He jolted. “What?”
“This morning before I left.” She grinned. “I had a little time to study it before we made it to the Forbidden City.”
She was still stroking him, and he clearly was having trouble focusing. “What?”
“There is a picture in it,” she said. “I want to try it.”
And so saying, she set her mouth to his dragon. This wasn’t the position in the book, but it was the beginning of it. And from his reaction, this was good enough.
She felt his buttocks flex as he began to push into her mouth. His breath was ragged, and his hands trembled along her back. Then abruptly, he pulled back.
“No,” he rasped.
She looked up, confused. “But—”
“You first, my love. You first.”
She flushed, feeling the heat of his words filling her whole body. He’d called her his love. And while she gloried at that, he gently stripped her of the rest of her clothing.
She was naked now as she’d never been before in front of him. She might have felt self-conscious, but he didn’t give her time for doubt. His eyes raked her body, and then his hands followed wherever his gaze roamed.
Her breasts. Her waist. And then her thighs as he pulled her knees open.
Was it time now? Would he enter her and take her virginity?
She felt her belly tighten in anxiety. She trusted him completely, but the taking of her virginity would be new. She’d been told it always hurt.
And while she was fighting her nerves, he slid his hands up her thighs and pressed his thumbs between her folds.
“So wet,” he whispered.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t as her back arched and her legs widened until she was completely open to him.
She heard him inhale deeply, his eyes glittering as he said, “I love your scent.” Then he maneuvered onto the cot, much too low to use his dragon.
She frowned as she pushed up on her elbows. “Wha—”
Her word was cut off as he set his mouth between her thighs. The things he had done in her mouth, he now did between her thighs. He swirled his tongue against her pearl, he thrust it deep inside her, and he stroked and teased and explored as if she were the most delicious treat he’d ever tasted.
And she flew.
Every stroke, every press, every thrust ratcheted her higher. She went wild beneath his tongue, but he held her down with his hands. Her belly quivered, her breath hitched, and then…
He sucked on her pearl.
She exploded.
And soared.
And while she was still bucking with every wave, he quickly climbed onto the cot. He kept her legs spread with his knees as he lowered himself on top of her.
The waves were barely eased. She was still soaring with the contractions. But she had enough breath to look at him and whisper his word back to her.
“Love.”
“Love,” he returned.
And then he thrust.