Cornered by the CEO

Chapter 440: Are You Saying Something? *

Chapter 440: Are You Saying Something? *

"You. Just you," she responded breathlessly. She wanted all of him, any way that she could have. "Please…" she whined, tugging at his hair.

She was bursting with the need for him and couldn't comprehend how she had contained it so far. She must have pushed it down so deep that she hadn't noticed it, but right at that moment, it was all coming back. It was imploding.

She tightened her arms around his neck when he moved away from the wall, carrying her out of the shower and through the bathroom. It was her turn to lavish his neck with kisses. She nipped at the skin and felt victorious at the little sighs and hums he made.

When he finally lowered her down on the bed, she felt like a caged animal who had been free. She pushed herself back until her head hit the pillow and then she sat up, pulling him to her. He held her face as he kissed her, moving as she laid back until he was on top of her.

She opened her legs and he settled between them. When she reached for his hips and pulled him forward, urging him to push into her, he laughed softly against her lips.

And it pissed her off.

"Is something funny?"

Qingchen's hand moved down her side, rubbing her flesh in what she guessed was soothing in his books. "Relax, baby." He kissed her jaw and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades. "I just want to take my time with you."

She realized that she had shot herself in the foot. Qingchen had already gotten off. He was in round two, ready to take it slow and draw out her pleasure. But she was literally aching.

"Qingchen… please—" She shut up, trailing off into a moan when his hand dipped between her thighs and he pushed one finger into her.

"Relax," he repeated. "I am not going to torture you."

But he already was. At least he had provided her with some sort of friction. So, she clenched around it.

"I need you."

He soothed her, kissing just behind her ear. "I know. But your body is still affected by giving birth. I won't be reckless with you. I could seriously hurt you if I don't be gentle and keep my cock away."

Her toes curled as she moved her hips against his hand, silently asking for more. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body to relax, but it was futile. Her body was burning and she knew only one thing could put the fire out. He had to make her cum.

His wet kisses on her neck were not enough to distract her from the pain of being unattended between her thighs. She rolled her hips again and groaned. One finger… one motionless finger was not enough. He had to give her something to work with!

"Mo Qingchen," she bit out sharply, tugging on his hair.

He got the message.

Sweet relief washed over her as he moved his thumb to find her clit and circled gently, soothing her.

"The doctor might not approve of this…" he said as his thumb pressed into her clit. Making her moan loudly. "But I don't care. My baby needs relief. I damn well know my duties…"

'Tell me that with your dick!' she thought aggressively.

His mouth moved lower. "Beautiful," he mumbled to himself as he kissed over the swell of her breast.

She tossed her head back against the pillow, moaning softly as his thumb moved in another circle. It was torture not to have him inside of her as she wanted, but as long as he kept touching her, she would survive.

A fresh wave of blood rushed down as his lips wrapped around her nipple. They had been awfully tender, so his lavishing licks and gentle winding of his tongue around her hardened peak made her cry out.

His tongue moved in perfect rhythm with his thumb. With each pass, her back arched a little higher and her toes curled a little tighter. He sent her soaring.

She closed her eyes and imagined for a moment what it would feel like if his mouth replaced his tongue. The thought of it was enough to make her a whimpering mess.

"Qingchen." She looked down at him as her fingers scratched his scalp.

His eyes shifted up to meet her gaze and he hummed, creating a vibration around her flesh. It had her clenching around his finger once again. His teeth grazed her nipple gently at the same time as he curled his finger up to touch her sweet spot. The spot he knew like the back of his hand.

And she came. She tumbled into orgasm and he couldn't possibly have missed her tightening and pulling at his finger.

He released her nipple and smirked at her, massaging the same spot again. "Are you saying something?" he teased as she cried out. "You're so fucking wet."

She whimpered as she rolled her hips, wanting him to touch that spot again. But he didn't.

"Not yet," he answered at her wordless protest.

Qian Meng didn't know if he was good at reading her face or if he just happened to be thinking the same thing as she was, because his wet and warm kisses trailed down her stomach.

She scratched lightly at his scalp, the way she knew he loved. He kissed her over her hip bone. He stopped there, looking up at her with sweet eyes, asking for permission.

"Go ahead. Godspeed, husband."

It took Mo Qingchen a moment to register what she was saying, but she knew the very moment he did. The inference clicked and his eyes shimmered with joy and love.

For a few long moments, he just stared at her. He eventually opened his mouth to speak but there was nothing to say.

"I love you," he whispered, rubbing his lips back and forth across the skin between her hips. The long scar from the surgery nestled on her abdomen, but it bothered neither of them.

"And I'm yours," she answered, stealing his line.