So close. So intimate. She felt every part of her liquify at his nearness.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, his words a low murmur against her ear.
“About your exercises. How you fight enemies. How I love to watch you do it.”
“Then maybe we should begin with that instead of the fan dance.”
“But—”
“Shhh. I will go slow.”
It was a strange thing to move her body in concert with another. Not just in concert, but as one being, flowing forward, shifting backwards, turning a slow circle. He was pressed against her back, pushing her into the movements and then supporting her as he pulled her back.
That alone set her feelings soaring. Forward and back, pressing here and cupping there. But when he began to turn her, encircling her and tugging her around, he pulled her off balance, and yet still supported her.
Such strength he had. Such power to move her body as if it were his own.
“Pretend you have fans now,” he said against her temple. She felt the movement of his lips against her skin. “I will guide your body. Use your fans to show me where you are aroused.”
She jolted in shock. “You want to see… You want to know…’
“Yes and yes.” Then he took her hands and pressed them to her breasts. “Here?”
The sensation even of her own hands on her breasts made her body tighten with hunger.
“Tell me, Ling Xin. Where do you feel most alive right now?”
“My nipples,” she said. They were tight enough to skate the edge of pain. And because his hands still pressed hers against her breasts, she moved her fingers in a way that she knew felt so good.
“Yes,” he murmured. “You should do that with your fans.”
“Open and close them?”
“Yes.”
She set her hands to her breasts, opening and closing her fingers as if they were the fans. She felt every shift against her nipples and her body arched without her willing it. But how good it felt to press her bottom against his dragon. She felt it hot and hard just behind her buttocks.
When he pressed back into her, she knew she had done well.
And again, they began to move in that same forward and back motion, pushing and cupping, with the occasional off-balance twist.
“Where do you hunger now?” he asked.
She couldn’t voice it aloud, so she arched her back and straightened such that her bottom stroked his dragon. He hissed in reaction, and she felt his hands tremble, but he didn’t give way. Instead, he took one of her hands and put it to her lower belly.
“That is where I am aroused,” he said. “Show me where you are.”
“You know where,” she said.
“I do, but this is a dance. You must show me with your hands.”
And so she did as he bid, pressing her spread hand lower until she covered her mons.
“Does it throb?” he asked.
Not until he said the word. And so in answer, she opened and closed her hand as if it were a fan.
“This is not a dance,” she protested. This was torture with him so close but not touching her the way she wanted.