Chapter 50: It's Time to Tell Me What You Want

After watching the stars, the two of them returned to the hotel. Monica got out of the car and asked, "Where are you staying tonight? Is it the same hotel as us?"
"Not enough time, haven't booked a room yet," he replied nonchalantly. "Anyway, we'll leave tomorrow morning, so sleeping in the car for one night will do."
It's so cold at night, wouldn't sleeping in the car lead to catching a cold?
Monica made a phone call to inquire, but the front desk informed her that all the rooms were fully booked and there were no extra vacancies.
She looked disappointed and said deliberately, "No more rooms, so you can sleep in the car."
"Alright." Steven sighed as well, playing along.
Monica turned and opened the car door.
Seeing him crawling into the car, she quickly grabbed him and said, "Are you really going to sleep in the car?"
"Otherwise, what?" he replied aimlessly, "Should I set up a tent?"
Monica: ...
"...Because you bought me cake today, took me to see the stars, and brought me so many things in my room, I will allow you to sleep in my room."
She tugged at his clothes, with a compassionate expression, "I reluctantly go and share the room with Lily."
Steven leisurely said, "What? Afraid I'll eat you?"
Although it was a normal sentence, she felt like it was not quite appropriate.
The phone rang again, this time it was Lawrence.
"Sorry, Monica. I've been editing photos until now. I just heard that you drank too much. How are you feeling? Do you want me to bring you some hangover tea?"
It was particularly silent around, so Lawrence's voice came out clearly from the phone and entered Steven's ears.
Monica felt a little guilty under his gaze, wanting to turn around but was pulled back by him.
Because she was worried about what he might do, after responding hastily, she quickly bid goodbye, "Thank you, Lawrence. Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, she heard Steven say slowly, "Oh, ending the call so soon, sounds pretty smooth."
He didn't say anything, just tilted his chin, indicating for her to go back to the hotel first.
She took two steps, turned back, and said, "Let's go back together. It's so cold outside, it won't be comfortable to sleep in the car."
"It's fine."
Monica decisively grabbed his wrist, arrogantly saying, "Consider this an order."
And so, Steven was pulled back into her room.
The hotel bed was not big. If two people slept together, there would inevitably be physical contact. Monica hesitated, but Steven casually said, "I'll sleep on the floor."
And so, they really did it that way.
After turning off the lights, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Steven's voice sounded in the darkness, "What's wrong?"
She asked, "You haven't slept yet?"
"Mhm."
She said, "Oh, I haven't either."
"Mhm." His voice had a hint of amusement this time.
She moved to the edge of the bed, revealing a pair of eyes looking at him, "Isn't the floor uncomfortable?"
"It's alright."
Another moment of silence, Monica turned back over, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.
After a while, a soft complaint came from her, "Steven, I drank too much alcohol, I can't sleep."
But there was no response from under the bed.
She got up and leaned over to look, seeing him lying with his eyes closed, muttering softly, "Is he already asleep?"
Monica quietly got off the bed, stepped on the blanket on the floor, and half-knelt beside Steven.
She gently lay down next to him, testing the comfort of the floor, then frowned and got back up, "It's so hard, it's impossible to sleep like this."
It's amazing that he can fall asleep on something so uncomfortable.
She sat cross-legged beside him, boredly studying his sleep.
I must say, Steven is indeed good-looking; his tall, straight nose, and beautiful thin lips that even when he's asleep, his eyebrows still remain relaxed, as if nothing can trouble him.
She observed him for a while, and suddenly had a whimsical idea, so she picked up her phone and took a picture.
"Click!" The flashlight suddenly lit up, tearing through the darkness in the room, startling Monica.
She hurriedly tried to cover herself, but her hand slipped and the phone fell straight onto the blanket, making a dull thud.
Steven couldn't pretend anymore, and let out a soft sigh.
"Monica, when I came here this time, I really didn't plan on troubling you," he looked straight into her eyes, "but what are you doing now?"
She mustered up her courage and retorted, "You took a picture of me just now, so I took one of you too. That evens it out."
He sat up, just staring at her intensely.
She was familiar with that gaze, filled with desire and possessiveness.
Monica crossed her legs and scooted back slowly, anxiously looking at him. He had given her many opportunities, but she kept on provoking him again and again.
Steven grabbed her wrist and flipped her over, pressing her under him. "I'm no saint, Monica, and even my patience has limits."
The kiss came fiercely, sweeping the air from her mouth. Their lips and tongues entwined eagerly and passionately, licking, biting, and completely adhered to one another, creating a sticky sound of saliva.
