And so without another word, he took her hand and gently brought it to the ties of his short pants.
She was hesitant. But her fingers twitched with eagerness, and he knew she was as eager to learn as he was to teach. Still, he cautioned her.
“I will not touch you,” he said. “I will not harm you, but you must choose this. I am risking much.”
“I know,” she said softly. “But I will not tell. You are helping me.”
Was he? Debatable. Especially as his organ swelled to near bursting. But one look at her told him that she was equally aroused. Her breasts were high and pointed, and her lips were wet where she had licked them.
She wanted what he offered, and worm that he was, he intended to take full advantage of that. But she had to make the first move. He would not have her say he forced her.
“Release my pants and you will see my male dragon, full and eager because I am a man and you are beautiful.”
She looked at him as if to gauge his truthfulness. He held his expression calm, but he could not hide the way his organ bobbed in hunger though she had yet to touch him.
“Are you lying to me?” she asked in a whisper.
“No.” Then he arched a brow. “You can see the evidence yourself.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not about that. I know that a dragon thickens.” She looked hard into his eyes. “Do you lie about this being the way to the emperor’s heart?”
“It is the way to the emperor’s bed.”
He could see the truth of that hit her, but he also guessed that she’d been looking for a reason to do what she really wanted.
She needed no more prompting. Her fingers fell to his pants, untying the rough cord with ease. The fabric tented over his erection. He was about to say something to encourage her to uncover him, but he needn’t have worried.
She pulled down the fabric and smiled as his full dragon sprang up toward her.
Cold air hit his heated flesh, and he shuddered at the sensation. He prayed that he could keep himself calm long enough to enjoy what was coming. Meanwhile, she was studying him as if he were a Confucian text.
“The emperor will be like this?” she asked.
“No doubt he will be bigger, more impressive—”
“And shoot stars of golden light from his tip. Yes, I’m sure that’s true.” Her tone was thick with irony. “I believe he is a man just like you.”
The emperor was a great deal more than Zhi Hao could ever be, simply because he was the emperor. But Zhi Hao didn’t argue. He was more interested in what she would do next.
The answer surprised him. She approached him logically, asking for direction rather than grabbing him. That proved she was smart and that she could control her impulsive nature when she wanted.
“How do I touch it?” she asked. “Do I grip it with strength? Does it prefer caresses? How—”
“Every man is different, but I think variety is what entices most men.”
She nodded, her focus very intent. Then she began to explore.
He saw no more hesitation in her, but a systematic discovery—with an excruciatingly light touch—of his length and girth. If felt like being caressed by lightning. Tingle and fire wherever she touched, lingering long after she’d moved on.
It took all of his strength to keep his breath even. And then she grew bolder.
She enfolded him in her grip, and he felt each finger wrap around him in a delightful sheath. Indeed, his eyes rolled back in his head and his buttocks tightened, naturally thrusting into her hand.
“This feels good?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “You like it completely covered?”
He nodded, trying to keep his sanity when pleasure wrapped around his organ.
“It is what a man feels when he is inside a woman and they make a child,” he said. “He enters her and she squeezes him.”