[Warning: MQC and YQM are hornballs. You have been warned!]

Qian Meng's nail dug into the flesh of Mo Qingchen's forearms, which she had gripped tightly in hers and he groaned loudly. She wasn't sure if the biting pain had anything to it. It could have been a groan of pair or that of pleasure.

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Pleasure of her sitting on top of him, rolling her hips so that his cock slid between her folds effortlessly. She wasn't exerting too much energy, considering that the doctor had told them that she needed to rest and there would be no penetrative sex in the recent future.

"Oh, darling…" She cried out hoarsely.

He moaned loudly and she knew exactly why. She had recently taken to calling him darling, mostly during sex. And she was delighted to find that it drove him wild.

"I'm close—" he bit out through labored breathing and desperate gasping.

He released her hands to grope her ass desperately in an attempt to steady her rhythm. It was of little use. They were both covered in sweat, slipping and sliding against each other as their hips moved erratically. Her hands found his hard stomach as she continued to roll her hips.

The room was filled with moans and whimpers. They were like animals. Instinct had taken over and her whole body was buzzing with the need to release. She had already orgasmed twice because of his talented mouth but she wasn't satisfied.

She had come to realize that she would never be sated with Mo Qingchen. Since she got pregnant, her libido skyrocketed, and then when the doctor restricted their sex life, Mo Qingchen remained the devoted husband who made his wife come multiple times a day.

His erection, though, was often left unattended. He took too many cold showers these days.

At least his insomnia had gotten a lot better.

"So fucking beautiful," he grunted and she felt his abs clench under her palms. Her man was close. So, so close.

"I'm right there…" he responded to her moan.

After coming twice, this one started with the slowest of burns. It ignited in her toes which were curled up against the mattress and spread across her body until she couldn't even think straight. All she could think of was her husband and how much she wanted him inside her.

She imagined that she would clench around him so hard and pull him into her if it were possible. All she wanted was to consume him the same way he consumed her.

The pleasure spread up to her belly and she threw her head back, crying out loudly. Mo Qingchen anchored her in place, not allowing her to fall and she let the fire reach into her chest.

Her orgasm was right there and she was reaching for it. It was true… As her therapist had said, sex with someone you loved completely, someone you trusted and could literally die for was a complete game-changer.

And having a piece of that person inside you was a reminder of that love every second she breathed.

He made her feel like a true goddess. Months ago, when he would say it, she would shy away. Now, she thrived on it. She saw herself the way Mo Qingchen saw her. He had made her capable and ready to love with complete and fearless devotion.

Now, she knew with certainty that she was worthy of him that they were both willing to love each other as they deserved to be. It was him and her against the world.

Whatever the other needed in the relationship, they would fight to get it. She was his in every sense. Her heart, body, and every aspect of being.

"Come on me," she moaned.

It took her a moment to realize that those words had come from her. She hadn't even realized she had been thinking it. It just popped out.

She slowed her movements as she looked down at Mo Qingchen, who was looking up at her with dark and lustful eyes.

"W-what?" he asked, giving her a look like he wasn't sure he had heard her right.

But Qian Meng was unashamed. "Come on me," she repeated.

He swallowed but she knew the look on his face. He was turned on.

"Yeah?" he replied, his voice dripping in honey and lust.

She nodded.

He moved to sit up, withdrawing from her and she was impressed when he picked her up and was on his knees in one fluid motion. He put her down on the bed gently.

She looked up into his eyes as he took her hand and moved it between her thighs. She knew what he was instructing her to do and with a soft moan, she began rubbing circles on her clit.

Her chest heaved up and down rapidly, anticipation bubbling in her stomach as she watched him shuffle towards her on his knees. She broke eye contact to look down between them. He took his erection in his fist and began stroking. It was possibly the most erotic thing she had ever seen and the desperation in her whimper was almost embarrassing.

She could see the spasms of his muscles as he shuffled closer and closer until he found his desired position. He had one knee on either side of her upper thigh. He was right there, looming over her, stroking himself faster and faster as she rubbed away at her clit. He groaned loudly and she knew what it meant. He was right there.

Even then, he gently nudged her hand away to expose her heaving chest fully to him. And then he came on her, grunting loudly with each spurt that coated her breasts.

Her orgasm ripped through her and every muscle in her body tensed desperately, wanting to feel her husband inside of her.

"Yes, baby…" he encouraged through his pants as he came down from his own high. "Come for me."

She whimpered his name and squirmed under him.

He released himself to tend to her, nudging her hand out of the way to replace it with his own. He looked down into her eyes as he rubbed small, gentle circles over her clit. She was left a melting and moaning mess.