Chapter 51: Walking and Having Sex

Monica wanted it a bit, but couldn't bring herself to say it. She supported his body with both hands and tried to get off of him.
Steven stood up, lifted her up, and pressed her onto the bed. He lowered his head and kissed her, their lips and tongues intertwining.
He spread her legs apart, slowly thrusting his waist, repeatedly brushing against her inner thighs with his already erect organ, with friction and alternating actions.
A burning and hard member pressed against her soft and tender mound, rubbing against the entrance, causing the fluids to spread, wetting her thighs.
The unobstructed friction of their genitals made Monica feel numb and itchy, unable to resist reaching out to grab his shoulders, holding him tightly, and unconsciously moaning.
Indeed, she desired it.
Steven held his penis, gently pushing his glans against her entrance, slowly inserting it amidst her moans and gasps. The wet and hot vaginal flesh eagerly swallowed his thick and strong shaft.
She was stretched to the point of trembling, a sob escaping her throat.
After only a few seconds of inserting just the tip, Steven suddenly pulled back.
As he pulled out, the corona of his glans grazed against the soft and tender flesh, causing the stretched entrance to contract in sensitivity, only to be left with a void of emptiness.
Monica opened her eyes, looked at him through a hazy mist.
Steven held his penis, lightly patting her entrance, splashing some fluids. "Do you want it?" he asked.
She refused to answer, pretending to want to fool around.
So, this time, he entered even shallower, almost pulling out as soon as he stretched her entrance. He used the hard tip to tease her swollen clitoris, but he refused to give her satisfaction.
Every time she was about to reach climax, he would stop and play with her entrance. He watched as her desire grew, as her legs kicked uncontrollably.
After repeating this several times, Monica couldn't stand his teasing anymore. She surrendered and beguiled him, rubbing her leg against his waist and calling his name in an indistinct voice.
"What are you calling me?" he pinched her cheek.
She yielded, saying, "...brother."
"Call me husband."
Monica opened her lips, looked at him with a somewhat embarrassed glare, her cheeks flushed. She didn't call out, instead, he toyed with her lip with his fingertip.
"Hmm?" he prompted.
She pursed her lips with determination, but her inner thigh was suddenly thrust by him.
Although it was a familiar force, the imagined pleasure didn't come as she had expected. It was like scratching an itch over a boot, intensifying the emptiness within her body.
With just one thrust, she relaxed her tightly closed lips, almost being forced out with a sob. "Husband..."
He patiently asked, "What does my wife want me to do?"
"Steven, don't... uh!" Before she could finish her sentence, he pinched and kneaded her clitoris. Monica let out a moan, her breathing becoming urgent and heavy.
"Brother... not... husband... insert... inside..." she gasped.
"Ask me."
"Please... husband... give it to me..."
Her voice was the best aphrodisiac. Steven's desire surged, and his organ grew another inch. The glans pressed against her thigh, and a drop or two of clear fluid even dripped from the tip.
The process of tormenting her was also tormenting himself. He couldn't hold back any longer and squeezed her chest before turning to grab a condom from the bedside table.
He hadn't planned for this and hadn't prepared anything.
Fortunately, the hotel service was considerate enough to have a ready supply in the drawer.
He tore it open, put it on, and held her waist, inserting himself into her wet opening.
The process of joining was both unbearable and pleasurable, and both of them were gasping for breath almost simultaneously.
Steven wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing his waist heavily, pushing aside the layers of squeezed flesh, and making a sticky sound as he penetrated deeply.
Monica trembled slightly with her waist, and suddenly a satisfying feeling of being full filled the emptiness instantly.
Her wet entrance instinctively clamped down on the thick and hard shaft, squeezing and twisting it, causing him to inhale softly and making her moan in pleasure.
Her wet and soft opening swallowed his shaft, tightly gripping the base and pulling it inside. The heavy testicles slapped against the entrance with his movements, almost completely stuffing the soft flesh, creating a vivid and decadent scene.
"Baby, you're so good at gripping." He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, breathing heavily. "You took it all, you're such a good girl."
After speaking, he held her legs that were wrapped around his waist and slowly straightened his upper body.
As he lifted her, her buttocks lifted, and her waist almost hung in the air, losing her balance. The feeling of tension overwhelmed her, and her breath was held in her throat.
The next second, he thrust in again, his glans slamming against her cervix, making her whole body feel numb. Even her legs were trembling.
"Ah..."
Monica couldn't bear the deep and powerful thrusts. Her moans were unstoppable, and her eyelashes were wet with glistening dewdrops that seemed to fall at any moment. Her clear and bright eyes were misty with desire.
The hard and thick shaft forcefully penetrated her soft entrance, stretching it wide and creating immense pleasure with each gentle friction.
The tip of his penis pressed against her cervix, pushing the soft flesh inward. The continuous rubbing and crashing caused waves of fluids to gush out, as if a valve had been broken, drenching him and making him unable to suppress a low gasp.
She was as soft as a puddle of water, involuntarily clamping her legs and contracting, her fair-skinned body being rammed, her full and round breasts swaying in a mesmerizing manner. He reached out and grabbed them, lightly patting them from time to time.
Being pleasured with one hand on her breast and the other thrusting into her wet entrance, Monica's body became numb both on top and bottom.
She helplessly held onto his arm, her fingertips almost sinking into his muscle, her breath carrying a hint of a sob.
"So deep... mmm... don't be so rough..."
The scene of her being taken so forcefully the last time, causing her to lose control and become angry, was still fresh in her memory.
Steven was worried that she would reject intense sexual encounters, so he decided to take it slowly.
He restrained himself a bit, lowered his head to look at her expression, and gently but firmly thrust into her, slowly reaching the heart of her entrance, stirring up a lingering water sound that made her moan and pant, her eyes becoming a reddish haze.
"Does it feel good?" he asked in a low voice.
He eased up on the intensity, his body still feeling pleasurable, but Monica felt a bit unsatisfied. "Mmm... it feels good... harder, baby... harder, husband..."
The trailing moans were like hooks, sweet and tickling the heart.
He slapped her buttocks, "Call me husband."
She trembled all over from the stimulation, and her tight entrance tightened even more, intermittently moaning, "Husband... harder..."
He straightened his waist and gave a few forceful thrusts, splashing water, making her cry out in pleasure, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, showing that she enjoyed it despite her words.
Steven didn't go all out, but the old bed in the hotel seemed to be unable to withstand the intensity, creaking with every movement.
"The squeaky shaking sound was really harsh on the ears. He simply lifted her up from the bed, and Monica, startled, tightly clung to him, asking, '... What are you doing?' 'It's too noisy, let's change places.'
Steven walked around the room while holding her. This was Monica's first time trying this position.
With each step he took, his penis ruthlessly thrust inside her, the glans pushing open her flesh, driven by his footsteps, hitting some unknown spot, arousing a bone-chilling pleasure.
The footsteps caused his penis to quiver and thrust upwards, and her body fell downward under gravity's pull.
She feared the unorganized collisions, sobbing as she bit his shoulder. Afraid of falling off, she had to tightly hold onto him, unable to evade his deep thrusts.
'No... stop... don't go anymore...' She couldn't bear it after just a few steps and collapsed onto his shoulder, trembling, and ejaculated. The dripping fluids flowed down and soaked the floor.