Ling's mouth continued its relentless worship on Rhea's breasts, sucking and nipping until the skin flushed a deep pink, mottled with the beginnings of bruises that would darken by morning.
But she didn't stop there. With a final, lingering lick across one nipple, Ling pulled back slightly, her eyes raking over Rhea's exposed torso the soft curve of her belly, the flare of her hips still hidden under the thin panty fabric.
"You're exquisite," Ling whispered, her voice a soothing balm against the storm of sensations. "Every part of you. Let me show you how much I cherish this."
Rhea's chest rose and fell in uneven rhythms, her tears tracing wet paths down her cheeks. She reached out a trembling hand, cupping Ling's jaw. "Ling... it's overwhelming. I feel so... open."
"That's okay," Ling replied softly, pressing a kiss to Rhea's palm. "I'm here. We'll go slow, together. Just breathe with me."
She demonstrated, inhaling deeply, encouraging Rhea to match her, their breaths syncing in the humid space beneath the duvet.
Once Rhea's sobs quieted to soft sniffles, Ling shifted lower, her lips brushing feather-light kisses along the sternum, down the center of Rhea's abdomen.
She marked the skin there too sucking gently at first on the soft flesh just below the ribs, then harder, drawing the blood to the surface in a blooming purple hickey.
Rhea gasped, her body twitching. "Ah... that stings a little."
"Shh, it's just a reminder of us," Ling murmured, her tongue soothing the spot before moving on.
She kissed across the waist, circling the navel piercing with her lips, tugging it lightly between her teeth not enough to hurt, but enough to elicit a whimper. "Does this feel good? Tell me, baby."
Rhea nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes... warm. Like you're claiming me."
Ling smiled against the skin, her hands stroking Rhea's sides in long, calming sweeps. "I am. Every inch." She trailed lower still, kissing the tops of Rhea's thighs over the panty edges, but not venturing between yet.
Instead, she worked outward sucking marks on the inner thighs, high up where the skin was palest and most sensitive, leaving dark red welts that contrasted against Rhea's tone.
Rhea's legs quivered, a low moan escaping. "Mmm... Ling, there... it's ticklish but... nice."
"Good. Relax into it," Ling encouraged, her breath hot against the fabric. She kissed up Rhea's arms next, marking the biceps and elbows, then down the sides of her ribs, each suck pulling a fresh gasp.
Back to the collarbone, the neck Ling lavished attention everywhere bare, her mouth leaving a constellation of hickeys: deep crimson on the shoulders, purplish blooms along the chest, faint bruises dotting the belly. Rhea writhed beneath her, moans mingling with quiet cries, tears flowing freely as the sensations layered each mark a pinpoint of heat that radiated outward.
"You're marking me up," Rhea observed through a sob, her fingers clutching Ling's hair. "Everyone will see."
Ling lifted her head, eyes locking with Rhea's in the dim light filtering through the blanket. "Let them. I want the world to know you're mine tonight. But if it's too much, say the word." She kissed away a tear from Rhea's cheek, tender and reassuring.
"You're safe with me, Rhea. Always."
Emboldened by Rhea's shy nod, Ling's hands hooked into the waistband of the panties, thumbs brushing the soft mound beneath. "Can I take these off? I want to feel all of you."
Rhea hesitated, her shyness flaring cheeks burning as she bit her lip, the smudged maroon lipstick cracking slightly. But she whispered, "Okay... gently."
Ling slid the fabric down slowly, inch by inch, exposing Rhea's pussy bare and glistening in the warmth, folds pink and swollen from the building arousal.
She tossed the panties aside under the covers, then parted Rhea's thighs with care, settling between them. "Beautiful," Ling breathed, her voice laced with false reverence.
She leaned in, lips pressing a soft kiss to the outer lips first, then the inner thighs again, marking more hickeys there to distract from the vulnerability.
Rhea tensed, a sharp inhale escaping. "Oh... Ling, that's... exposed."
"I know, but it's perfect," Ling soothed, one hand rubbing circles on Rhea's hip.
"Just close your eyes if you need to. Focus on my mouth." She kissed the mound gently, then lower, tongue flicking out to trace the slit without parting it fully.
Rhea's hips bucked involuntarily, a moan tearing from her throat. "Ahh... wet... feels strange."
Ling's tongue delved gently, lapping at the entrance, tasting the salty-sweet essence without pushing inside. She licked broad strokes along the folds, circling the clit lightly but not lingering, sucking softly on the labia to draw out more wetness.
Rhea's breaths came in pants, her hands fisting the sheets. "Mmm... Ling, it's... intense down there. Like sparks."
