Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 476; Honeymoon

"You’re still sore and still clamoring for more?" Huo Ting Cheng’s voice rumbled with amusement, though there was a strained quality beneath the teasing. His hand caught hers again, but more gently this time. "I went overboard yesterday. I don’t want to hurt you."

So that was it, he was being considerate. Tang Fei felt some of the tension leave her shoulders, though determination still burned in her chest.

"Why not?" she challenged, her voice taking on a shy, almost petulant quality. She wasn’t going to miss this chance, not when getting pregnant was so important. "You can’t really decline my request..."

There was a pause, heavy with unspoken meaning. Then Huo Ting Cheng’s voice came again, darker now, edged with resignation and something that might have been desire finally breaking through his careful control.

"All right..." He shifted beneath the covers, and she could feel the change in him, the surrender. "It’s there... You can claim it by yourself... I’m giving you a chance...."

The words hung in the air between them, an invitation, a challenge, and perhaps a test. Tang Fei’s heart began to race as she realized what he was offering: control, agency, the power to take what she wanted at her own pace. And beneath it all, the unspoken hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the time that finally resulted in the child she desperately wanted.

"It isn’t that difficult right?"

Tang Fei felt heat bloom across her cheeks, spreading down her neck like wildfire, but retreat was no longer an option. Her resolve had crystallized into something unshakeable. Her fingers traced a deliberate path down from his neck, feeling the strong, rapid pulse beneath his skin, a rhythm that betrayed his carefully maintained composure.

She pressed soft, exploratory kisses along the sharp line of his jaw, then descended to the hollow of his collarbone, savoring the slight saltiness of his skin.

"Fei’er..." His voice carried a warning note, low and throaty, but threaded through it was unmistakable anticipation, a barely restrained hunger that made her stomach flip.

She continued her exploration undeterred, her lips trailing lower with increasing confidence. Her fingers found the firm planes of his chest through the thin fabric of his sleep shorts, circling teasingly over sensitive points. Huo Ting Cheng’s breath hitched audibly, his entire body going tense beneath her deliberate touch, muscles coiling like springs ready to release.

Growing bolder with each reaction she drew from him, Tang Fei slipped her hand beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts. The heat of him against her palm made her own breath hitch, he was hard and ready, undeniably aroused despite his earlier protests. The discovery sent a thrill of power through her. Before she could second-guess the impulse, before rational thought could intervene, she shifted lower on the bed and tugged his shorts down past his hips.

"What are you...." Huo Ting Cheng’s words cut off abruptly, transforming into a sharp intake of breath as her mouth closed around him.

His hands immediately flew to her hair, fingers tangling in the loose strands. His entire body went rigid with shock and overwhelming pleasure, every muscle locked in place. "Fei’er... where did you... when did you learn..." The questions came out broken, disjointed, as coherent thought clearly abandoned him.

She didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, too focused on her task. Her tongue moved experimentally, testing, exploring. She’d stumbled across articles about this during one of her curious late-night internet searches months ago, absorbing the information with academic interest, never truly imagining she’d find herself putting theory into practice. But now, feeling his reactions, hearing the sounds she was drawing from him, she found herself glad for that random knowledge.

"Damn..." Huo Ting Cheng groaned, the word dragged from somewhere deep in his chest. His fingers tightened almost unconsciously in her hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding on like she was his only anchor. His control was clearly slipping, his hips shifting despite his visible attempts to stay still, to let her maintain her pace.

Tang Fei continued her ministrations, her confidence growing exponentially with each stuttered breath, each involuntary sound of pleasure that escaped his lips. She experimented, varying her pace, alternating between gentle suction and swirling her tongue in patterns, paying careful attention to what made him tense, what made his breathing stop entirely, what drew those delicious sounds from his throat.

"Fei’er... stop... I’m going to..." Huo Ting Cheng’s warning came through gritted teeth, his entire body taut as a bowstring about to snap. The tension in him was palpable, electric.

But she didn’t stop. If anything, she doubled down, determined to take him completely over the edge, to shatter that iron control he always maintained. His fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair as his hips bucked involuntarily, his body responding even as his mind tried to maintain restraint.

"Enough," he finally growled, the word more command than request. With surprising strength, the kind born of desperation, he pulled her up the length of his body. In one swift, fluid motion, he had her straddling his lap, her silk robe falling completely open, exposing heated skin to cooler air. "You’re going to finish what you started."

The authority in his voice sent shivers down her spine. Tang Fei positioned herself above him, her hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders for balance. She sank down slowly, incrementally, both of them gasping in unison at the overwhelming sensation. Despite the lingering soreness from the previous night, the fullness felt undeniably right, necessary, even. Like two puzzle pieces finally sliding into place.

She began to move, rolling her hips experimentally, testing angles and depths. Huo Ting Cheng’s hands immediately found her breasts, cupping their weight through the thin silk that still clung to her arms. His palms were hot, almost burning, as he pushed the fabric off her shoulders completely, letting it pool around her waist. His thumbs brushed deliberately over her nipples, already peaked and sensitive, making them tighten further into hard points.

"Like this?" she asked breathlessly, finding a rhythm that made her toes curl, that hit something deep inside her that made stars burst behind her closed eyelids.

"Just like that," he confirmed, his voice rough as gravel. His fingers pinched gently at her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers with practiced precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight through her core like lightning strikes.

Tang Fei’s movements became more confident, more assured. She rose and fell with increasing urgency, chasing the pleasure that was building in her belly like a gathering storm. She threw her head back, neck arching, lost completely in the overwhelming sensations, his large hands on her breasts, the exquisite stretch and friction below, the sounds of their ragged breathing and slick movement filling the quiet room.

"Faster," Huo Ting Cheng urged, one hand sliding down to grip her hip, his fingers digging into soft flesh as he guided her pace to something more demanding. His other hand continued its devoted attention to her breast, never ceasing its teasing torment. "That’s it... don’t stop."

Her thighs began to burn with the sustained effort, muscles trembling and aching, but she didn’t care. The discomfort was distant, irrelevant. The coil of pleasure was tightening relentlessly in her belly, winding tighter and tighter, and she could feel him pulsing inside her, growing impossibly harder, impossibly larger.

"Ting Cheng... I can’t..." she panted, her carefully maintained rhythm beginning to falter as exhaustion and overwhelming sensation warred within her.

"Yes, you can," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire and something deeper, pride, perhaps, or fierce tenderness. His thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, circling with exactly the right pressure, the perfect amount of friction. "Come for me first."

The dual stimulation, his thumb working magic, his other hand still teasing her nipple mercilessly, the overwhelming fullness of him buried deep inside her, proved too much. The coil snapped. She cried out, his name torn from her throat as her body clenched around him rhythmically, powerfully. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, each one cresting higher than the last, her vision whiting out at the edges as ecstasy consumed her entirely.

After catching their breath, Huo Ting Cheng gently shifted her off him, laying her back against the pillows. His eyes glinted with something predatory as he rose from the bed momentarily.

Tang Fei watched him through half-lidded eyes, her body still tingling. She noticed him pick up something from the dresser—a delicate gold anklet that caught the light.

"What’s that?" she asked softly.

He returned to the bed, taking her left foot in his hand. "Something I bought for you." He fastened the anklet around her ankle, the small charms jingling softly. "Perfect."

The sound was oddly sensual, and Tang Fei felt a flutter of anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs again. She expected gentleness after what they’d just done, but the look in his eyes told her otherwise.