“Is it?” he asked. “Without any experience, coupling with a virgin is boring.” His teeth nipped at her ear. “A concubine must not be boring.”
She knew that to be true. She also knew that no concubine got this kind of training. They were doing things that were forbidden, and yet, she so wanted to know. What was it that made Tai Lai demand this? What did she feel when she arched and cried out?
“I am a virgin,” she said even as she spread her knees a little wider.
“And so you will remain,” he said as he turned his hand over so that he cupped her fully. His hand was large and intimate, and she felt as if he held the whole of her in his palm. “And you will remember me always,” he said as he pushed a finger inside her.
She cried out in alarm. No man had ever penetrated her like that before. But it felt good. Such thickness inside her. It was wicked, but she liked it even as she clenched around his finger. She couldn’t keep him inside, though, and he was slow as he withdrew, rolling his knuckles forward across a place she’d only discovered with him the day before.
How good it felt! Lightning bolts through her body. She arched as she rose up higher on her knees.
“Move as you will,” he said as he adjusted his position beside her. He braced her on the side while his right hand played between her thighs. “Make whatever sounds you like. They are common here.”
She didn’t want to act so wanton. She knew this was not the behavior of a virgin, and yet how could she stop when his hand and body urged her to more? Her thighs tightened as she moved with his hands. Without her willing it so, her back began to arch, and her hips thrust forward and back, forward and back over his hand.
“So hot,” he whispered. “So wet. I cannot believe you are a virgin.”
“I’ve never–” she gasped, her mind splintering.
His fingers moved without pattern. Or perhaps she could not understand the pattern for her mind was completely absorbed in the feel of his fingers on her body, the sweet thunder of her heart, and the wildness he drew from her so effortlessly. She was shaking, her buttocks lifting and lowering her as he encouraged. Chest to chest, he held her while below his finger pressed in again, then pulled out, pressed in and pulled out.
“Kiss me,” he said against her ear. “Kiss me so you do not scream.”
She had no strength to do anything, but he had power enough for them both. He pressed his mouth to hers and thrust his tongue inside. He touched every part of her mouth while she writhed from how he touched her below. And then it happened.
She cried out though her mouth was fused to his. She clenched and contracted. She felt a bliss that radiated through every muscle, every inch, every pore. He held her restrained as the contraction of her womb roared through her blood. He kept his mouth on hers, his hand cupping her, and his fingerdeep inside, still thrusting into her. She felt him there as her body compressed around him and her mind splintered from the wonder of it all.
Such bliss!
And when the shudders eased, when the breath returned to her body and her thighs dropped her down, he still held her tight, supporting her as she fell back onto her heels. He pressed tiny kisses to her cheek, then down to her neck. His hand remained cupped against her body, his finger still pressed deep inside her. She did not move to close her legs. She did not have the strength.
“That was wonderful,” she whispered.
“There is more,” he said.
She blinked. She could not imagine more. Then he lifted his head, his eyes twinkling in the darkness.
“Did you not hear Tai Lai?” he asked. “She said, ‘Again. This time slower.’”