"Let them spark," Ling murmured against the skin, her words vibrating. She kissed deeper, tongue probing the entrance teasingly, swirling around the rim but never breaching, tasting every drop that gathered.
Rhea's moans grew louder, body arching—"Oh... yes, that... don't stop."
Tears streamed as the pleasure built, shy whimpers mixing with the slick sounds under the blanket.
Ling marked the surrounding skin too, sucking hickeys on the crease where thigh met groin, dark spots framing the intimacy.
After long minutes of this oral exploration tongue lapping relentlessly, lips sucking the sensitive flesh until Rhea trembled on the edge Ling pulled back.
She crawled up Rhea's body, hovering over her. "Taste yourself," she said softly, not a command but an invitation, before capturing Rhea's lips in a deep kiss.
Her tongue shared the flavor, pressing gently, allowing Rhea to explore the tang on her own terms.
Rhea hesitated at first, shyly licking back, then moaning into the kiss. "I... I taste... musky. Is that me?"
"Yes, and it's intoxicating," Ling replied, breaking the kiss to nuzzle her neck. "You're responding so beautifully. Proud of you for letting go a little."
Her hand trailed down, fingers ghosting over Rhea's belly, then lower, finding the clit—swollen and slick. She rubbed slow circles at first, feather-light, watching Rhea's face. "How's this feel? Too much?"
Rhea shook her head, tears welling anew from the direct touch. "No... warm. Tingling. Keep... keep it gentle."
Ling nodded, her thumb pressing firmer but still measured, rubbing in steady rhythms—up and down, then side to side building the pressure gradually. Rhea's hips shifted, moans spilling out. "Ah... there, Ling... it's building."
"That's it, feel it rise," Ling comforted, leaning down to kiss Rhea's forehead.
"I'm right here. No rush." She increased the speed slightly, rubbing harder now, the clit throbbing under her fingers, slickness coating her hand.
Rhea's breaths hitched, body coiling—"Mmm... oh, it's... stronger now. Ling, hold me."
Ling wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as the rubbing intensified, circles tightening, pressure mounting without mercy.
Rhea cried out softly, tears soaking Ling's shoulder. "It's... too good... I can't..."
"Yes, you can," Ling whispered, voice steady. "Breathe through it. You're doing amazing."
Inside, the deception thrilled her the control, the fracture but outwardly, she was the picture of patience, her body still clad in briefs and bra, the blanket their shield as the night deepened in calculated intimacy.
Her fingers slipped lower, probing the entrance wet and ready, but as she tried to push one finger in, Rhea's walls clenched tight, resisting the intrusion.
It wouldn't enter, the tightness unyielding. Rhea whimpered, tensing further. "Wait... it hurts a bit. Too tight."
Ling paused, kissing Rhea's temple. "Shh, okay. We can stop if—"
"No," Rhea interrupted shyly, shaking her head. "I want to... just... distract me?"
Ling's eyes gleamed with calculation masked as care. "Bite me," she suggested gently, offering her shoulder the firm muscle under the sports bra strap.
"Here, on the other side. It'll help take your mind off it." Rhea leaned in hesitantly, teeth grazing Ling's skin, then biting down not hard, but enough to mark, a shy nip that drew a hiss from Ling. "Good... now breathe out."
In that moment of distraction, Ling pressed the single finger forward, inserting it in one smooth go past the resistance, into the tight heat. Rhea gasped sharply around the bite, her walls fluttering around the intrusion, tears spilling faster. "Ah! Ling... it's in... full."
"Yes, just one," Ling soothed, holding still, her finger buried to the knuckle.
"Feel that? So tight around me. You're holding me so well." She kissed Rhea's bitten lip—now swollen from earlier then her cheeks, wiping tears.
"Does it ache? Talk to me."
Rhea nodded, releasing the bite on Ling's shoulder, leaving faint teeth imprints. "A little... stretched. But... okay. Stay still a sec."
Ling did, her free hand stroking Rhea's hair, murmuring comforts. "I'm not moving until you're ready. You're brave for this, Rhea. So strong."
They lay like that, breaths mingling, Ling's finger enveloped in the vise-like warmth, unmoving as Rhea adjusted, her shyness evident in the way she hid her face against Ling's neck.
Moans softened to sighs, tears slowing as the initial discomfort ebbed into something fuller. "It's... settling," Rhea whispered finally, her voice muffled. "Feels... full. Different."
"Good girl," Ling praised, pressing a kiss to her hair. "We'll keep it gentle. Just like this, building trust."
Ling held her finger steady inside Rhea's tight heat, feeling the walls pulse around it in rhythmic squeezes, the slick warmth enveloping her completely.