is... it's boiling over!" Ken Jin said. She heard awe and shock in his voice, but she didn't care.
"Touch me," she ordered. "Touch me or I'll scream." She might scream anyway, but at least this way she could focus on something—on the glide of the razor, on the touch of his hands, on anything but the building pressure to cry out, to explode.
"Try to direct the energy," he coaxed.
"Where?" she gasped.
Then she felt him. A single finger found her core and pushed inside. She straightened up on a gasp, half shocked and half relieved. She needed to see what he was doing. Like before, when he put his finger in her mouth, he only pressed in to his first knuckle; but she felt the sensation all the way to her spine.
She tried to pull away. Nothing had ever invaded her like that. Nothing had ever expanded her like this. He pushed deeper. She moaned and arched her hips. But not away; she wanted him deeper. She wanted to know just how powerful he was, just how much he could make her feel.
"Draw your energy down, Miss Charlotte. Send it to me. I will catch it."
"How?" she gasped. "I don't understand."
"Move your hands in circles on your breasts."
Her whole body was shaking; her buttocks tightened and released against the bed. She recognized the build to climax, and yet... this was different. This was with him, and this was so much more than ever before.
"Circles, Miss Charlotte." When she didn't obey, he shifted slightly. "Mimic me, Miss Charlotte, do what I do."
She didn't understand. Her entire lower body was on fire, and he wanted her to...
She felt his finger. No, not his finger—his thumb—on her private parts. It slid forward, higher than where his finger was embedded deep within her. It flowed upward, slipping under and around her most sensitive spot.
"Your hands, Miss Charlotte. Move them around your nipples exactly as I am moving around the yin pearl." His thumb roved a long circle counterclockwise.
"No," she growled. "You're missing—"
"I am not missing anything, Miss Charlotte! Do what I say." Again came the long slow circle that sent shock waves of heat across her skin. And not just her skin; the heat—the energy —went deeper, through her belly and up her spine, every direction but inward, every place but where she most wanted it.
"Miss Charlotte!" His voice held an unsettling note of panic.
"Yes, yes." She tried to focus. Her hands lay on her breasts, so it took little effort for her to push them into motion. She couldn't manage a single direction, so she moved both hands together, toward her breastbone, then circled inward and up, over the tops before coming down again. But it wasn't what she wanted. "I need more, Ken Jin."
Her legs were spread wide. She was half sitting, half reclining, but her entire body was pushing toward him, toward his hand and the circles. His voice was like distant thunder in her ears—barely heard and yet still powerful.
"Your yin is chaotic. You must focus it, Miss Charlotte. You must—"
"I can't!" It was a wail.
"Hush! You will wake the entire household!"
She swallowed and nodded. But her breath was in gasps, her body usurped by this overwhelming heat.
"Focus!" he ordered, and she saw the sweat bead on his brow before his head dropped between her thighs. "I will draw out the yin, but you must send it to me." Then he dropped to lie flat on the mattress, his wide shoulders spreading her legs even farther.
His fingers withdrew, and she whimpered at the loss. But then she felt his hands cup her buttocks as he lifted her up. His fingers burrowed along the sides of her tailbone. Four pressure points on either side, digging down toward him in a rhythmic pull. Wonderful, but too little.
She began to whimper, not in desire but in frustration.
Her hands jerked off her breasts. She had to stabilize her position on the mattress or fall. Random eruptions of heat burned her skin—on her neck, around her left hip, down by her shin—but none of it made any sense and the whole
"Touch me," she ordered. "Touch me or I'll scream." She might scream anyway, but at least this way she could focus on something—on the glide of the razor, on the touch of his hands, on anything but the building pressure to cry out, to explode.
"Try to direct the energy," he coaxed.
"Where?" she gasped.
Then she felt him. A single finger found her core and pushed inside. She straightened up on a gasp, half shocked and half relieved. She needed to see what he was doing. Like before, when he put his finger in her mouth, he only pressed in to his first knuckle; but she felt the sensation all the way to her spine.
She tried to pull away. Nothing had ever invaded her like that. Nothing had ever expanded her like this. He pushed deeper. She moaned and arched her hips. But not away; she wanted him deeper. She wanted to know just how powerful he was, just how much he could make her feel.
"Draw your energy down, Miss Charlotte. Send it to me. I will catch it."
"How?" she gasped. "I don't understand."
"Move your hands in circles on your breasts."
Her whole body was shaking; her buttocks tightened and released against the bed. She recognized the build to climax, and yet... this was different. This was with him, and this was so much more than ever before.
"Circles, Miss Charlotte." When she didn't obey, he shifted slightly. "Mimic me, Miss Charlotte, do what I do."
She didn't understand. Her entire lower body was on fire, and he wanted her to...
She felt his finger. No, not his finger—his thumb—on her private parts. It slid forward, higher than where his finger was embedded deep within her. It flowed upward, slipping under and around her most sensitive spot.
"Your hands, Miss Charlotte. Move them around your nipples exactly as I am moving around the yin pearl." His thumb roved a long circle counterclockwise.
"No," she growled. "You're missing—"
"I am not missing anything, Miss Charlotte! Do what I say." Again came the long slow circle that sent shock waves of heat across her skin. And not just her skin; the heat—the energy —went deeper, through her belly and up her spine, every direction but inward, every place but where she most wanted it.
"Miss Charlotte!" His voice held an unsettling note of panic.
"Yes, yes." She tried to focus. Her hands lay on her breasts, so it took little effort for her to push them into motion. She couldn't manage a single direction, so she moved both hands together, toward her breastbone, then circled inward and up, over the tops before coming down again. But it wasn't what she wanted. "I need more, Ken Jin."
Her legs were spread wide. She was half sitting, half reclining, but her entire body was pushing toward him, toward his hand and the circles. His voice was like distant thunder in her ears—barely heard and yet still powerful.
"Your yin is chaotic. You must focus it, Miss Charlotte. You must—"
"I can't!" It was a wail.
"Hush! You will wake the entire household!"
She swallowed and nodded. But her breath was in gasps, her body usurped by this overwhelming heat.
"Focus!" he ordered, and she saw the sweat bead on his brow before his head dropped between her thighs. "I will draw out the yin, but you must send it to me." Then he dropped to lie flat on the mattress, his wide shoulders spreading her legs even farther.
His fingers withdrew, and she whimpered at the loss. But then she felt his hands cup her buttocks as he lifted her up. His fingers burrowed along the sides of her tailbone. Four pressure points on either side, digging down toward him in a rhythmic pull. Wonderful, but too little.
She began to whimper, not in desire but in frustration.
Her hands jerked off her breasts. She had to stabilize her position on the mattress or fall. Random eruptions of heat burned her skin—on her neck, around her left hip, down by her shin—but none of it made any sense and the whole
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