“God, you feel so good.”
“You like fucking yourself on my cock?”
“Yes, Shang. You make me so—ngh—fucking wet.”
“I’m going to make you scream my name. Let’s see if we can piss off the neighbors, hm?”
Eden leans forward, the new angle nearly sending him straight over the edge. She presses her forehead to his, their hot breaths ricocheting off each other’s cheeks.
“Eden—”
“I want you to come,” she mewls. “I want you to come. I want to make you feel good.”
“I’m really close.”
“Me, too. Oh, God, I’m—”
He grabs her by the waist and rapidly fucks up into her, snapping his hips and burying himself deep inside. The delicious friction sends them both hurtling, the tight coil in the pit of his stomach exploding like a million fireworks all at once. It’s the sound she makes that he truly delights in, a half-sob, half-gasp as her climax rushes through her.
They ride the high together, eventually falling limp in each other’s arms. Time passes them by as they kiss lazily, contently.
“Do you have any concealer?” he asks after a while.
“Uh, yeah. Why?”
“You might want to cover those up,” he teases, tapping one of the many hickeys he left on Eden’s neck. “You know. Before you meet my parents.”
Eden blushes and laughs. He laughs with her. Never at her.
Shang has never felt so wondrously complete before.
Eden makes it up the first two steps of the porch before Shang takes her hand and gives her fingers a gentle squeeze.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Are you really, really sure?”
“Yes? You’re kind of freaking me out, to be honest.”
“Sorry, it’s just... My parents are really, um...”
“Use your words, honey.”
“They can be a lot. Like,a lot. I’d be doing you a disservice by not warning you beforehand.”
Eden giggles. “I’m sure I can handle—”
The front door to the house swings wide open, a stout older woman bursting forth like someone’s lit a fire under her ass.
“SHE’S HERE!” Xu Hong screams, loud enough that Eden actually flinches. Eden quickly finds herself swallowed up in the woman’s embrace, her face pressed to Xu Hong’s bosom. She smells of gingerbread cookies and peppermint. For a second, Eden thinks she’s hugging the embodiment of the Christmas season itself.
Even though it’s the middle of March.
“Let me get a good look at you,” Xu Hong says, grasping Eden by the shoulders. Eden’s never really enjoyed the spotlight, and this sudden rush of attention has her cheeks and the tips of her ears burning red. “Shang was right. An absolute beauty.”
Eden grins, shooting him a sideways glance. “He said that?”
