shook. His lady was turned on. If he needed no other proof, he had her wetness before he had so much as made a single ministration toward her pleasure. She had gotten hot giving him the best sucking of his life—or non-life—both, actually.
Hanzi licked her clit until it came out to play with him. He buried his face deeper inside of her until he bit. She cried out before she grabbed the back of his neck. He loved the sting of her nails on his skin.
“Shit. Hanzi.”
He snickered, which she must have liked because she moaned again. Her knees tried to close, but he stopped them.
“Keep them open.”
She obeyed. Good girl. His lady knew how to listen, which was excellent since he intended to reward her for her good behavior.
He drew back, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He pressed a finger inside her to explore more of her warmth. She moaned again, and her muscles clenched to greet him. He couldn’t wait until it was his cock and not his fingers pressing inside.
First she had to be ready, completely.
“I want you to come before I’m in you. Your pleasure’s what I wish, Adrienne. My kicsikém.” He added two fingers to his play. She quivered beneath his touch. “I’m going to pleasure you.”
With his thumb he found her clit again and rubbed. A circular motion until he found a pattern she liked. Her body cued him. When she shook and moaned, he listened to the instructions her reactions revealed. Finally, when he’d heated her to the moment, he increased the pressure, holding her legs where he wanted them. He’d forgive her not listening this time about keeping them open. They were learning each other for the first time tonight.
There would be time to perfect their lovemaking. By all that was holy, how she had gone down on him. He loved her tongue.
He pinched her clit, and she cried out as her wetness soaked his fingers. He grinned. Hanzi had told her to come and she had done so.
“Good girl.”
Having fulfilled his need to bring her the pleasure she gave to him, he became aware how hard his balls were. His cock stood fully awake again, as if he hadn’t spent himself only minutes earlier.
When she opened her eyes to grin at him, he was hooked. Whatever was left of his heart belonged to her entirely. He would never escape, nor did he want to. Adrienne was perfection personified.
The universe made such a creature for him? He kissed her, capturing her sweet lips again. She shuddered beneath him, the last jolts of his pleasuring her moving through her body.
Her breasts had been left out of their encounter. He didn’t intend to continue to neglect them. They were supple and filled more than his hand.
“Hanzi.” She whispered his name. “I still need you.” Her voice sounded hoarse.
“I need you, too.” And probably always would. If she didn’t want to be turned, he wouldn’t—he’d spend her mortal life with her. Every day and night of it. Then eternity mourning her loss.
She wrapped her legs against him, and his cock leaked. The woman mastered him. He would do whatever she desired whenever she asked it.
“We needn’t hurry. I realize our joining has been frenzied. Yet we have lots of time.”
Adrienne shook her head. “I feel so good and also I’m aching.”
He raised his head to look at her. Her response was unexpected. Was she actually in pain?
“Adrienne?”
“Please. Won’t you fill me, honey? I want to feel your cock inside of me.”
Hanzi kissed her gently. “I will. If it’s what you want.”
“We can be slow another time, okay?” Her eyes were pleading. “I feel as though I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time. I didn’t know I was, but since I’ve realized it, it’s as if I’m thirsty and you’ve only offered me a drop of water. Please.”
For the second time, she’d used the “p” word.
“You never need beg me for anything. If you want a fast coupling, then you’ll have it quick. One time.”
He moved until he positioned himself near
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