Chapter 31 - You've Bewitched Me

Ru Shi did not wait for his approval. She pushed him down on his back and hovered above him. Shockingly she felt comfortable in her own n.a.k.e.dness.

His eyes moved over the length of her body.

"Gosh, you're so incredible, Kitten," he says dazedly.

He made her feel like she is no longer the Ru Shi from the past twenty-two years, but instead a bolder version of herself. Intent on driving him mad, she slowly lowered her body on top of his, carefully brushing the tips of her b.r.e.a.s.ts against his skin and a sweet surge of ecstasy moved through his body. His hands moved up to her hair and held her head as she slowly kissed and licked her way down the length of his body.

"Kitten," He whispered the endearment in a tortured voice, his need driving him on. She looked up at him and her eyes met his heavy-lidded gaze. She tasted the tip of him and watched in satisfaction as he closed his eyes and moved his head up, the veins in his neck standing out from the way he has clenched his jaw.

She put her mouth over his tip and slowly moved it down, s.u.c.k.i.n.g as she did. She felt him grab hold of her hair tighter and she knew that she was doing the right thing. She took him deeper in her mouth, s.u.c.k.i.n.g harder, and moved up and down, the same way he moved inside of her.

"Damn, Kitten!" he growled with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

She liked the way he tastes, feels, and she especially loved the power she had over him. Her mouth took more of him in, all the while s.u.c.k.i.n.g and l.i.c.k.i.n.g; giving him a taste of the sweet torture he had bestowed upon her before. His h.i.p.s move up to her mouth, wanting more of her.

She obliged, hell-bent on driving him over the edge. He grabbed hold of her n.a.k.e.d waist and pulled her up on top of him. His mouth found hers, and he kissed her savagely with his fevered need. He hauled her waist down and quickly plunged deep, deep inside her.

"Oh, Mu Chang!" she exclaimed in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as he pushed even further. He was a beast at this moment, lost; completely lost in a vortex of d.e.s.i.r.e. His hand twisted in her hair, his tongue moved deep in her throat, and she welcomed the sweet assault.

"You've bewitched me," is his raw answer as he pulled his mouth away from hers and turned her on her back, so he can f.u.c.k her harder and deeper than before. His hands grabbed her bottom and lifted her so she could take more of him in.

His fiery mouth moved to her ear, l.i.c.k.i.n.g, teasing; making her go wild.

"Does this feel good, Kitten?"

His voice is hoarse as he pulled out and thrusts so deep inside her again, that she thought she was going to die from the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of it all.

He moved again, harder, faster, and she pulled him closer to her, wanting every piece of him around her, in her and devouring her.

He slowed the tempo, teasing her, knowing how close she was to an o.r.g.a.s.m on a whim.

"Mu Chang, please!" she begged him.

"Tell me," he pants. "Is it good?"

Her hands move to his a.s.s and she tried to pull him in deeper, fully, like he was before. But he would not budge. His experience gives him diabolical control.

"Yes," she almost screamed.

She knew she sounded desperate, but she did not care. He made her into this person, made her want him so badly it hurt and now he had to give her what she needed badly.

"Yes? Tell me, Kitten," he says again softly.

Methodically he slowly sinks back inside her and she could not hold back the m.o.a.n that escaped her throat.

"Yeah, it feels good!" she told him as she grabbed his face. She looked up at him, saw the d.e.s.i.r.e he had for her, and she lifted her h.i.p.s up, intentionally pulling more of him in.

His eyes are glazed with passion, with n.a.k.e.d need, and it made her feel so powerful. She pulled his mouth down to hers and s.u.c.k.e.d on his lower lip, the same way she did on his c.o.c.k, and she felt his body tense with d.e.s.i.r.e. She became braver.

"You're so hot," she whispered to him.

"You make me feel alive but you have to know this. You have to know..."

Their hearts beat so hard against each other that it is almost like they are one.

Minutes later, when she could breathe again, she c.a.r.e.s.sed his back and hair, completely in awe of her transformation. Instead of feeling guilt or shame, she felt only bliss and was so completely at peace. Instead of questioning why and how this happened to her of all people, she felt content. He shifted and pulled up away from her so he could look down at what she is sure is her thoroughly ravished face. He looked sated.

"You're going to kill me if we keep this up," he joked.

She rolled her eyes.

"You started it with your little chase," she responded cheekily.

"You didn't seem too bothered by it," he says with a tender smile.

"Should I have been?" she asked, even though she knew what the answer was.

"Never!"

He put on his clothes. She covered her b.r.e.a.s.ts with her hands when he made his way back to her.

"You make me lose all control," he told her, smiling tenderly at her. She could not respond because she was suddenly a little embarrassed to be lying on the bed n.a.k.e.d while he was standing over her.