Their children were soundly tucked in their cribs in the nursery.

Mira and Jia Hao paraded their home, the desire to do something naughty pungent. It was their home yet with the ceremony ongoing, felt like they snuck in. Mira found it thrilling. Jia Hao just marvelled at his wife’s need for mating that she chose now to be promiscuous with him.

Mira ran forward and stopped in front of the door that led to their room. Jia Hao followed and stopped in front of her. She reached for his hand and he took it, now, she pulled him in.

"With the children asleep and most of the pride away, we have tonight all to ourselves." Mira giggled. Her teeth met her lower lip and she looked him straight in the eyes while moving backwards.

"Who are you and why have you done to my Mira?" Jia Hao asked.

"Call me the improvised version." Mira said. She stretched her free hand at him and pointed a finger. "Take it off."

Jia Hao took his hand off hers and took his fur coat off.

"The neck piece too." Mira husked. He obeyed, taking it off and dropping it to the ground, on top of the coat, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Such an obedient good man." Mira said, her tone low pitched.

"I always want to be your good man."

Heat. Straight to her core. "Oh really?" She tilted her head up. "Kneel for me, Jia Hao."

Jia Hao got on his knees. Not a single word of complaint, not a single word at all. This sent electricity down her spine. Mira walked to him. "Now raise me up and let my legs settled on both your shoulders." She commanded.

He did. With a brush of his hands on her waist, he lifted her body up. Mira pushed her dress up slightly then spread her legs to accommodate his head between them. With that, her thighs rested on his shoulders.

Jia Hao growled. Seeing her right between his face and not doing anything messed with his mind.

"Beg to have me, Jia Hao." Mira worded.

Jia Hao’s breath fanned her entrance for a moment before he looked up to face her. He still carried her weight on him in this knelt down position. "Let me touch you. Please." He begged, his tone needy and low and guttural.

"I want you to say more." Mira breath. Every single bit of yearning this man showed turned her on even more.

"I want to have you, Mira. I want you quivering beneath my body as you wet me with every bit of liquid that leaves your body at my touch. Please give me the chance to have that again."

And that did it. She could not even hold herself. "Take me to the bed, right now." Mira panted. Jia Hao stood, his hands situated on her thighs as he walked to the bed. He let her body fall gently on the fur, keeping her legs spread for him.

Jia Hao trailed kisses up her leg till his head rested in front of her exposed flesh at the center. Mira’s body betrayed her, quaking at every single contact of his mouth on her skin.

"You’re sensitive. I love that about you." Jia Hao breathed. The low vibration of his voice shot through her.

Mira could barely see him from her position on the bed but she felt what his mouth did to her. Jia Hao stuck his tongue out and let the flat of it run over her protruding clit.

Mira gasped. That felt so good. She was still sensitive from before, her clit throbbed for him. A low cackle escaped Jia Hao’s lips. "How long did I make you wait?" He asked before flicking his tongue against her again. Mira jerked at it, her back arched.

"Since we met again after you left me." She responded, her voice a whimper amidst pants.

"You could have asked me then. I would have gladly given it to you." He said. Now his tongue found its way into her hole and a moan tore out her lips. It was almost too easy.

He could take her right now but part of him wanted to tease her body so much till just a flick of his tongue made her scream. Her reaction made it worth it.

Jia Hao pulled away from her. He stood up straight and lowered his gaze to look at her. Seeing the woman on his bed with legs wide open and needy for him made his cock harden. This woman was going to be the end of him.

"I am not going to touch you, Mira." Jia Hao said. Mira sat up immediately, her brows a furrowed curve. "Show me how much you want me instead." Jia Hao said. He pulled her up in a careful fashion and made her stand before him. Now he sat on the bed and spread his leg wide. Mira looked at him.

A cocky smile plastered her lips at his words. "Undress yourself fully for me, husband." She commanded. Her tone was seductive, enthralling and captivating. And like a siren to a sailor, it wooed Jia Hao. He let his hands hang loosely on his fur pants before he slipped it down. With every downward thrush of the fur pants against his body, his cock came to sight. Looking so provocative and in need for a hole to be inside.

Mira savoured it. She wanted him in her mouth but her pussy craved more. She walked to him, put a leg over his thigh then the other until both her legs trapped him on the bed. Mira held Jia Hao’s dick in her hand she fisted it. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

A groan resounded in her ears. She grinned as she stroked his cock beneath her pussy, looking down at him. From her position on his body, she had the advantage of looking lower to see his face.

Jia Hao’s breath ravaged her face. Her strokes were doing things to him. Mira held his dick below her entrance and sank her form onto him, taking his entire length at once.

A cry left her lips and her body fell forward. She was so wet that he slid right in easily. Mira raised her hips high, still leaving some of his length in before slamming down back. She whimpered. In this pose, she felt him deeper with every slam of her body against him and it scrambled her mind. Her body was way too sensitive.

Jia Hao swung his hip back then slammed it into hers. Mira whimpered. "You know," he said, drawing her outfit down to expose her breasts to him. "You can just ask me to rearrange your insides."