Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

MAY

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been turned on to the point that I wanted to grab someone by the ears and wrap my legs around their head. But that was exactly where Hejun had me… on edge and desperate for more than his light caress.

Forcing my eyes open, I looked down at him where he knelt before me, intently watching his finger teasingly circle my clit. It never quite touched but always passed close enough that the anticipation of it was building.

He glanced up at me and met my gaze.

"You are very pretty, May," he said. His attention drifted back to his fingers. "Your scent is making my mouth water for my first taste."

My breath caught, and I couldn't believe how much I wanted that too.

His fingers circled dangerously close to my clit again before drifting down to my opening. He barely pressed a fingertip inside, and my hips jerked forward for more. He growled softly and stood.

"We should leave the shower before I start, or the water will turn cold before I finish. I will not drink my fill of you quickly."

Drink his fill?

I nodded, and he had the water off and me up in his arms before I finished.

He didn't pause to take a towel when he stepped out of the shower. Soaking wet, he strode back to the bedroom with me in his arms.

"Wait. You're going to get the bed wet," I said as he laid me down on the comforter.

"It will be fine," he said, his gaze drifting to my legs.

"I'll get cold."

He grabbed the end of the comforter and flipped it over my torso, making sure to keep it off my lower half that he was staring at like a starved man. I laughed at his eagerness until he ran his hands down my wet legs, nudging them apart.

"Open for me, May. Let me see you."

My stomach somersaulted at the rough edge in his voice. Not in a bad way but in a good way.

I'd satisfied the needs of countless men, but never once had they taken the time to satisfy me. None of them had ever stared at me as reverently as Hejun did now. None of them had ever taken the time to wash my hair or care for me in any way other than what was necessary to keep me alive so they could use me.

But not Hejun. Even as he waited for me to decide, his thumbs gently stroked over my thighs. Small, slow circles that showed his patience even as his gaze showed his need.

I didn't want to lose that.

"I'm worried you're not going to like it," I admitted.

His gaze finally lifted and met mine.

"I had the same fear. Did you like tasting me?"

"I did."

"Then let me try. Please. The choice is yours, though."

Slowly, I parted my legs. He inhaled deeply.

"I will stop if you don't like it. But you might have to pull my hair to gain my attention," he said in a low voice before he reverently dipped his head and placed a kiss on my inner thigh.

Like I'd done to him, he slowly teased his way to where I wanted him. When he parted me and licked me from bottom to top the first time, we groaned together. He gripped my thighs more firmly and repeated the process several times before his tongue circled my clit like his finger had. I reached for his head, lost in the feeling of intense pleasure.

I'd heard women talk about how fey loved giving oral to their women but hadn't believed it until that moment.

Hejun used his tongue like he couldn't get enough of me. And when my fingers accidentally brushed his ears, he growled and thrust his tongue deep inside of me. I moaned and panted until he pulled back and closed his mouth over my clit, sucking it gently as he flicked it with his tongue.

My world shattered in a high-pitched cry, and I convulsed with the most needed and beautiful orgasm of my life. He stayed with me, letting me ride out the waves, and softened his touch as they ebbed.

Spent, I lay there, catching my breath as he lightly kissed my thighs and stomach.

I felt…wanted. Cherished.

"That was amazing, Hejun," I said.

He grunted, placed a kiss directly over my sensitive clit, and then began teasing my opening with his tongue. Bit by bit, he slowly rekindled that need in me. Before long, I was reaching for his head again. He seemed to read me like a book. He knew just when to add pressure. Just when to change his technique and when I balanced on the edge.

The second time I came, I wailed out a tortured sound. My hips tried leaving the bed. He trapped them with his hands and continued devouring me like a starved man until I planted a foot on his shoulder and pushed him away.

He quickly gathered me into his arms, hugging me to his impressive chest.

"I am sorry, May," he said, smoothing a hand down my back. "I did not mean to hurt you." He kissed the top of my head. "Your taste distracted me. I forgot to take care."

My head lolled against his chest.

"Not hurt," I managed. "Tired."

He kissed the top of my head again and reclined against the headboard. Lying curled up on top of him, I snuggled in and closed my eyes.

As his hand skated gently over my bare back without veering anywhere else, I felt how much he cared for me as a person, not a sex object. Yet, what we'd done together had been amazing. Easily the best make-out session of my life. And after a short nap, I'd be more than willing to go another round with Hejun.

And not even in the name of science.

Hejun made me feel like I was the only person in his world, and I was ready to admit that I wanted him to become the only person in mine, too.