Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

45 Favoring Qie Over Wife (45)

Song Jia was kissed by Zhao Cheng until she was on the verge of suffocation. When he pulled away, a translucent thread of saliva connected them, making Song Jia blush.

"Jia'er..." Zhao Cheng's voice was hoarse. He wanted all of her. He wanted her to be always like this, her eyes on him, her body close to his.

He wanted her to have no thoughts of anyone at all...aside from him.

"Jia'er, I want you." He kissed her again until she became breathless, their tongues tangling together. Zhao Cheng lifted her up and nestled his arousal between her thighs, making Song Jia let out a moan from the sudden stimulation.

"Wang ye..."

Song Jia refused to be the submissive party. She rubbed against him, causing the bulge to grow even larger. A stifled groan escaped out of Zhao Cheng's lips, and he swiftly laid down the woman in his arms on the bed. Leaning above her, Zhao Cheng clumsily tore away Song Jia's clothes. When her inner clothes were finally gone, his gaze surveyed her from head to toe, causing Song Jia to shiver.

"I can't hold back." His voice was nearly a growl as he lowered his head to her breasts and suckled the bud, while his hand went down to stroke the place between her legs.

Song Jia was lost in his caresses that gave her overwhelming pleasure. They were both virgins in their wedding night, and Song Jia was too shocked from transmigrating into a body that was having sex with her husband to properly enjoy it. As a modern woman, of course she knew how pleasurable sex could be. Even though she was still a virgin in her original body, Song Jia had done everything except for the last step with her ex-boyfriends.

Zhao Cheng was also no longer the same. Because of Song Jia's casual remark to her family that he was a man who 'finishes early,' he made sure to study several 'educational' books on how to serve a woman better in bed.

If Song Jia had known the future monarch had a psychological trauma because of a careless remark she made, she would probably regret saying it out of goodwill for that vengeful reincarnator Li Jia.

He pushed his knee between her snow white legs and continued on stroking her. She was already wet, and once his finger went in, her hole clamped down tightly on it. Zhao Cheng hissed in a low voice, so stimulated that he had to release her breasts and use his other hand to loosen his belt [1].

He really couldn't take it anymore! She was driving him insane with desire. He thrusted his finger deeper, making Song Jia shudder.

"Ngh!"

It slid in and out of her, increasing in speed. Zhao Cheng wanted to take her to the highest peak of pleasure before indulging himself. His hard length was already swollen to the extreme.

"Jia'er, touch me too..." His voice had a hint of begging on it, making Song Jia realize that she was only concentrated on her own pleasure. The two of them shifted on the bed.

His abdomen was stretched taut with tension, his huge member throbbing with need. It was almost purple in color. Song Jia tentatively touched it, making Zhao Cheng's chest heave as he sucked in a deep breath.

"Jia'er..." He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, but the tenderness of this action contrasted heavily with the movements of his finger inside her.

"Ah!" Her whole body trembled. She felt as if her whole body had gone numb. Her nectar overflowed and made her slippery, causing lewd sounds to echo in the room. Song Jia was on the verge of reaching her climax.

Not to be outdone, she grabbed his hot length and stroked it up and down. Zhao Cheng groaned, and he burrowed his face into her neck. His breathing was erratic, almost scalding when it fanned against her skin.

When Song Jia finally orgasmed, Zhao Cheng was not far away from his. He hurriedly stopped her hand and put her body underneath him. Song Jia gripped his shoulders as he adjusted their bodies. Zhao Cheng wrapped her legs around his waist as he gave her a lingering kiss.

Then, in one powerful thrust, he entered her deeply.

"Hnn..." Song Jia had forgotten how large he was!

"Jia'er..." Zhao Cheng looked at the flushed face of the woman beneath him. The strong drumming of his heartbeat was so loud that he was afraid she would hear it.

Zhao Cheng hugged her closer and slowly rocked his hips. She was so tight around him that the pleasure almost felt like pain. Song Jia held onto him for dear life as he pumped in and out of her, his thrusts growing longer, faster, and rougher with each moan she made.

Song Jia almost whimpered for him to stop, but the pleasure that overwhelmed her turned it into murmurs of encouragement instead.

"Ahhh...wang ye..."

"Jia'er!"

Their loud groans echoed through the room, along with the sounds of their love-making. The servants had long since retreated to the outside of the zhengfang, their eyes lowered and their cheeks stained with red.

The mamas there that had been present on the aftermath of their wedding night thought...oh, so that time wasn't a fluke.

The relationship between wang fei and wang ye had been lukewarm that they thought it was only a one-time thing. But hearing the sounds coming from the inner bedroom...it didn't seem to be the case?

It was a long time before Zhao Cheng called for hot water. But just as Ruolan and other servant girls were about to bring it in, she heard the ambiguous sounds in the room continue. She hurriedly went out, tripping over her own feet in the process. The other servant girls dropped what they were carrying and scurried after her like mice, their hands covering their faces.

When the movements inside the room finally stopped, and Zhao Cheng ordered them to bring hot water for the last time, it was almost the hour of Yin [2].

[1] I wasn't sure so I searched it up...and belts did exist in ancient China.
[2] 3-5 AM