Her pajamas were undone, and he had unrestricted access to her smooth and full breasts, massaging them with his fingertips. He paused for a moment, whispering, "No bra?"
She whimpered, "I don't wear one when I sleep..."
"Why are you so defenseless against me?" he lightly nibbled on her lips, while his palm firmly squeezed, "Or is it intentional?"
Monica whimpered again and gasped, reaching out to resist him, "Easy..."
Steven eased his grip, holding the tender and white flesh, gently pinching and deliberately brushing the tip of her rosy nipples, "Like this?"
She buried her head in his shoulder, breathing heavily, without answering.
So, Steven added another hand, holding firmly with one hand on each side, alternating between rhythms and intensities.
The base of his hand pressed against the edge of her breasts, his palm sliding slowly against the delicate skin until reaching the top, then closing his hand, squeezing the soft and full flesh like shaking a tender and smooth milk in his palm, creating an extremely comfortable sensation.
As he was massaging, he used his fingertips to play with the sensitive nipple, occasionally pulling and listening to her throaty whimper, then soothingly pressing his palm against it, his fingertips sinking into the flesh.
After playing with her breasts for a while, she became moist in that area.
Steven released his hands, lowered his head, and bit the sensitive nipple that he had made sensitive.
The coverage area of his lips and tongue wasn't as wide as his palm, but the intensity of his suckling and the teasing of his teeth far exceeded what his palm could deliver.
Patiently, he licked and nibbled, leaving tiny red marks on the tender and white flesh, flicking and sucking on the erect and hard nipple, forcefully pulling it into his mouth, making a sticky "sizzle" sound with his saliva, just like he was nursing.
Monica was breathing heavily, holding onto his unruly head, her fingertips sinking into his black hair, unable to stop herself.
"…Hmm...Stop sucking..." she trembled slightly, and he reached down and touched her through her pants, soaked through.
Steven simply took off her pants, and her wet thighs were exposed in the air. She instinctively closed her legs to hide, but he pressed them apart again.
Steven lay down and patted her waist, indicating for her to straddle him.
Monica was a bit confused, but he comforted her and she slowly sat on his cheek.
If you only look at this scene, it is truly lascivious.
Steven lay down, and she sat on his face with her legs spread apart, pressing her sensitive and tender inner thighs directly onto his face. It felt completely different from usual.
She felt somewhat uneasy and tried to twist her waist to avoid it, but he firmly grabbed her soft buttocks and sucked up forcefully.
Monica couldn't help but cry out. Intense pleasure surged from her legs and made her limbs weak.
She held onto the edge of the bed, unable to bear it, whimpering and gasping.
Her fingertips turned slightly white from exertion, and her sensitive entrance was completely engulfed by his mouth, his tongue teasing and sucking lightly or heavily.
Her waist trembled, and she moved slightly, as if meeting his actions, allowing his tongue to lick even deeper inside her, stimulating her to the point where even her toes curled up and her panting grew heavier.
The tip of his nose pressed against the soft flesh of her thigh, poking her tiny clitoris with every movement, making her tremble more violently.
She couldn't help but want to hide, but he held her waist firmly, forcing her to sit on his face and endure his forceful licking and biting.
While Steven ate her out, he also kneaded her buttocks, occasionally giving a light pat, causing her to continuously contract her entrance. The flow of liquid from her lower body was so strong that it almost overwhelmed him.
In the end, Monica couldn't support her waist anymore and leaned to the side of the bed.
She propped herself up with her elbows against the edge of the bed, panting and sobbing, saying, "...I'm going to come...gentler...ahh...don't lick there..."
The climax came quickly and pleasurably.
Monica slowly regained her senses and climbed down from him, collapsing weakly in his arms.
Steven helped her up, holding her hand and making her sit on his lower abdomen, letting her move her hips and slowly prolonging the residual pleasure.
The sensitive inner thighs after climax rubbed against his firm abdominal muscles, and the tingling and sore feeling made her unable to resist softly gasping. Her lower abdomen unconsciously trembled, and fluids oozed out from her entrance.
The wetness soaked his abdominal muscles.
Monica swayed, and her buttocks accidentally touched his hot and erect penis, causing her to shyly retract, but soon involuntarily rubbed against it again.
Steven touched her lower back and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want it?"
Monica had already been pleasured by him, her body controlled by desire, her eyes filled with affection, but she hesitated due to her pride, biting her lip and refusing to answer.
"If you want it, just say it, baby." His low voice was particularly alluring in the quiet room. "I've said before, as long as you want it, I will satisfy you."