I promised to release my next book. I’m having separation anxiety. I cant seem to let it go. I don’t want the story to end. I was waffling so bad last week I didn’t even blog! Sigh. I’m bad. I know. I’m gonna! Next week, next week. Here’s another snippet to hold you over. It picks up where the last one left off a few weeks ago. I thought you might want to see what happens next in our hero and heroine’s first time. Hehe. See? I’m not soo bad. Let me know what you think!
Oh, the picture is of Chinese actor Huang Xuan. I’m watching him in a drama called Perfect Partner. It’s not the best, but it’s engaging enough for me to want to see what happens next. His eyes help…
XOXO,
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She timed things perfectly. As soon as she stopped singing his cries of pleasure – the moans and pants and grunts he couldn’t hold back – provided the soundtrack. She smiled into his flesh as his virgin hips took over, and he rolled her onto her back.
She’d wondered how long it would take him to revert type. Tan was as shy, sweet and polite as they came with the rest of the world, but he was 100 percent dominant male when it came to her. He was also a natural sensualist. It was one reason waiting for him had been so hard.
As she felt her own control slip, she opened her legs wide, raised her knees and welcomed the rich, undeniable pleasure that rose up to take its place. But she refused to be swept away. Their beginning was for him. She rolled her hips, ran her hands greedily over his body, licked, sucked, did her best to drive him wild. She wanted his first time to be wonderful, to set a brilliant tone for the rest of their sexual relationship. 
She laughed shakily because good intentions or not, it looked like she was gonna get hers too. He instinctively grabbed one of her legs, pushing it higher so he could stroke deeper, harder. She shuddered, and her grunts met his, but she had one trick left. As he covered her, his arms caging her as his hips began to churn, she felt her orgasm rise, and she clenched hard.
She heard a strangled gasp as he strained to get closer, and his big body shook through his climax. She grinned when he slowly collapsed on top of her, laughing as he lazily rooted in the crook of her neck. Gently, she stroked his back and his hair. She rolled her eyes when she heard his soft snore.
“Really? Tan!” She slapped his ass hard, shivering as he jerked inside her.
He lifted his head and kissed her gently before flopping back down. Groaning he rolled to his back, somehow managing to keep their bodies together.
“Good Lord.”
Sinna laughed. It was such an American thing to say.
He laughed as he hugged her. “Sinna-ssi!”
“Yeah?”
“You can sing!”
That would be the first thing he said, the darling.
“Yeah.”
He snuggled her, his big hands sending sweet shivers everywhere he squeezed. “That was wonderful,” he whispered.
“We aim to please.”
He kissed her face and neck so many times she laughed. “I want to tell everyone.”
He sounded so shocked by this she kept laughing; he wasn’t talking about her voice. “Do you?”
He nodded. “Of course, I won’t. But it felt sooo good. I’ll want to be with you even more now.” He squeezed her again. “It wasn’t very long though.”
“Don’t be sorry. There’s an American sentiment that if sex has to last a long time, it’s probably trash.”
He burst out laughing. “Really?”
“Yup.”
Really?
She nodded.
“Who said that?”
“Cardi B.”
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