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Jinshi could never take his eyes off of Maomao.
Whether he caught a glimpse of her during her workday in the medical office, or if they had snuck out of the palace for chicken skewers, or if she was working in the greenhouse he had gifted her, tongue sticking out as she concentrated on whatever she was mixing, he was incapable of looking anywhere else. He was incapable of seeing anything else. Only Maomao.
She found this to be incredibly annoying, Jinshi's inability to remain focused on anything else once he had caught a glimpse of her. But Jinshi knew that when it came to the time they spent in their bedchambers, Maomao had come to expect, maybe even appreciate, the fact that his attention was only on her.
He knew this to be true especially now, as she lay beneath him, writhing, her breaths shallow as soft mewls escaped her lips. Jinshi watched as her face remained turned off to the side, her feeble attempt at not letting him witness the extent of her pleasure. Maomao pressed her lips together tightly to also deny him anymore of the sweet noises she made.
Even after they'd been married, Maomao had continued to be his personal physician, something that was entirely fine by Jinshi. He was hesitant with his body around others for a multitude of reasons, but as of late it was largely due to the floral scar that rest on his flank.
And even after they'd been married, Maomao's medical examinations, which she still took incredibly seriously (far too seriously, in Jinshi's opinion), often ended differently than they had prior to the shift in the nature of their relationship.
"We've been over this, little cat," Jinshi spoke, his voice coming out low as his own breath came in pants. He pulled away from her, ignoring how much it pained him to do so, until only the tip of his cock remained inside of her warmth.
Maomao always said wars could be started over his beauty, and Jinshi had once gone to war to get her back. Now, as his breath was stolen by the tightness of her inner walls, he knew without a doubt he would start wars, enter wars, and end wars for this woman to remain his.
As he braced his weight on one of his forearms, Jinshi used his free hand to turn Maomao's face until she was looking up at him. The look she gave him when she opened her eyes could have made him spend himself right then and there, but he had to focus.
Jinshi leaned down to press a few kisses to Maomao's jawline, the movement causing more of his length to find its way back inside of her. Maomao stifled a gasp.
"I want to see and hear your reactions to the things I am doing to you, Maomao," Jinshi said, his mouth now beside Maomao's ear. He pulled back slightly to see her reaction, but she only nodded at him. For as fiery as she could be, Maomao had turned out to be relatively meek during their activities, much to Jinshi's surprise. "Tell me you understand; use your words," he said.
"I understand, sir," Maomao said, and now Jinshi saw a soft smirk cross her lips, briefly, before it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
Jinshi fully entered her once more, pausing to allow Maomao's sharp inhale to become an exhale, before he removed himself from her again. Maomao whimpered at the loss of him.
He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her upwards until she was resting on her knees just as he was, a confused expression on her face. Jinshi turned her around and pressed her flush against him, her ass rubbing against his length as he held her in place.
"What-?" Maomao started to ask, but Jinshi placed his hand over her mouth to stop her words.
"You don't need to speak, since it seems you want to be quiet so badly," Jinshi said, speaking into Maomao's ear once more. He nipped at her earlobe, the hand that had been over her mouth sliding down to rest loosely against her throat. Jinshi's other hand, which had been holding her in place by her hip, drifted around her body until his fingers grazed her clit.
Maomao gasped and pressed her ass into him harder, arching her back as she did so. Jinshi began to apply more pressure to her neck, drawing a whine from her.
"You seem to like that, don't you, princess?" Jinshi asked, his mouth still beside her ear. He watched as a soft red flush began to darken Maomao's cheeks; he wasn't allowed to refer to her as a princess anywhere but here, even if she was his princess all of the time.
Jinshi gave her throat a squeeze and then lowered his hand to her breast, pinching the perky nipple and making Maomao jump. He thought about all of the times he had lapped at her breasts, making her shiver and moan until she was pushing his head away. As he swirled a finger in her slick, it made him think about how wet she got when he offered his attention to her chest.
Maomao was beginning to whimper and shift her ass against his cock, her body growing antsy from the stimulation. Jinshi removed his finger from her tight hole and instead began to circle her clit, the hand he had on her breast beginning to pinch and pull more roughly as he sped up his movements against her sensitive nub.
"Ah, Jinshi," Maomao breathed, her body growing more taut as her eyes grew hazy with pleasure.
"Oh, so you do remember how to use your words," Jinshi said. The fingers that had been working against her clit slowed down. "If I let you come, will you stop hiding yourself from me?" He asked.
Maomao nodded desperately, whining needily as she continued to rub her ass against Jinshi. It was becoming hard for him to ignore his own desire; his cat had that effect on him.
