Chapter 59: Initiative

The bedroom remained as quiet as always, with the constant sound of heavy breathing as they kissed, like ripples on a calm lake.
Monica noticed that his hand was still resting on her back, exerting pressure on her uncomfortably.
"Why are you holding me so tight..."
He twirled her loose hair around his fingertips. "I'm afraid you'll regret it."
"Regret what?"
He smiled and answered lightly, avoiding the question. "It's alright, you can't run away now anyway."
After he finished speaking, he pressed his forehead against hers and lowered himself, his tone humble.
"Can we kiss again?" She was addicted to his kisses.
Monica ignored him.
He was too clingy when it came to kissing, and it couldn't end anytime soon.
This physically exhausting act was something they only needed to do once or twice, and not to mention they were still linked together.
She supported herself on his shoulders, her legs kneeling by his side. With a forceful motion, she slowly lifted herself up, her vagina releasing his penis which was now coated in her passionate fluid.
Although the process was not long, it was intolerable. Steven looked down at the point of connection, watching as his thick and hard penis was gradually pulled out from the tight opening, covered in fluids.
The scene was incredibly lascivious.
How could something so small take him in completely?
Monica didn't understand any techniques.
She just hooked her neck around his and moved her hips downward. The walls of her vagina rubbed against and stimulated her nerves, familiar sensations of fullness surged through her once again.
She had only taken in half of him and was already whimpering and gasping softly, her eyelashes fluttered, her gaze gradually hazy.
Her lustful expression was incredibly enticing, making Steven want to fuck her, to make her cry, to make her squirt.
But he wasn't allowed to move. He had to endure her playful teasing, and as a result, his penis became even harder from her suction.
"We can't do it like this, baby." Steven held her waist and instructed her, "You can slow down the speed, but you have to take it all in."
Monica refused. "No, it's too much!"
He pinched her nipple. "It's okay, you like it like this. Give it a try."
Monica was persuaded by him and tried to lower herself again, but halfway through the movement, she hesitated.
This time, Steven didn't give her a chance. He pressed down on her waist forcefully, and she was immediately penetrated fully by his penis.
Pleasure washed over her, and she was momentarily lost in ecstasy.
It took her a while to regain her composure and gasped, "Steven! I told you not to move!"
"You didn't say I couldn't use my hands."
"Starting now, you can't use your hands either!"
She tried to wriggle and grind her hips a few times, but it was erratic and made her sweat profusely.
"You can try changing angles a little, like this." He adjusted the position of her waist.
During the process of penetration, the tip of his penis brushed against the secret and sensitive folds inside her vagina.
Monica was stimulated, and her waist and abdomen tingled. She moaned, tightening her fingers on his shoulder, nearly sinking her fingertips into his flesh.
Her vagina suddenly tightened, causing him to gasp. Monica could feel the tension in his abdominal muscles, and a surge of power was building up below.
"Does it feel good?" he asked her.
Even Monica felt that Steven was even more familiar with her body than she was, understanding how to make her enjoy pleasure.
She tried a few more times and quickly found a comfortable position for herself, then stood up straight and pushed him firmly against the headboard. Her long hair flowed down from her shoulders, like thick ink pouring out.
Monica pressed against his chest, the soft curves of her body fitting against his solid physique.
She constantly moved her hips up and down, each time her waist descended, her buttocks squeezed against his groin, producing a muffled sound.
The sound of their skin hitting each other resonated continuously.
Steven leaned against the headboard, his hand wrapped around her waist, constantly kissing her from her cheek to neck, from shoulder to chest.
The position in which she was on top was incredibly deep, and with the help of gravity, she unconsciously engulfed his penis completely.
At first, Monica could still control the depth and intensity, but gradually her waist grew weaker, and when she lifted herself up, she fell down weakly, trembling and gasping from the deep thrusts.
She couldn't restrain her physiological reactions, her eyes wet with tears as she complained that he was too hard.
Steven wasn't faring much better. Her intense physical response affected him as well, her tightness increasing as she squeezed around him. Her own sweet juices flowed wave after wave, mixing with their movements and creating a strong sound of water.
Finally, after Monica thrust heavily once again, she trembled and reached climax.
Her wet, hot entrance enveloped him completely, the soft flesh inside her biting his glans as it sucked inward. Her vaginal muscles tightly contracted, causing Steven to burn up. Initially, he had a bit of self-restraint, but with her bite, a numbness spread through his lower back.
Only able to take a deep breath, he came along with her rhythmic movements.
His semen shot inside her, separated by a thin membrane. Monica, feeling dizzy and gasping for breath, was kissed repeatedly by him, his hands cupping her face.
"Baby," he muttered in the midst of pleasure, his voice low. "I really love it."
He loved her assertiveness tonight, he loved everything about her.
Monica was exhausted and didn't quite catch his self-talk-like words.
Thinking he wanted to go again, she bit her lip and said, "No more!"
She did want to try and drain him dry, but being on top was truly tiring, combined with her long day of traveling, she was already quite fatigued and couldn't muster the energy for another round.
"Finished," she declared weakly, flipping over and getting off him, her legs weakly moving to the edge of the bed, intending to take shower and change clothes.
Steven disposed of the condom and threw it in the trash can.
He intercepted Monica, who was heading towards the bathroom, picked her up, and brought her back to bed.
She tried to dodge and protested, "I want to take a shower!"
He flipped her over and pressed her down, while grabbing another condom. Monica hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "I'm tired, let's not do it!"
"You were the one moving just now, I haven't even broken a sweat, baby." He lifted one of her legs and slowly entered her soft folds.
His breath escaped his throat, "After this one, we'll sleep."
"Steven... you... you..." her protesting moans quickly turned into sobbing cries, as his fierce and relentless thrusting continued, the surging desire once again engulfing the room.
In the end, that night, Steven wasn't drained dry, but Monica truly felt drained.
The next day, Monica unsurprisingly woke up late. With sleepy eyes, she sluggishly got out of bed and sat on the edge, her eyelids drooping and her eyes lifeless, clearly still not fully awake.
After a while, there was a sound at the bedroom door. Her eyelids twitched as she looked up and saw Steven walking in from outside the door, with steady steps and a normal expression.
It was evident that he had fully recovered and showed no hint of vulnerability from the previous night.
Seeing her dazed state, he walked over and sat by the bed. "Hungry or not? Let's eat something."
Monica, not completely awake yet, replied, "...I need to change my clothes, you can go out first."
"Okay." He pointed at the clothes neatly folded on the bedside table. "You can wear mine for now, and later someone will bring a new set for you."
After Monica changed her clothes and finished washing up, she didn't rush out. Instead, she curiously looked around Steven's bedroom.
She had noticed the tall and conspicuous storage cabinet in the corner of the room earlier, with some things neatly arranged on top.
As she approached, she could see a Polaroid picture framed inside a glass case. The glass tightly pressed against the photo, and the slightly unclear pixels only allowed her to barely make out the faint figure in the picture.
In the image, Monica was smiling at the camera, beautiful and stunning, deliberately occupying only half of the frame, which also captured the back of a man standing upright in the snow.
Was it her photo?
"What are you looking at?" a voice came from behind.
Monica turned around, and Steven also saw the framed Polaroid that caught her attention, confirming her guess.
"It's from four years ago, when you came to the United States. We took this photo together."
"It's also the gift you gave me."