The Famous Painter Is The CEO's Wife

Mei Lin, fully clothed, sat in between Yang"s legs as she ate her cookies. Because she sat at the bathtub for more than two hours, Mei Lin felt weird and wrinkly. Her fingers were shaking as she ate her cookies. Her eyes look at the bags on the side of their bed. Mei Lin knew that it was not there before.
"What"s in the paper bags?" Mei Lin asked after she had chewed every last bite of the large cookies in the large blue plastic container. Yang took one of her hand and rubbed it with his causing it to heat up.
"The things you wanted me to buy, I was late because I chose it as best as I could." Yang did not want to brag, but he made sure that every article of clothing was created with the finest of materials. Only the best for his wife, of course.
Mei Lin tilted her head on the side and said, "I only wanted you to buy me cookies, though."
It was then that Yang realized that his Uncle had played him. Slamming his palms to cover his face, Yang groaned in annoyance. Mei Lin craned her neck to look back at his reaction, curiosity coloring her pale face. Yang wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him, making him gasp as Mei Lin"s bottom trap his still half-hard erection. Mei Lin hid the smirk that was evident in her face when she felt the need of her husband. There was something fulfilling in knowing that even if she was big and her stomach was like a balloon, Yang still finds her s.e.xy enough to be hungered over like a rabid dog.
Yang recovered from her inner monologue of trusting his chaotic Uncle and told Mei Lin the truth, "Uncle Wu told me you wanted a list of things. So he sent me to buy some kinds of stuff; I should have known he was pranking me."
Mei Lin took her hand from Yang"s grip and went to look at the things that Yang had brought for her. She was very what kind of things did her uncle made Yang buy for her that in turn made Yang spend more than two hours in the mall. When she opened one paper bag, Mei Lin knew what was under it just by seeing the brand name written on the boxes. Red colored her face and reaching towards the ends of her ears. Yang snickered at the side when he noticed her immediate reaction.
Mei Lin took every time to unravel every parcel. There were matching panties and bras, a corset, some camisole for sleeping, lingerie, and so much more; Mei Lin grew addicted to feeling the soft fabric of the things. The things were either made in silk and satin; Mei Lin had never tried wearing these expensive brands, so she was curious about it.
Without looking at Yang, Mei Lin took off her bulky conservative pajamas. First, she took off her upper blouse, exposing her bigger breast to air. Yang was thankful that Mei Lin"s focus was on the things he had brought because the discomfort he felt with his hard-on was probably written on his face. Then Mei Lin pushed her pajama bottoms down, letting her slender legs out one after the other, teasing the man watching on the side with the exposed skin. Mei Lin picked the low necked camisole that barely covered her upper body and ended just a little above her b.u.m.

Yang was frozen in his sit. He had expected her to wear it, but he had not expected that he would be given a show along with it. Of course, he would not say anything to contradict her actions. He was hungry for more.
Suddenly, Mei Lin turned to Yang and smirking at him. The CEO watched as his wife made a mess on the floor when she threw all the boxes and paper bags away, not caring where it would end up.
Yang tried to object, "What are you doi-"
Suddenly, Mei Lin walked towards the edge of the bed, the place nearest to Yang. She lifted the ends of her camisole with both hands and stopped Yang"s words by pulling down the black seamless panties that she had worn.
"Wh" Yang stumbled upon his words, "What are you doing? Lo-love?"
Yang"s eyes widen when she spread her legs and saw not one single hair. His eyes looked at her pink folds and then to his wife"s eyes, which glinted with so much l.u.s.t and desire that made Yang"s mouth dry with need. She had shaved. Did she shave for him? Yang gulped again. The thought made him wanton to her needs.
"Yang, take me..." Mei Lin begged.
Zhao Yang had never felt the best euphoria than when Mei Lin said those words. It was like being in a tight collar and being released in the wild. Yang walked to the bed faster than he had ever walked in his entire life. His hands worked like magic as he unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt and took all remaining clothes from his body.
Mei Lin smirked as she whispered in his ears when Yang leaned down, "You need to treat me gently. Remember, I am pregnant."
Yang instantly nodded and said with a voice thick with desire, "I can do slow and steady."
Mei Lin"s eyes widen when Yang did not get into the bed but remain standing as he left her right leg up, and going down at her fold. Since Mei Lin had cleaned it from every hair because she had feared that it might become a bush if she was in labor, Mei Lin was trying to learn how to shave it with a large belly. She had not realized that it would spark Yang to get down and lick her.
Suddenly, something warm was on her inner folds. Mei Lin moaned as that warm and wet thing gently caress her womanhood. Mei Lin felt all her senses heightened. When that warn thing tried to enter her, Mei Lin"s moan grew bolder and louder. She could feel the smirk her husband had when she had screamed her named as that wet and warm thing entered the most inner part of her. It was small and not as tall as Yang"s other a.s.sets, but it was a new sensation.
Mei Lin reached to dragged Yang"s hair into her hands, forcing her husband to continue his machinations on her. Yang"s erection did not need to be stroke; it had risen like the walking dead after hearing Mei Lin"s moans and groans of her name.
"Take me," Mei Lin panted as she begged, "I want you not your tongue."
Yang"s smirk broadened, he stood up and teased Mei Lin" entrance with his thick rod, purring the words, "Say please."
Mei Lin huffed and clenched the hairs at the back of Yang"s head as she blew hot air while she said the words, "Please, husband. Take me!"
Yang"s rod entered her folds without any more words exchange between then, and the bed made of extreme materials of steel finally rocked after more than a month of no pa.s.sionate s.e.x. For Yang, it felt like coming home. Mei Lin"s body was always so welcoming for him.
Curious about the large round objects bouncing as he rocked his wife, Yang sucked on one of Mei Lin"s breast. Seeing as there was still no milk, Yang was a little disappointed. Maybe on following months of the pregnancy. For now, Yang took himself out and buried himself again and again for the rest of the night.