Against the Algorithm

Chapter 57: The Space They Made

Sicheng's head lifted as his eyes snapped shut. "Yao—" His hips bucked into her instinctively, a broken sound caught low in his throat. Her grip was uncertain, but he didn't care. The fact that she reached for him at all had his blood roaring in his veins. He pressed his lips to her neck, teeth grazing just beneath her jaw. "You're gonna wreck me," he whispered, voice thick, dark, full of worship. "You don't even know what you're doing to me." And he kept moving, his fingers deep inside her. His thumb never leaving her clit. Her hand—small, unsure—stroking him from behind with timid, trembling motions as her body rocked helplessly into his.

Yao whimpered again, the sound barely more than a breath, but it punched straight through him, soft and broken and shaped around his name. "Sicheng..." Her voice cracked just slightly as she whispered it, her body rocking back instinctively into the steady thrust of his fingers, her leg trembling over his. His thumb never let up, slow, circling pressure keeping her perched just on the edge, driving her higher with each pass. Her hand stayed on him. Still shy, still unsure, her touch trembling, but she never pulled back. Her fingers stroked over his length from behind with careful, almost hesitant motions, her grip adjusting as she tried to mimic the rhythm he gave her.

He groaned into her skin, one arm locked firmly around her waist, keeping her tight against him as he worked her open with deep, controlled thrusts of his fingers. "That's it," he whispered, his voice low and full of heat, his breath dragging over her flushed neck, "good girl... you're doing so well for me, Wǔ xiān."

She gasped, hips jerking at the words, her thighs tightening around his hand. He smiled against her skin, nuzzling into the line of her throat as her whimper slipped out again, this time followed by a soft, breathy, "Please..."

"Please what, beautiful?" he murmured, curling his fingers just slightly inside her.

She sobbed out a breath, unable to form anything more than a needy sound, her body clenching around him.

"You can say it," he coaxed gently, voice thick with praise and reverence, "you're being so good for me... tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

She whimpered again, her head tipping back slightly, the hand still wrapped around him stroking with more pressure now—learning him, matching the rhythm of his breath, even as she moaned again when his thumb dragged firmer across her clit. "Please don't stop," she finally choked, voice high and aching. "Please, I—I need—"

"I know," he breathed against her ear, kissing it, groaning as she rocked back into him harder. "I know, beautiful. I've got you. I'll take care of you." His fingers pumped deeper now, slick with her, his thumb never leaving her swollen nerves as her thighs trembled. Her hand around him tightened again, jerking slightly when his hips ground forward against her in return.

They moved together, off rhythm, then in sync, then caught in that slow, needy coil that only came from love wound tight around lust. And all the while, he didn't stop praising her. "You feel so good around my fingers," he groaned. "So perfect. So wet. All for me."

Yao cried out, her hips stuttering back into him as her moans turned sharp and breathless, her body trembling with the first tremors of what he could feel coming.

Sicheng's breath caught—hard—as a thought hit him mid-thrust. The rhythm of his fingers slowed, not from doubt, but because something deeper coiled in him, thick with want and reverence. His hand stilled where it pressed against her hip, his lips hovering just behind her ear, his voice dropping lower than before—rougher, needier, but still steady. "...Can I try something new?" he asked, his mouth brushing the shell of her ear, each word slow, careful. "Nothing more than this—no sex. Just... let me feel you closer." She didn't answer right away. Her breathing hitched—shaky, sharp. His fingers remained inside her, motionless now, the slow throb of her fluttering around him as he waited. "I want to slide your underwear down," he murmured, voice reverent, "just enough. Let me rock through your thighs. Through your heat. Just feel you against me."