"Good, because my wife looks beautiful when she falls apart underneath me," Jinshi spoke softly into her ear, and Maomao came undone. She moaned as her body shook, Jinshi continuing the movements of both of his hands until her body had stilled once more. Once he was sure she was content, he removed his hand, which was now sticky with her come, and placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
He moaned at the taste of her.
Maomao half let her body fall forward and Jinshi half pushed her back down, his hand finding its way to the back of her head. He threaded his fingers into her hair and applied gentle pressure to her scalp to hold her face down as Maomao felt him lining himself up at her entrance once more.
Sensitive from the orgasm, she whined as he pushed into her in one quick forward motion. Jinshi groaned as he found himself once more enveloped by Maomao's tightness, meeting no resistance thanks to how wet she was.
"Tell me what you want, Maomao," Jinshi said, his breath coming quicker as he hit a rhythm that nearly made him shiver with how good it felt.
"I want you..." Maomao said, breaths coming unevenly as she was still coming down from her own orgasm. Jinshi had both of his hands on her hips, holding her ass up in the air towards him. Maomao's body had lost its strength. "I want you to come inside of me," she said.
Jinshi's breath hitched at her words, but he continued his unyielding pace, his cock brushing her cervix every time he pushed himself fully in. He leaned forward, the size of him swallowing Maomao's small frame, and began to press desperate, messy kisses along her spine.
He knew Maomao liked it when he claimed her in that way, she liked it when she'd spend the several hours after their activities with his seed spilling out of her and running down her legs. They'd wasted so much time with him being unable to call her his; somewhere in Maomao's head, she wanted to be filled by him, asking him to leave behind the thing that would only ever be hers.
Who was Jinshi to deny his beloved wife of something she wanted?
"Say please," he murmured against her skin.
Well, he wasn't going to deny her, but he could make her work for it.
Maomao turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, her lips twisting into a sour pout. Jinshi's hands continued to hold Maomao's hips firmly in place, the tips of his fingers on each hand able to touch the other if he only squeezed her a bit.
"I don't beg," Maomao spit the words at him, although the breathiness of her statement undermined her intent.
"You do," Jinshi said, removing one of his hands from her hip and placing it along her jawline, tilting her head up until she was making eye contact with him. "And you sound so pretty when you do."
All trace of fight left Maomao as she whimpered, and Jinshi felt her begin to tighten around him. He grit his teeth, aware that he was pushing his own limits with their banter.
"Please," she spoke softly. "Please come inside of me, Jinshi."
Jinshi bit the skin of his cheek practically hard enough to draw blood. Under normal circumstances, her words would have sent him into an orgasm so intense that he would have been seeing stars.
He released her chin and brought his hand back to her hip, continuing the pace he had set as he glanced down and watched his cock go in and out of her pussy. Jinshi leaned down and pressed his lips to her back again.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked, a teasing note in his stern tone. "Now be a good girl and come for me, and then I'll consider doing what you asked so nicely for."
Maomao was caught off guard by his words, and it spurred her into another orgasm. She came with a cry, her walls tightening around him in a way that sent him into his own orgasm less than a moment later. Jinshi groaned, his mouth still against her back, and felt his eyes roll back in his head as he fucked her through her orgasm, emptying himself inside of her in the process.
When he was sure they were both finished, Jinshi pulled out of her, his half hard cock threatening to spring back to life at the sight of her filled with both of their fluids. Maomao had begun to sink into the bed, her body too shaky to hold itself up. Jinshi gently turned her over onto her back and she looked up at him with a lazy smile on her face before she held her arms out for him.
Jinshi smiled back and lowered himself carefully onto her, placing his face in the crook of her neck as he settled as much of his weight as he felt was safe to place on her. Maomao wrapped her arms around him and pushed his bangs, which were stuck to his skin with sweat, aside, before placing a quick kiss to his forehead.
He burrowed himself deeper into her neck and inhaled her scent, which once was only herbal but was now herbal intertwined with sandalwood, just as Maomao had become intertwined with Jinshi.
The peaceful atmosphere was broken a moment later when Maomao pinched Jinshi's side.
"What was that for?" He grumbled, rubbing the spot.
"For calling me 'princess,'" she said, scowling down at him.
At this he looked up at her, a pout and glassy eyes in tow, his best weapons. "But you are my princess," Jinshi said, throwing in a sniffle to seal his fate.
Maomao only sighed, rolling her eyes, but she started stroking his hair soothingly.
Jinshi merely continued to gaze at her lovingly; he never could make himself take his eyes off of her.