Her legs quivered, squeezing his broad shoulders as if she could draw him closer. Her feet curled into his sides and her body quivered.
Then he raised his head off her mound. “Have you touched yourself, Li-Na? Since the last time. Did you touch yourself and think of me?”
She had no breath to lie. “Yes.”
“I did, too. So often.”
“But it was. Different.” She tugged at his arms, trying to draw him up higher. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted his strength inside her. But he was too big for her to move, and the sight of him grinning up at her from between her legs made her feel even more like a morsel eaten by a tiger.
Odd how that thought pleasured her.
“Touch your breasts,” he said. “Do that for me.”
She couldn’t refuse him. Not when he looked at her like that. So she lifted her hands and cupped her breasts.
“Do what I did to you. Squeeze your nipples. Stretch them out toward me. Yes,” he said. “Just like that.”
She was coiled upward, her hands on her breasts as she manipulated her nipples. He was watching with the candlelight dancing in his eyes. His pleasure was obvious, but no more than hers as excitement coiled inside her.
She bit her lower lip hard enough to make it swell. Then she stuck out her tongue to soothe it while his gaze grew hot and his fingers wandered. He pressed deep inside her, then pulled out. And he dipped his head like a tiger drinking from a stream, and he licked her.
Long, sweet licks.
“Don’t stop,” he said, and it took a moment to realize that he said the words, not her. She didn’t want him to stop. And he wanted to see her breasts.
She molded them as he watched. She squeezed them while he licked. And then he increased the tempo.
He adjusted his hold on her, spreading her knees wider. His palms cupped her bottom as she rose to press into his tongue.Taste me! Suck me!These words shot through her mind as he did everything she wanted and more.
And all the while, he watched her. His gaze fixed on her breasts or her face. She didn’t know. She couldn’t know because the sensations built to a frenzy.
She threw her head back.
Her breasts thrust to the sky.
He sucked.
He stroked.
And she shattered.
Ecstasy! And yet it wasn’t enough. If she had to give up the title of wife, then he could not hold back everything she wished to learn. She already knew about a man’s penetration. This time, she wanted to know about feeling pleasure. About willingness and shared completion.
So she grabbed him by the ears. She swept up and took hold of her tiger and spoke her own demands. “All of it.”
“Li-Na—” he began, but she shook her head.
“You promised to teach me.” She caught his mouth in hers, she thrust her tongue inside him, and she gripped his arms and hauled him close. And when she pulled back from him, she spoke her demand. “I want it.”
“I—” His words were choked off, and his expression tortured. “I’m trying to respect—”
“Me,” she said. “Respect what I am saying.” Then she lifted up. “Do you want—”
“Yes,” he rasped. He lifted himself off her. His lower half was still covered, but within moments, he had stripped himself free. He stood before her as proud as before when the sunlight had bathed his body in glory.
She reached out to stroke him. She wanted to feel his silky heat again, but he ducked away. He pulled out an envelope from a drawer beneath his water basin. She knew what a French Letter was, but she still watched with interest as he rolled it on to his member. He was large and the gut stretched thin but still held. And then he climbed back on the bed as he set himself between her thighs.
“I will stop if you ask me to. I swear!”
