His Genius Wife is a Superstar

Iris squinted at her frozen husband who had his eyes closed on top of her. She wiggled her hips, moaning at the sensation, while trying to make him move but he remained motionless.

Although a little annoyed, she knew based on his expression that he was savouring their coupling after such a long time. She, too, wanted to savour the moment but her need was almost unbearable.

"Liwei."

There was a clear whining note in her voice. Jin Liwei finally opened his eyes and looked at her. His gaze was dark, heavy, and erotic. She involuntary clenched, making him groan.

"You want it, baby?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"You know that I do. Please, Liwei."

He lowered his body so that their chests were pressing against each other. Iris wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He kept most of his weight off her so she wouldn't get crushed. However, he knew that she loved it when a bit of his weight was pressing down on her.

They kissed, their tongues stroking each other. Her eyes were closed while he kept his own half-open so that he could watch her expressions. When she gave his lower lip a light bite, he knew what it meant. He chuckled.

Then he began thrusting his hips.

She moaned and tightened her legs around him. Their hot breaths mixed together as if they were breathing as one.

The pace was languid but firm. Jin Liwei controlled the tempo and did his best not to go wild.

"Liwei, please."

"Sssh, baby. Just feel me."

Iris wanted to complain but he distracted her by a hot kiss and a new tempo where he ground his hips after every firm thrust. He was rewarded by another gush of her sweet juices coating him, making his movements in her passage easier and smoother.

He licked her neck, trailing it upwards, before nibbling on her soft earlobe. "You're so delicious, wife."

Her response was a moan and another tight clench, causing him to automatically speed up his thrusts. When he realized that he almost lost control of himself and went wild, he immediately slowed down, earning him a bite on the shoulder. He chuckled at his wife who looked at him with an aggrieved expression. Her flushed skin, however, proved that she was enjoying the pleasure of their lovemaking just like him.

"Little wildcat," he whispered directly to her ear.

"Yes." She liked what he called her. Then she urged him, "Faster, darling. Please. A little harder."

"You're killing me."

Jin Liwei desperately wanted to go wild and pump into her wife like there was no tomorrow. He missed the times when he could go all-out and bend her into different positions and make love with her in different locations.

But this was good, too. It was sweet and more intimate. And most importantly, safer for her.

In the end, Iris didn't get what she wanted. Her husband was adamant in keeping the tempo steady. At first, she was a little resentful but she eventually let go of her impatience and greed for more because he still managed to overwhelm her with pleasure despite the slow pace.

The pleasure built up like a slow, trickling waterfall instead of drowning her like a powerful tsunami. It took longer to get there but was still mind-blowing.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Iris quaked as her orgasm burst out like beautiful fireworks.

Jin Liwei sped up, just a little, while groaning and grunting from the strong wet suction force of his wife's contracting insides. Then he, too, reached his own climax.

'This must be heaven,' he thought as his hot release flooded inside her.

When it was over, the husband and wife had almost identical expressions of bliss. The bed sheets were a mess with a lot of wet spots.

Jin Liwei kissed his wife's shoulder and squeezed her butt. "Time to get up, love."

"Mmmn."

He smiled when she looked like she had no intention of getting up by herself. Instead, she acted spoiled.

"Carry me."

Her act tickled his heart. He laughed and got up first before carrying his wife straight to the bathroom where they showered together and refreshed themselves. Although both were in the mood for another round, they knew that they didn't have time anymore. They barely got out of the shower when Iris heard some noises outside the bathroom with her strong hearing.

"Dom and the glam team are here," she said.

"Don't rush or you'll slip on the floor. We're still on schedule."

"Okay."

Later in the walk-in closet, Jin Liwei was looking sharp and handsome in a tuxedo suit. Instead of the usual white dress shirt inside, he wore a black turtleneck instead, giving him a frostier aura than he already had.

"Kyaaaaaaaaah! So handsome, Sir Boss!"

Dom immediately started snapping photos of him from different angles. He was already an expert in taking flattering pictures. The best photos taken today would be posted on Iris' official social media accounts. [Read official chapters on W e b n o v e l (dot) com. Please stop supporting piracy. Also follow author on Instagram: @arriacross]

Jin Liwei didn't deliberately pose. He acted as if Dom wasn't taking hundreds of snapshots of him as he put cufflinks on his sleeves. The custom cufflinks were designed based on their LX monogram.

Then he headed to where his wife was sitting in the vanity area where her hair and makeup were being done. The couple looked at each other in the mirror.

Iris caught a few spots of red on her husband's neck and instructed her makeup artist, "Cover up my husband's hickeys with some foundation just like what you did on mine."

"No, it's fine." Jin Liwei stopped the makeup artist who was about to grab a darker shade of foundation than the one used on Iris.

"What do you mean it's fine? Are you going to show everyone your hickeys?"

"En."

Iris blinked a few times while Dom and the glam team squealed in unison.

"Why?" Iris still asked him.

He smirked. "My wife marked me so passionately. I should let everyone see that I already belong to my wife."

The squeals grew louder.

"You!" Iris wanted to act annoyed but ended up laughing. She couldn't hide how pleased she was at her husband. "Fine. If that's what you want. Don't cover up then."

She looked at her reflection. "Maybe I should show my hickeys, too? Everyone knows I'm already married anyway."