influences. Qian Meng was sure with the amount of food she had consumed in those days, she was going to gain at least twenty pounds. They had fish marinated in coconut milk, Poisson cru, a plethora of dishes with chicken, pork, sweet potatoes, breadfruit, rice, and local fruits and vegetables.

Qian Meng was slowly understanding what Mo Qingchen loved about food. She feared that marrying him would make her puff up like a balloon.

On the last day of their honeymoon, Qian Meng lounged on the open deck in their hut. Mo Qingchen was sleeping and he had been sleeping every night since they got married. Qian Meng had decided to go outside and enjoy some of the warm Bora Bora sun. Her little blue bikini barely covered her bottom but she was happy.

The deck was surrounded by parts of the hut, so she took off her top. Under Mo Qingchen's constant attention, Qian Meng had come to appreciate her breasts.

Maybe they were incredible. Mo Qingchen said so.

She turned over on her stomach, remembering how it felt when Mo Qingchen was inside of her. In these few days, they had more sex than some people have all year. Her worries had slowly melted away over the ways and there was a constant hum in her blood and he seemed to be the only one that could cool it.

All of a sudden, a large shadow blocked the heat, making her shiver in anticipation. Qian Meng's folds became wet as her pulse sped up. It was the scent. Mo Qingchen smelled so damn good and she had grown more attuned to it.

"Why are you out here alone?" he whispered, licking the shell of her ear.

Qian Meng whimpered and tried to sit up, but he held her down on the towel. Slowly, he rubbed his hands over her exposed flesh, stopping when he reached the swell of her lower back. She struggled even harder, which earned her a smack on the butt.

"Let me turn around," she begged.

Instead of giving her what she wanted, he pulled her hands behind her back. "Don't move," he commanded.

Wantonly, she ground her butt into his hand. Now that Mo Qingchen was there, the heat was unbearable.

He pulled off the useless swimsuit bottoms and spanked her again. She groaned and pushed her lower body closer. This time, he bit her left ass cheek, sucking the skin when he was done. She felt liquid oozing out of her sensitive folds.

"Have you been touching yourself so early in the morning?" he asked, turning her head so that they were facing one another.

Qian Meng nodded vigorously, knowing that he liked the game. "I did. I touched myself again." His clear back eyes darkened upon hearing her admit to it with such an innocent voice.

He grunted as he pulled her hair. "Why didn't you call me?"

She shook her head. "I didn't cum. I waited for you to wake up." She blinked innocently.

"Good." With no warning, he got behind her and sank into her wet heat, inch by glorious inch. She screaming, writhing beneath him until he was completely sheathed. She felt him in every part of her body. There was no way she'd ever be able to like another man sexually. Mo Qingchen had ruined her for life.

"Did you like touching yourself? Did you taste yourself?" he asked, pressing his fingers into her hip bone.

"No… no," she stammered.

Mo Qingchen helped her get on her knees so that he could go deeper. One of his hands held her wrists together while the other kneaded her breast. The need to move her hands was so strong that she almost broke her arm.

"Fuck. Easy, Qian Meng," he grunted. He let her hands go and placed a kiss on her neck. His fingers found their way to her clit and he began playing with it as he thrust inside her.

Qian Meng lowered her head on the towel, keeping her hips up for him. He spread her legs wider and continued to ram deep inside of her. She closed her eyes to savor the sensation. The cool breeze mixed with the warm sun made this the perfect setting.

Pretty soon, her first orgasm hit her hard, curling her toes. Mo Qingchen cursed and held onto her tighter for a second before flipping her over, only pausing for a few seconds before burying his girth back inside her.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, inserting his index finger inside. She whimpered at the sensation. "Taste yourself. You taste so damn good. I had to share."

Her eyes glazed over as he pulled out, leaned down, and inserted his tongue where his cock had just been. Dazedly, she tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged. Between his licks, he pinched her nipples. She was so close to coming again, but she needed him inside of her this time.

He blew on her nub.

Qian Meng screamed, falling over the edge once again. Mo Qingchen didn't stop, though. His talented tongue lapped at her juices until she could take no more. She tugged at his hair, prompting him to look up.

Finally, he kissed her mound and crawled back up her body. She was more than ready and he so easily slid right back into her slick heat.