Chapter 78: Like

Steven's palm pressed against her cheek, his fingertips resting behind her ear. Monica faintly felt the repeated touch of his skin against hers, almost in synchrony with her heartbeat.
His fingers were trembling ever so slightly.
He was nervous.
A man who was always composed and confident was showing an unprecedented timidness in the most important moment of his life.
He took a step forward, the soles of his shoes making a slight, discordant sound against the plastic floor. The sound quickly disappeared among his breath.
He was close, so close that Monica could see the faint mole below his eye and his lowered eyelashes.
"Baby, right here." He placed his hand against her chest, feeling the warmth and strength of her heartbeat beneath her delicate skin. Slowly, he asked, "Do I have a place in your heart?"
At the climax of the game, all he sought was an answer.
Monica looked at him, placing her hand over his that was pressed against her chest.
"To be honest, I originally wanted you to lose." She said, "You always win, always so confident. I really wanted to see the expression on your face when you fail."
"But then I realized, it's impossible to go against one's heart. It's either you like something or you don't. If I lied, it would be disrespectful to my true feelings."
The night breeze blew gently as Monica held onto his hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing his palm before placing it against her cheek. Her lips lightly parted, "I like you."
Before he could react, she grabbed his other hand, pursed her lips, and coquettishly said, "Kiss me, Steven."
Steven lowered his head and stared at her for a few seconds, then reached out to embrace her tightly, kissing her passionately.
Their meeting here marked the beginning of their story.
And today, returning here, they witnessed the most perfect ending their story could ever have.
Monica felt a completely different mood today. Her heart was as soft as cotton candy, melting in his kiss, leaving behind a lingering sweet taste.
Leaving the basketball court, Steven took her home. Even in the elevator, he maintained basic public etiquette. As soon as the door closed and they were the only two people in the house, he turned around and pressed her against the door, kissing her with urgency.
Her dress fell to the floor, exposing their skin to the air, which was quickly covered by his hands, exploring inch by inch, arousing waves of tingling sensations.
Steven carried her from the entrance into the living room, directly pressing her down onto the sofa.
Their breaths intermingled, their naked bodies close together, desire skyrocketing.
"Mmm..." She gasped, lifting her knee to rub against his waist, "Your belt is uncomfortable."
Steven laughed, lowering his head to kiss her while grabbing her
She reached down towards her waist and said, "Then you do it yourself."
She played with the buckle on her belt and undid it, tracing her fingertips along his firm waist and abdomen, all the way down to his thighs, until she had his semi-hard genitals in the palm of her hand.
As her soft hand made contact, his penis quickly became erect, poking against her waist.
Under her touch, even a small amount of pre-cum oozed out from the tip, staining her skin, giving it a sensual appearance.
The two of them engaged in passionate kisses. Steven kissed down her neck, moving towards her chest, leaving behind red marks from biting. Just as he was about to continue downwards, he heard her trembling breath and faintly moaned, "Steven..."
He reached between her legs, which were already soaked.
Fearing that she might be uncomfortable, he had always been patient and careful during foreplay.
However, today, Monica was evidently excited and didn't require much more caressing. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to enter.
With every "brother" she uttered, he grew harder and harder.
He no longer hesitated, separating her legs and wrapping them around his waist, thrusting himself inside her.
Monica was incredibly wet, and as soon as he entered, she emitted a whimpering sound akin to that of a delicate cat.
Her tight entrance clamped down on his penis, her legs trembled lightly around his waist, and her nails almost sank into the muscles of his back.
Once fully inside, her face turned red and she completely relaxed, biting her lip intermittently, her body overwhelmed with pleasure. He tried to slowly move back and forth a few times, causing ambiguous sounds of water. His penis was enveloped in moisture.
"Baby, you're so sensitive today," he whispered, kissing her cheek and panting softly. "We barely did any foreplay; how did you get this wet?"
Monica hugged him, fluttering her long lashes gently, her beautiful eyes shimmering.
She murmured, "I like it... Mmm... It feels so good... Don't... don't hit that spot... It's so hard... Mmm..."
The words "I like it" were the ultimate aphrodisiac, instantly consuming most of his rationality.
Steven pressed down on her, forcefully thrusting into her narrow passage. His erect penis continuously stretched and pulled at her, causing water to splash out with each movement, dripping onto the sofa beneath them.
The intense sounds of their collision echoed continuously in the quiet living room, intermingling with her enticing moans, rapidly increasing the desire in the room.
With each forceful thrust, her entrance became redder, eagerly swallowing his swollen member. It continuously tightened around him, sometimes becoming too much for him to bear.
His breath became uneven, and he finally lifted his body, holding her legs up, supporting her waist. He continued to thrust from top to bottom, ruthlessly pounding into her.
Monica's waist hung in mid-air, with only her back resting on the sofa. She couldn't avoid it, forced to endure his full strength. She couldn't handle his roughness, and her moans had turned into cries.
