Transmigration Of An Assassin

Long Night (18+)

Jiang Yanwei's fingers pressed insistently against Tang Shushui's entrance, seeking entry into the warm, welcoming depths. He watched Tang Shushui's face, drinking in the mix of apprehension and longing etched upon it

"Relax, Shui'er", Jiang Yanwei cooed, his tone a soothing balm. "Just breathe and trust me to take care of you."

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Jiang Yanwei breached Tang Shushui's defenses, sinking his thick cock into the velvety heat of his wife's insides. He paused for a moment, allowing Tang Shushui to adjust to the intrusion, before beginning to move.

Tang Shushui drew in a sharp breath as Jiang Yanwei slowly sank into him, his body instinctively tensing at the unfamiliar stretch. But as Jiang Yanwei held still, letting get used to it, Tang Shushui felt the tension begin to ease.

"That's it wife. Take your time, it's been a while" Jiang Yanwei murmured encouragingly, his hands rubbing slow circles on Tang Shushui's thighs. He knew that this was their first time truly being intimate since the birth of the girls. 

"You're doing so well, taking me so beautifully." He continued to praise, making Tang Shushui blush and sink his face in the pillow in shame, which only made Jiang Yanwei chuckle. His wife was so independent and dominant in everything but when it came to intimate matters, he was simply clueless and embarrassed. It made one want to tease him.

"Aww, what's wrong, Shui'er?" Jiang Yanwei teased gently, his fingers threading through Tang Shushui's hair. "Is my beautiful wife feeling a bit shy all of a sudden?"  He continued to tease as his hands moved down to Tang Shushui's nipples gently circling and teasing them. 

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" Jiang Yanwei purred, his fingers still teasing Tang Shushui's sensitive nipples. "Your husband's hand sure are talented right? Knowing just how to make you squirm," Jiang Yanwei whispered teasingly, making Tang Shushui tighten around him.

Feeling Tang Shushui's sudden tightness, he groaned in pleasure as his thrusts became deeper and faster, pounding into Tang Shushui with increasing urgency. The bed creaked beneath them, as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

Tang Shushui could no longer hold on as Jiang Yawei hit the spot that made start burst behind his eyelids. "Yanwei, I swear I love more than just your muscles," Tang Shushui managed to stutter out, his voice pleading, looking back with teary eyes, only to feel Jiang Yanwei grow bigger inside of him.

"Y-you!" Tang Shushui stammers, exasperated, as he felt his walls stretch.

"You?" Jiang Yanwei asked with smile, before withdrawing completely and slamming back into the hilt with a forceful thrust. Tang Shushui let out a strangled cry, cumming immediately as he slumped into the bed.

"H-h-husband," Tang Shushui corrected weakly, his voice hoarse and needy.

"That's better," Jiang Yanwei chuckled, as he bent down to kiss Tang Shushui's back.

"Hubby..." Tang Shushui whimpered as he purposefully squeezed Jiang Yanwei's cock with his hole, looking back pitifully. Yanwei's heart immediately melted, how could he fight against that?

"Did you learn your lesson, Shui'er?" Jiang Yanwei purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble as he began to grind his thick cock into Tang Shushui's stretched hole with deliberate, torturous slowness.

Tang Shushui's moans were music to Jiang Yanwei's ears, each pleasured sound spurring him on. He reveled in this small power he held over his wife, the ability to reduce Tang Shushui to a quivering, whimpering mess with just the press of his hips. He knew this possessiveness was wrong, but he couldn't help it. The thought of him not belonging to Tang Shushui or deserving of him felt like needles pricking his heart.