The Greenhouse: 18+

Shao Lin returned to the apartment, as she kept herself busy until night came.

She wore a pink lacy nightgown, reading a book, propped on the same bed she shared with Long Yat-sen.

It was past midnight when she watched as her husband entered the room, surprised to see her awake. "I thought you'd be asleep," he said to her.

"Where have you been?" Shao Lin questioned.

Long Yat-sen's eyes widened slightly. "I usually leave early in the mornings for work, and then I do not return until late at night."

Shao Lin glanced away, pouting. "We've only been married a day, and you were already too eager to leave my side?"

Long Yat-sen's face paled as he took steps toward her. "No," he began, panicked. "I didn't expect you to wait. I'm not…used to someone waiting up for me."

Shao Lin crossed her arms with a Hmph. "Well, then, get used to it."

Long Yat-sen reached for her then, taking her in his arms. He cradled her head on his chest, breathing in her scent. He behaved as if he missed her just as much as she missed him. Shao Lin could not believe that being separated from him for a day would lead to feeling this way. She leaned onto the warmth he offered, nestling onto him.

"I'm sorry," he began. "I didn't mean to make you feel alone today…this is all very new to me."

Shao Lin felt the same way. Their relationship was entirely new, different. But they had to work on some things to make their marriage work. "I wanted you home for dinner."

"I will be here for dinner tomorrow," he responded softly.

Shao Lin's lips curved upward. "I want you home every day for dinner."

Long Yat-sen looked at her. "Then I will be here every day to eat with you."

This was a start. Shao Lin reached up to kiss him. Long Yat-sen grasped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply. "I want to show you something," he breathed against her mouth.

Shao Lin tilted her head in confusion. He then grasped her hand in his and said, "Come with me."

Shao Lin stood up and went with him. It was dark, but she let Long Yat-sen guide her to what looked like the entrance to the roof. Long Yat-sen opened the door, allowing the wind to caress their hair. He turned on the lights, and her eyes went wide when she saw a greenhouse. She took slow steps toward it, looking through the glass. "It's not finished," Long Yat-sen began. "But I've been building it since I found out we were engaged."

Shao Lin's lips parted as she stared at him speechless. He did this for her?

He continued, "I know it does not compare to the garden at your estate, but I know you love to grow things, so then I thought, why not by our penthouse? Our unit was looking a little too modern anyway."

Shao Lin kept glancing between the greenhouse and her husband, eyes wide. "I love it," she whispered, reaching out to look through the glass. There were potting benches, seeds, water butts, and waste bins. Nothing was planted, but it motivated her to make the greenhouse Long Yat-sen built for her come alive.

Long Yat-sen smiled. "I'm used to building things for technology and architecture, but it seems I have taken my appreciation for horticulture for granted. It isn't easy when you don't know where or how to begin. Nature and Nurture are some things that I lack in science."

Shao Lin grinned at him, and the sight nearly made him winded. "Leave it to me," she said, her smile widening, her arms wrapped around him, hugging him tightly. "I will begin tomorrow. Thank you. I'm very excited."

Long Yat-sen held her. He put a hand in her hair, raking his fingers through her soft locks. He looked enraptured by her reaction as well as her beauty. "Are you sore from yesterday?" he asked, his voice husky.

Shao Lin blushed. She looked up into his glacier gaze. "Yes."

His eyes glinted as he kissed her forehead gently. "I suppose I have to make you feel better."

Her face turned red. "Yes…um…but I think it will hurt again if we have sex too soon?"

Long Yat-sen chuckled. "It won't hurt anymore, but do not worry. I won't fuck you tonight. Just let me pleasure you."

Shao Lin blushed. She then took Long Yat-sen's hand as they went their way back to the bedroom.

Inside, Long Yat-sen angled her head, kissing his way down her smooth throat. His hand bunched in her hair, pulling it back. Shao Lin placed her hands to his chest, sighing against his sinful mouth.

He then let her down the bed gently, caging his arms on either side of her. He trailed down to her breasts, dragging her nightgown with his teeth. Shao Lin stifled a moan as she felt Long Yat-sen circle her nipple with his tongue. She clutched his hair as he moved, kissing between her breasts, her navel, down the very centre that ached for him to be.

"Flip over," he said.

Shao Lin widened her eyes. She bit her lip in answer, listening to his command. She flipped over, her nightgown bunching over her waist. She arched her back, her rear facing him. She watched as Long Yat-sen licked his lips.

He then knelt, pushing her thong alongside her thigh.

She gasped loudly when she felt the first lick of his tongue from behind. "Yat-sen..."

Long Yat-sen licked and licked, kissing her flesh, soothing it with his lips. He spread her legs, planting each hand to each cheek of her rear, arching her back further into the bed to gain full access.

"You taste so good. I could do this as many times as you want and I'll never tire." He then entered her flesh with his tongue, holding her as her legs shook, feeling pleasure all over.

She cried out. It felt so good, but Shao Lin wanted something bigger, something longer, but she knew she would not be able to handle the full force of him that night.

She then moved her rear in motion, meeting every single one of his tongue thrusts. Long Yat-sen was merciless with his mouth, but she did not want mercy. No. She only wanted him harder.

"More," she cried out.

He obliged.

Long Yat-sen left her for a moment. Shao Lin whimpered when she felt empty, but then he slid beneath her spread legs, positioning her to sit on his face.

She screamed his name when he found her again.

In this position, she felt him more, everywhere, all at once. He put his hands to her hips, guiding her to ride his mouth. She matched his movements, careful not to put her full weight on him.

But Long Yat-sen demanded her to put more force, to let him as deep inside her as she could. It felt wonderful, and she wondered what it would be like to have his cock like this. She blushed, thinking about it, but that would be for another time.

Her husband sucked, nibbled, and flicked against her as one of his hands came from behind, entering her with two fingers. His tongue worked her clit, as his fingers thrust inside her rapidly, making suction noises.

She moaned as she rode his face, taking everything he gave her.

"I'm going to…" she did not finish what she was saying when she shook, climaxing, trembling on him. He drank, nearly sucking her dry, and she bit her lip when she came again, gasping for air.

Her arms were limp by the time he finished with her. She tried to catch her breath as she reached for him.

"Not tonight," he said to her, his mouth wet with her release. "As much as I would love to have your hand or mouth wrapped around my cock. I fear I won't let you stop there."

He would take all of her, she realized.

Shao Lin's cheeks pinked. She nodded as exhaustion was about to claim her. She slid off him, as Long Yat-sen stood and left. He returned ten minutes later with towels.

She wondered what took him so long to get them, but then she was too tired to question him. She let him clean her, gently rubbing her flesh with a wet and warm fresh cloth. Shao Lin then re-positioned her nightgown before curling up against him, sleep claiming her right away in his arms.