Her body was being tossed around; her soft breasts swayed in alluring waves. Her rosy nipples trembled, looking incredibly enticing.
No matter how gentle he was in bed, he remained dominant. The muscles in his waist flexed beautifully, and sweat rolled down his body, quickly being thrown off by the vigorous movements of his waist.
He repeatedly thrust his entire length inside her, his scrotum pressing against her entrance, his glans catching on her cervix.
It made her cry out in pain. But as he pulled out, he immediately pushed back in, aiming for the same spot, rubbing against the folds of her inner walls, forcefully colliding with her now tender depths.
She shook even harder, and her hole sprayed like she was incontinent. Yet he didn't stop, continuing to toy with her tight, post-orgasmic flesh, not giving her a chance to catch her breath.
Truly ruthless.
In just a few dozen thrusts, Monica had already been sprayed twice. Her gaze became vacant, her cries grew softer, and her whole body turned a rosy pink, as if she had been pulled out of water.
Throughout the night, Steven tossed and turned her, even taking her to the bathroom to make love while cleaning up. By the end, Monica didn't even have the energy to cry anymore.
When she came out, she practically collapsed onto the bed and instantly fell unconscious.
The next morning, Monica woke up in a daze and saw Steven looking at her. It seemed like he had been awake for a while but didn't want to disturb her.
She furrowed her brows, still feeling tired, and buried herself in his embrace, grumbling in a half-awake state.
The two embraced in bed, their bodies pressed together, sticking and rubbing against each other.
Before long, their lips met in a wet, sticky kiss. Their bodies quickly warmed up, and Steven lifted her bathrobe, sliding his hand down between her legs. When his fingertips touched the wetness, he held her and slowly entered her.
"Mmm..." She couldn't help but gasp, complaining, "You're hard again..."
The morning encounter was not as intense as the night before.
Steven deliberately moved slowly, but his thrusts were strong. He held her tightly in the bed, each thrust filling her completely, his glans hitting her cervix and creating a splash of fluids.
Monica was practically trapped in his arms, unable to move. She endured his airtight thrusts, her lower back numb, her fingers gripping his waist, her moans becoming incoherent.
"Steven...brother...ahh...so deep...really...don't, don't...ahh..."
Her entrance clamped around his thick, hard shaft, squeezing and biting as he moved. The muffled, distinct sound of their lovemaking stayed trapped under the covers, occasionally leaking out through the gaps, arousing and debaucherous.
Steven lowered his head and kissed her, gently nibbling on her lips, his waist movements becoming more forceful.
The slow teasing was like a drop of water in a desperate thirst, and he couldn't hold back for long. He lifted her legs and held them in his arms, his waist and abdomen tensing up as he increased the intensity, thrusting deeply into her wet passage.
Just waking up in the morning, still not fully conscious, she was being pounded so hard. Monica's sensitive body couldn't handle it for long, and she lost control, crying out in orgasm, trembling all over, her legs wrapped around his waist as she sprayed onto the bed sheets below.
Clearly, Steven had no intention of ending so soon.
He kissed and coaxed her, changing positions and letting the dazed Monica straddle him, slowly rocking and devouring him, panting and kissing her.
He spoke in a low voice, "Baby, move in with me, okay?"
"...We just confirmed our relationship yesterday, and today you want to live together?" Monica bit his shoulder. "There's no one like you."
"We were going to move in together sooner or later." He held her waist and moved forward and backward, his penis thrusting into her tight passage.
Suddenly, he hit her sensitive spot, causing her body to shake violently as she bit down, making her lower back numb. She breathed heavily and said, "...Isn't it better to move in sooner?"
Monica grunted and leaned down to kiss him.
The two of them were entwined, their lower bodies closely connected, gently rubbing against each other with a subtle, intimate feeling in their not particularly intense morning lovemaking, a tenderness that was unique to couples.
After Steven finally climaxed, Monica's waist was sore, and she weakly collapsed into his arms.
"Let's sleep a bit more," she held onto him, yawning drowsily, "don't get up, stay with me."
"Okay," he kissed her nose, "I'll stay with you."
In the warm and secure embrace, Monica fell back into a deep slumber, until the sound of the telephone woke her up and pulled her back from her sweet dreams.
Steven got up, glanced at the caller ID, and handed the phone to Monica.
Nestled in his embrace, she lazily answered, "Hello?"
Eric's voice could be heard on the other end of the line, "Where are you?"
Since their relationship had been confirmed, Monica didn't hesitate, "I'm at Steven's house."
"I figured as much," Eric said leisurely, "but did you forget something?"
She hadn't realized yet, "Hmm?"
"You suddenly disappeared from the banquet last night, without even giving our parents a reason, and you didn't come back all night. Guess how Mom is reacting right now?"
Monica was completely shocked.