Releasing her mouth, he bent his head over her berry-ripe nipple and suckled hard.
Her thighs clamped his hand like a vise, and she spent, panting his name.
He took his hand from her pussy. In the light, his fingers glistened with her desire. She watched with pleasure-darkened eyes as he painted her nipples with her own dew, then drew a path back down to her lush, quivering petals.
“You look almost too pretty to eat,” he rasped. “Almost.”
“Oh, heavens. Oh, my goodness. Wei.”
Glory clutched Wei’s hair as another climax broke inside her. She arched her spine, and he growled, burying his tongue deeper inside her spasming passage, teasing out every shiver of bliss until she lay trembling and boneless.
He crawled up her body, kissing her deeply. The taste of her own pleasure made her nerves flutter anew.
“I love it when you come in my mouth,” he murmured.
“That’s good,” she said breathlessly. “Since you made me do it so many times.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Are you complaining, my sweet?”
“Of course not.”
But I’d like to do the same to you.
The thought flashed in her head, but she didn’t say it.
He read her mind anyway. “But?”
She hesitated, a lifetime of modesty making it difficult to admit what she wanted. She recalled her naughty fantasy, and heat flashed over her skin. What were the rules in lovemaking? Was it like dancing where a lady was supposed to follow a gentleman’s lead? True, Wei hadn’t seemed to mind the time she’d asked to touch his cock—actually, he’d seemed to enjoy it—but asking if she could kiss him there was brazen, even for her.
Wei looked down at her with brows drawn. “You can tell me anything, Glory. If I did anything that you did not enjoy or made you uncomfortable—”
“It’s not that,” she said hastily. “I enjoyed everything you did. But I…I…”
Mrs. Swann’s voice was the devil whispering on her shoulder. If you hold anything back—from me or each other—I will know.
“Tell me,” Wei said.
“I want to kiss you,” she blurted.
With a baffled smile, he leaned toward her. “That’s easy enough—”
“Not on the mouth. Well, there too, but what I mean is that I’d like to kiss you, um, elsewhere. The way you’ve kissed me. I don’t know if ladies are supposed to want to do that, but I’m curious,” she confessed. “I…I want to try it. If you don’t mind.”
At Wei’s stunned look, she stopped babbling and squirmed. Had her curiosity finally shocked him?
He abruptly rose, and her breath jabbed her throat like a fishbone. Did I go too far? He stood at the side of the bed, the muscular grooves and ridges of his form limned by the red light, his eyes dark and unreadable. She blinked when he crooked a finger at her.
“Come here, little tigress.” His voice had a primal edge that matched the way he fisted his cock, holding the meaty shaft as if it were bait. “Come take your first taste of me.”
The mingled heat of embarrassment and arousal were almost too much to bear. Yet she’d asked for this, and he was giving it to her. It was too late to turn back…and she didn’t want to. Certainty flooded her: Wei was the one man who truly valued her, curiosity and all. Who treated her oddities like they were treasures. With him, she was safe to be who she was.
Giddy with newfound confidence, she crawled playfully toward him like the pet name he’d given her. Amusement flashed in his gaze even as he pumped his cock in a lazy motion that made her pussy flutter. When she reached the side of the bed, she knelt and looked up at him.
“Ask for what you want, love,” he said.
At his command, her tummy quivered.
“May I kiss you…there?” She darted a glance at his member.
