The Consummation (2): 18+

Long Yat-sen bowed his head over her core. His tongue entered, slid, and lapped over her folds. Shao Lin cried out as she grabbed a fistful of his hair, grinding against his mouth. Nothing had felt like this before. Not with her fingers in the dead of night or the instruments she used for assistance. It became boring, and it felt nothing like the real thing.

Long Yat-sen was so carefully attentive to her that she knew she would come apart like this.

"Right there," she gasped as he moved against her slowly.

He then lifted her thighs upward, opening her wide, as Long Yat-sen put the full force of his mouth over her. Shao Lin screamed, shuddering from pleasure. He put a finger inside her then, and she stilled as she felt him enter and pull out slowly, only to shove his finger back in. She was going to come like this, and as if Long Yat-sen knew, feeling the tightening of her pussy around his finger, he said, "Not yet."

"I need to," she sighed.

He shook his head. "Not yet. Hold it," he repeated as a gentle command.

Shao Lin listened. She tried to hold back as she felt his mouth return to her once more, his fingers entering her. His other hand was on her clit while his tongue glided over it, his fingers working in and out. "Yes. Yes. Yes," she chanted breathlessly. "Yat-sen…"

After she called his name, she felt him move faster, harder. "Anytime now," he said, and Shao Lin felt relieved, as she could no longer hold back what was leaking out of her. She rode his mouth, his fingers into rough final waves until she bowed her head, coming apart against him. "Yat-sen," she cried out again as her legs shook, giving him what he was waiting for. He feasted and drank from her, letting the tremors settle in his mouth.

Shao Lin collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, and she watched as he pulled himself apart from her. His lips had glistened from her arousal, and her eyes widened when he put his fingers to his mouth, tasting her even more.

Long Yat-sen looked at her with satisfaction, at her bodily response to him.

They were still half-clothed when Shao Lin reached for him. She pulled him by his tie, clashing their mouths again. She kissed him hard, biting his lower lip. He met her with equal eagerness as her hands dropped to his pants.

Long Yat-sen reached for her too. He slipped the rest of her wedding dress from her waist, and then his arms wrapped around her, flicking the bralette off her breasts until she was fully naked in front of him.

His eyes roamed over her body with something like admiration and awe. He took in the embarrassed sight of her and said, "Beautiful."

Shao Lin could not help it any longer. Her hands went to the buttons of his white shirt. She removed them one by one until she reached his waist.

Long Yat-sen then slid off his dress shirt and the undershirt too. Shao Lin's eyes went wide when she glanced between his torso, his chest, his waist. He was muscled everywhere from his abdomen to the sides of his torso where his external obliques were. She wondered how hard he must have trained to have a body as perfectly crafted as his.

There was a stark black tattoo of a dragon over his pectorals, his chest.

She then knelt on the bed in front of where he stood to get a better look. She dragged her fingers over the intricate details of the lines and scales inked on his skin. Long Yat-sen watched as she dragged a hand over him, staring at the parts of his body attentively.

He was indeed a Prince of the Dragon. His dark hair was tousled over his blue eyes. His broad chest exposing what he was, is. This dangerously beautiful man had done unspeakable things with the same hands that held her gently, and yet she was not scared.

Shao Lin took one of his hands, placing it over her rapid beating heart. He looked at her with a heavy-lidded gaze. She dragged the hand she held over one of her breasts. He squeezed, dragging a sigh from her throat.

Long Yat-sen removed the pins from Shao Lin's hair with his other hand, letting it fall loosely over her shoulders. Shao Lin shuddered as she reached for his pants, cupping his erection over the fabric. He hissed where she touched and teased him, his throat bobbing.

Her fingers worked and then stumbled at the belt of his pants. She removed it, tossing it aside before she unbuttoned and unzipped him.

Long Yat-sen put a hand to her wrist, stopping her. "Are you sure?" he asked, painfully hard. Shao Lin could see it was taking every ounce of him to hold himself back. She knew that if she said no, he would stop. He would walk away without protest and question.

Shao Lin pecked him on the lips as she smiled wide. "Yes. Are you?" she questioned back.

Long Yat-sen nodded as he moved over her, tumbling over the bed. He kissed her mouth, her jaw, her neck, her breasts. "I waited a long time for this…Xiaolin," he breathed against her skin.

Shao Lin thought it was endearing that he used her childhood name. A name she considered long forgotten. She wrapped her arms around him as his hands went to pull down the rest of his clothes until he was naked above her. She felt his erection poke against her inner thighs as it leaked with anticipation. She wanted him inside her now. Badly. One of her hand's reached for his cock, as he shuddered, "Give me a moment."

Shao Lin tilted her head, her hair falling over. Long Yat-sen read her confusion and said, "I feel like I'm about to come, but it's far too soon. Especially since I want to be in my wife for as long as I can."

Shao Lin flushed, kissing his lips with understanding. She waited until he started moving against her. He was not inside her yet, but he slid his cock against her folds, his pre-cum mixing with her wetness. Pleasure and tension formed where their bodies met, and Shao Lin could not stop moaning.

They kept moving until Long Yat-sen slid an inch of his cock inside her, the rest not fully sheathed. Shao Lin's face tightened. "Gentle," she breathed. "It's my first time."

Shock. Pure shock was written all over his face.

Had Long Yat-sen thought she done it with…? Shao Lin shook her head. "Never. Not with him."

Long Yat-sen took a moment to recover from his daze before he bent down to kiss her hard, knocking the breath from her. She responded by kissing him back, duelling his tongue with hers. Her grip on him tightened as he began to move inside her slowly, letting her adjust to him.

He groaned. "I will be gentle," he said as he pulled out. Then back in. Then out. In.

He rocked his hips against hers, moving so painfully slow that she nearly begged him to take her all at once. He kissed her face, taking his time until her pain turned into pleasure.

The pain receded, so Shao Lin matched his movements, her hips meeting his waist. He started to move faster, building the other climax she was about to have when he suddenly stopped, his cock deep inside her. "Who am I?" he asked.

Breathless, Shao Lin replied, "Long Yat-sen."

He pulled out most of his length. "Say it again."

"Long Yat-sen," she breathed as he slid all the way back in. She moaned.

"And who is fucking you?"

"You are…my husband," she answered.

Satisfied by her response, Long Yat-sen pulled out and then sheathed himself all the way back in again. And again. And again. Shao Lin gasped, pleasure rippling from every point of her body. She held him as he slapped against her, fucking her pussy until she was screaming, "Oh, god."

Erotic sounds filled the room, and Shao Lin was thankful Long Yat-sen's apartment was grand. She was so loud beneath him, and she was afraid of being heard by others.

Long Yat-sen went hard and fast, bucking his hips. Shao Lin felt herself about to come apart again. Her centre tightened then, squeezing him, milking him. She watched as his jaw tightened, his brows closing in, groaning as his release erupted inside her. Shao Lin then came again, her body trembling from the aftershocks beneath him.

When they finished, breathing hard, Shao Lin held onto Long Yat-sen as he kissed her face everywhere gently. "Thank you for being gentle," she whispered to him, dazed. "And then not...when I needed it."

He kissed the upper corner of her mouth. "It is I who should be thanking you, Xiaolin."