Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
I gazed up at her and realized she had been intently watching me.
I gave her a devilish grin. “In martial arts, forms are often named after the elements, animals, or other aspects of nature.”
She opened her mouth in shock, surely not knowing where I was going with this. “O-kay.”
“These names are given to fighting styles to create a vivid, visual image of the technique in action.” Placing my finger on her clit, I began to softly rub over it, soft and gentle.
She arched her back. “O-oh shit.”
“These names can also serve an instructional purpose.” I slipped my finger down into her drenched wetness and dove into her soft paradise. My body hummed with erotic madness.
Somehow, I steadied myself. “By associating a technique with a certain image or concept, it becomes easy to learn the intended action and spirit of the style.”
“O-oh.”
I pulled the finger out and sucked her wetness off it.
Good god! She tastes so damn good.
I took the finger out of my mouth and stared at her. “Do you understand?”
Monique’s chest rose and fell. Her voice was barely a whisper. “I-I don’t know h-how this relates, but I am here for it.”
I curved my lips into a knowing smile. “There is an ancient text that means, Resplendent Blossoms Unfolding.”
“O-kay.”
“This text was an exploration of the sensual arts.”
She blinked. “Oh wow.”
“I want to show you some of the styles my harem helped me learn.”
“I-I am here for it all.”
“Then, let us begin.” I buried my face between her legs, inhaled deeply, and began Dragon's Flame Dance.
Chapter thirty-four
An Orchestra of Pleasure
Lei
The Dragon’s Flame Dance required mastering the tongue’s rhythm.
In my harem, Xui taught me to view my lover’s pussy as a dance floor on which I could perform an intimate ballet. The tempo of my tongue’s movements had to be in sync with the song of her desires.
This meant, quick, fiery strokes to the clit, followed by slower, lingering licks to stoke the flames.
“Oh shit.” Monique’s thighs quivered around my head.
Her pussy tasted so good, it was hard to focus on all that I had learned from my harem. I wanted to go crazy, rub my face all over her folds, and suck her clit hard.
But each lap had to be long, gentle, and intense, but never too fast, or the flame would burn out.
Too slow, and it would fizzle.
The key was to maintain a passionate rhythm, one that would send waves of pleasure coursing through Monique’s body.
Just as I expected, I was immediately rewarded by Monique’s soft moan of delight.
I savored the sound like a peaceful sunrise.
My cock throbbed.
Pay attention. It’s not about you. Show her your skills.
I was on a mission of the highest caliber. Not only was I going to send Monique into absolute ecstasy, I was going to do it again, and again, and again, until she forgot her fucking name.
“Oh my God.” Monique grabbed the back of my head and rolled her hips with each stroke of my tongue.
My cock throbbed.
My hands dove under her and cupped that soft ass as I licked wider circles around the swollen bud, switching to Tiger’s Flicking Strike.
Mmmm.
I made sure my tongue was wet as fuck and began to strike like a tiger—fast and focused.
Never wild and unfocused.
It had to be deliberate, concentrated, and careful to identify all of her most sensitive areas.
Monique screamed, “Oh!”
Yes. That’s her spot.
I targeted that space with direct strokes.
“Ooooohhhh!!”
I yearned for her to feel these licks in the center of her heart.
Monique gasped.
Her breathing grew shallow.
I pressed deeper into her, licking quicker until she shuddered and screamed, “Lei!”
Yes.
I backed away to rest for a few seconds and licked my lips, enjoying the taste of that sweet pussy.
When I gazed up at her, Monique looked back down at me with a flushed face. Lust blazed in her eyes. Her bottom lip quivered.
Need vibrated through my body. “Tell me something, Monique.”
She parted her lips.
I slipped one finger inside of that soaking wet pussy. “Would you like more of my tongue?”
She rocked with the rhythm of my finger sliding in and out. “You know d-damn well I want more.”
I smirked. “You like how I kiss your pussy?”
“God yes. Don’t ever stop.”
A dark groan left me, and I was back on that soft wetness, pulling my finger out and showing her Phoenix’s Feather Kiss.
I traced my tongue slowly, gently across her folds, barely making contact with her clit, yet leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
My tongue had to mimic the elusive caress of a phoenix’s feather, stimulating with the lightest of touches.
It wasn’t until I pressed my tongue firmly against her slippery clit that she let out a blissful moan.
Mmmhmm.
Meanwhile, my own body ached with this burning desire, and it was all I could do to remain focused on the task at hand.
God, she’s so wet.
I licked and sucked until Monique’s breathing grew more shallow and her muscles tensed as if she were about to explode.