Against the Algorithm

Chapter 57: The Space They Made

He growled against her skin and bit down gently at the curve of her neck—not to hurt, but to mark, to claim, to ground himself in the soft cry she gave as her body spasmed. His hips drove harder now, faster, the sound of their slick friction growing louder as he ground himself again and again between her thighs, feeling her come undone around him without even being inside her. "That's it," he whispered through clenched teeth, his hand tightening over her breast. "Let me hear you, beautiful. Let me feel how good it is for you. Just let go for me... come for me, Wǔ xiān..."

Yao couldn't think, couldn't speak past the heat tightening low in her belly and the rush of sensation crashing over her in wave after wave. Her hands clutched the sheets beneath her, her fingers curled tight as if holding on to something would stop her from breaking completely. Her hips moved without rhythm now, rocking back into him, chasing every slide of his cock between her folds as the swollen head dragged hot and slick over her clit. His hand still cupped her breast, thumb rolling over her nipple with just enough pressure to make her sob softly, while his other arm was wrapped firm around her waist, keeping her exactly where he wanted her, completely open, completely his. Her thighs trembled, her voice cracked. And than, shaking, flushed, her whole body coiled tight, she begged. "Sicheng..." she whimpered, her voice high and raw with need. "Please—I'm so close—please..."

He groaned at the sound of her, low and rough against her neck, every muscle in him tensed as he grinded harder through her slick heat, his cock throbbing from the friction and the feel of her trembling around him.

Her pleas kept coming—soft, breathless, needy. "Please, please don't stop," she gasped. "I-I need it, I need—"

"Shhh..." he whispered, breath hot at her ear, his voice trembling now with his own unraveling. "I've got you, beautiful. My good girl... You're so close, I can feel it. Let go for me. Come for me." He rolled his hips harder, grinding through her folds with thick, slick pressure, the head of him catching against her clit again and again until her cries became whimpers, then gasps, then something helpless and aching as she arched back into him fully, thighs shaking violently. Her body locked. Her moan shattered. And then she broke. With his name on her lips—half-formed, half-lost, she came undone in his arms, her body trembling, thighs clenching, the slick heat of her arousal coating him as he held her through it, whispering praise against her skin. "That's it... that's it, Yao... you're perfect."

She was still trembling. Soft cries escaping her lips, body loose and trembling in his arms as aftershocks pulsed through her. Her thighs clenched weakly around him, her slickness coating his cock, and every breath she took stuttered like she was still falling apart.

Sicheng was barely holding on. Her release soaked him. Her body so warm, so wet, her folds slick and tight around him as he rocked between her thighs, not inside, but it didn't matter. He could feel everything. Every squeeze, every tremble, every whimper of his name. He groaned, voice rough and desperate as he rutted harder now, rougher, the thick drag of his cock grinding through her wetness over and over again, hips snapping forward with growing urgency. "Yao..." he gasped, his grip tightening around her waist, pulling her back so tightly against him there was no space left between them. His hand squeezed her breast as he panted into her neck, mouth open against her damp skin, teeth grazing again. "Fuck, you feel so good, you're so soft, so hot," His voice broke as he thrust again, grinding through her folds with raw, helpless need. "Let me come," he begged, his tone cracking with restraint barely holding. "Please, just like this, between your thighs, in your slick little folds, just let me..."

She let out a soft, trembling sound, barely a whimper, still breathless, still half-fogged from her own orgasm but she didn't say no. Didn't pull away. Instead, she shifted slightly, legs spreading just a little more. Welcoming. Inviting and that was all it took.