With a guttural sound of exultation, he thrust home.
Glory gasped as Wei entered her. His manhood felt like a hot bar of steel driving into her core. Even though she wanted him, she wasn’t prepared for the bite of pain and deep stretch that pushed the breath from her lungs. Just as she feared that he might not fit, he stilled, his forehead creasing.
“Are you all right, love?” he said.
She managed a nod. “Is it always this, um, tight?”
“I wouldn’t know.” His eyes roved over her, so hot and possessive that her heart fluttered giddily despite her discomfort. “I’ve never been anyone’s first lover before.”
“Oh.” She liked that—liked that this was a first for him too.
“I’m told some pain can be normal at first.” He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Breathe, love. I won’t move until you ask me to.”
She hadn’t even realized that she was holding her breath. She exhaled, then inhaled deeply. As she repeated the cycle, the pain began to ebb, replaced by a feeling of fullness.
“Better?” he asked.
Nodding, she said hesitantly, “I’m ready, I think. If you want, you can try moving now.”
His eyes had a wicked twinkle. “We’ll know you’re ready when you ask me nicely.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he bent his head, closing his lips over her nipple. His tongue sent licks of fire over her skin. When he drew on her sensitive tip, her pussy clenched, the sensation tender yet strangely exciting. He moved his attention to her other breast, suckling until she began to squirm, the fullness at her center morphing into unbearable need.
“Please, Wei,” she gasped. “Do something. Please.”
As he continued lazily tonguing her nipples, he moved his hand between them, his thumb circling another peak where she throbbed. The combined sensations built and built until she was desperate for relief. Instinctively, she shifted her hips and felt his cock go deeper. But there was no pain now, only a pulsating desire for more.
“Now you’re ready.” Satisfaction gleamed in his gaze. “Move with me, sweeting.”
He thrust slowly, and his movements felt good, then better than good. They felt as essential as the way he looked at her, as if she were the most precious thing he’d ever seen. She ran her hands over his shoulders, biceps, and chest, reveling in his rippling power. In the fact that this splendid man was hers.
“You feel so bloody good,” Wei grated out. “Can you take more?”
“I want everything you have to give.”
He gave her what she asked for, the vigorous drives of his cock pushing a gasp from her lips. There was only pleasure, building and building with the rhythmic slaps of his skin against hers. Suddenly, he shifted his angle, hitting some high, exquisite place inside. She cried his name as her release rushed over her, bliss blasting through every cell of her being.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Wei said fiercely. “And you’re mine.”
He surged inside her. Again and again and again, stimulating that spot until the waves of pleasure began anew. Suddenly, he pulled out, and even as her pussy clenched on emptiness, her breath caught at the virile display. His fist flashed up and down his huge, glistening shaft, his biceps bulging, the muscles of his chest standing out in stark relief. Then he threw his head back on a shout, and she gasped as milky streams shot from his cock and rained hotly upon her belly.
Lowering himself onto his forearms, he blanketed her body with his. His solid weight and the scent of his satisfaction added to her own fulfillment. She floated in the warmth of his proprietary gaze.
“Is your curiosity satisfied, little one?” he asked huskily.
She thought about it. “For the time being. But I still have questions.”
“About?”
“Positions, amongst other things. I think I will be requiring additional lessons.”
His eyes bright with laughter, he said, “I shall be happy to oblige, my love.”
And he did, all through the night.
Thirty-Six
Wei surfaced from a deep sleep. Without opening his eyes, he sensed the emptiness beside him. But he smiled because he could smell Glory’s orchid scent, lingering like the sweetest aftermath.
