She moaned and lifted her head from the pillow. “Sinjun? What—”
“Ssshh.” He stroked a silky thigh and dotted quick kisses on the delicate skin above her mound. “I’m playing. You’re dreaming.”
“Mmm.” She relaxed again. “I’ve never had a dream like this before.” Her voice was low, husky with sleep and arousal.
“Just enjoy it.”
Sinjun shifted his position down between her thighs, sliding his arms beneath her and lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders. He cupped her buttocks with his hands and raised her a little, settling himself and staring at the folds of her pussy.
She was plump and pink, shining with the liquids he’d coaxed from her, lushly ripe and ready for his mouth. Her sweet scent tickled his nostrils—spice and woman and sex. He wouldn’t trade it for the finest Oriental perfume or the sweetest rose blooming in the garden outside.
Deeper pink lips beckoned him, peering shyly from the shadows between her legs. With reverence, Sinjun dipped his head—and licked her. A long swipe of his tongue from the darkness to the very crest of her pussy.
She gasped, her body tightening as he repeated the action. When he delved into the moist folds, she whimpered. When he teased her clit from beneath its hood, she choked back a tiny cry.
And when he pressed his tongue into her body, he could hear her breath leave her lungs in the silence of the room.
She was so wet, her liquids soaking his face as he devoured her. No tiny inch of flesh was left untouched, he made sure of it. Alternating between delicate flicks and stronger touches, he played with her as he’d promised, pleasuring himself as much as he was pleasuring Charis. He enjoyed this act, considered it an essential part of lovemaking, and never missed an opportunity if one presented itself.
With Charis—it was everything he loved and more. She answered his every move with an encouraging move of her own and when he felt her hands in his hair, gently touching his scalp, he soared beyond simple enjoyment into ecstasy.
How long he lay there with his tongue roaming her pussy, Sinjun had no idea. He caressed her with every ounce of skill he possessed, unwilling to take her to the final step before he’d tasted his fill.
But Charis, unskilled and unfamiliar with this kind of attention, could not hold back her body’s response. Before long, the thigh muscles resting on his shoulders tensed and he could feel her heels digging harder and harder into his back.
She was near, very near now. Wet, fragrant and swollen, her pussy lips gleamed at him, mutely begging him to continue, to take her to orgasm, to release the tension building up inside her.
He was pretty damn tense himself, his cock a rigidly uncomfortable length he was presently crushing into the mattress. But he was able to put thoughts of his own sensations aside, to push them away while he feasted on what he knew washiswoman.
“Sinjunplease…” Charis whispered the words into the silent air.
It was time. She couldn’t take any more and he wanted to hold the reins for her, to be there with her, to devour her release as he sucked down her moisture.
He tightened his grip on her buttocks, moving his hands so that his fingers could graze the crease between them and tease her higher. She shuddered as he brushed her tight little anal muscles and sucked in a harsh breath of air when he combined it with a renewed assault–by-tongue.
Rigid and breathless, it was almost as if he held her hovering above the bed, taut with desire, immobile and waiting for the wave to break.
Sinjun moved a hand, allowing a fingertip to push past the barrier into her arse. And then he pressed his mouth against her pussy and his tongue into her fire.
She croaked out something unintelligible, slammed her thighs together—nearly shattering his skull—and came, great spasms eating at his face, his tongue and his finger buried inside her. Her entire body shook as the contractions continued and she grasped handfuls of his hair to anchor herself against the whirlwind.
He could feel it, feel her every shudder, every trembling roll of release as it tore through her. He knew when it crested and knew when the aftereffects began to ripple more gently in its wake.
And when she finally sagged, limp in his grasp, he easily rolled her over onto her stomach.
“Forgive me. I’m not ready to take you yet. This must suffice.”
Her buttocks, the imprint of his fingers still reddening the round white flesh, called to him. He quickly moved so that his cock lay along the crack between them, holding his weight on his forearms and watching the engorged purple flesh as it lay against the white mounds.
Gritting his teeth, Sinjun moved, pressing himself down, letting her buttocks clasp his cock. A poor substitute for her pussy, but one he would take right now. It was either this or his hand. He would not come in her body until she was well aware of the consequences.
A few strokes, a few moments of rare delight when the heat of her arse seared his flesh—and he came, balls tight and shaking, spurting semen in creamy jets along her spine.
Lying still beneath him, Charis moved her head and tried to look back, then let her head fall into the pillow. “Oh, that feels so good…” Her buttocks flexed as he softened. Someday, perhaps, they would take this play a step further.
Sinjun smiled at the thought. Some day. There would be time, he knew. Time to explore the sensual depths that Charis probably didn’t know she possessed. But they were there. Heknew. And he’d be more than happy to teach her.
“I’m glad.” He eased away and kissed her bare shoulder, reaching for the pitcher and ewer on the stand next to the bed. Gently he cleaned her, wiping his cum from her skin, massaging her back, stroking her just for the pleasure of the contact between them.
