“What you have done is a dance. Feel how your body moves against me. Remember what is to happen now, so you can imitate it in the future.”
She twisted to look up at him while he still pressed into her back. She wanted to ask what he meant, but he did not give her the chance. Before she could do more than turn her head, he slid his hands up her arms and down her front. Within the space of a breath, he took hold of her breasts. His arms surrounded her while he squeezed her nipples hard enough that she gasped.
But, oh how good it felt! That sharp pain made her knees go weak, but she would not leave the circle of his arms. She wanted him around her. She wanted him on her. She wanted—
“Lean forward,” he said. “Set your hands on the table.”
She had no will to resist. What he was doing was thrilling. She felt so petite in his arms, delicate and feminine against his power. And with her leaning down, her breasts fell into his hands. Such things he did with them. It felt entirely different than it had when she was reclining against him in the tree.
How her body throbbed with each shift of his fingers.
And then she stopped thinking at all as his hands moved from her breasts to her thighs. She wore her usual light nightrobe, the silk flowing about her body. But with her pressed forward, he had room to slide down her back and gather the fabric in his own hands.
“Trust me,” he said. “I will not take your virginity.”
“I do—” she began, but her words were cut off as he flipped her clothing up over her back. Suddenly she was naked from the waist down.
“You are gorgeous,” he said as his hands cupped her bottom. He squeezed the lobes, tightening around them before lifting them up. “I can smell your musk from here,” he murmured.
She could smell his. And she could feel his dragon as he rubbed through his pants into the folds of her bottom. She tightened in reaction, pressing backwards, and he groaned in response.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Yes, I could give you all my chi right now,” he said as he thrust upward. “But not yet. You must share.”
She wanted to share everything. Turning slightly, she looked at him from over her shoulder. She knew her expression was coy as she bit her lip and dared him to make her offer her chi. He growled in appreciation.
“You will make me forget to teach.”
She shook her head. “I will remind you,” she said. “What should I experience now? What must I remember?”
“This,” he said. Then he wrapped his arm around her hip and plunged his fingers between her thighs.
She cried out at the invasion even as she spread her legs. He was so hard, so forceful, and she ought to hate it. But she didn’t. She wanted his strength inside her. She wanted him to polish her pearl, to thrust his fingers inside her, and to press her down, down, down until she was pinned and he served her from above.
And so that was what they did.
She braced herself, arching her back as his fingers explored her intimate petals. He opened her and thrust inside. His breath was a hot rasp against her back as he plundered inside her. She tried to make sense of what his fingers were doing, but the movement was chaotic, his fingers going everywhere.
She moved her hips, trying to adjust, but he kept her pinned. His weight against her back felt lovely, and the power in his thrust against her bottom let her know that he was as wild as she.
And then he found her pearl. He did no more than push his thumb upward, but she knew what it was now. She ground against him. She felt impaled on his hand with his thumb pushing against her pearl. And she felt him behind her, holding her, surrounding her, and giving her exactly what she wanted.
Up and down, she moved against his hand.
Her back arched. Her pulse beat in her ears.
And then she exploded.
Her body went wild, the waves overwhelming her.
She cried out from ecstasy.
And she rode his hand as long as she could stand it.
Until it was done. Until her body slowed and the waves eased. Until she collapsed forward against the table, and he…
He…
What was he doing?