a Pleasure Rites, #1 by Ines Johnson (top ten books of all time TXT) 📗

her hips to him. Jian's mouth watered with the desire to taste her.

Not yet. He wanted to see her fall apart first. He didn't have to wait long.

Her hips began to move involuntarily. Her eyes glazed, half closed. Still, she never broke from his gaze.

Now Jian wanted her eyes to stay open. He'd felt women's pleasure many times over, but he'd never seen it. He'd never looked into a woman's eyes as she orgasmed. He didn't realize he wanted that, until he'd nearly grasped it.

Chanyn was close. Any minute now she would close her eyes, give over to the pleasure, and Jian would be shut out.

Any minute now.

She was going to close them and shut him out... any minute now.

With a gasp Chanyn threw her head back.

"Oh, goddess," she shouted.

An instant later, her head came back up.

"Jian," she groaned his name, her eyes wide as her muscles began to convulse.

Chanyn grabbed onto his shoulders and held on. The move hit him like a meteoric impact. Jian's world shifted off its axis as shudders continued to rake Chanyn's body and still she did not take her eyes from his.

When she came back to herself, a small smile broke over her lips and a girlish giggle escaped her mouth. "That—" she began, but couldn't finish.

Jian lifted her up and tossed her back on the bed. Like a caveman, he was on her. Head buried between her thighs, mouth devouring her wet heat.

Chanyn arched off the bed, but Jian pinned her down with a hand to her chest. Instantly she began to tremble and gasp. She panted his name like a chant, intermixed with nonsensical cries of pleasure.

Jian was a man possessed as he swirled his tongue up and down her labia. Coming up for air, he did not relent on her pleasure. He slid one then a second finger inside her still quivering heat. He did not yet stroke. He stretched his body alongside hers. Legs entwined, bellies and chests touching. Jian gazed down at her face.

Chanyn was flushed. Her hands were thrown over her head. Her lips parted. Her chest heaving.

Responsive indeed.

When she realized she was being watched, she took her hands from her eyes. The orbs were pleasure glazed. Her mouth tried to work, but no sounds would come out. She raised a hand and slowly, tentatively placed it on his chest.

Her eyes asked, Is this okay?

With his free hand, Jian wiped the hair from her face, then went further and smoothed that line of worry from her brow. Deciding she'd had enough time to catch her breath, he began to stroke her core. Chanyn's eyes fluttered, but still they did not shut. They stared up at him in wonder.

The feeling of fullness was becoming overwhelming to Jian. His shaft ached to enter her. His very blood ached to join with hers. He could see the pounding of his own heart in his chest by the slight twitch of her fingers as they pet its cage.

Jian got down to work. His fingers worked a soft patch of nerves at the front of her pelvis. Within a matter of moments, Chanyn was jerking, convulsing. Still her eyes did not shut. She looked at him in complete shock as she trembled and groaned once more.

Jian could take it no more. He withdrew his fingers and placed himself between her legs. Chanyn welcomed his weight by spreading her thighs wider. Jian aligned himself at her entrance and put in the tip.

Chanyn sighed. Her warm breath tickling Jian's cheek.

He reached around her to grab her rear with both hands. Eyes still locked on hers, he entered her in one thrust.

This time her eyes did close. And she screamed.

The scream was not one of pain. The impact and angle of the thrust wrenched another orgasm from her. He felt her clutching all around his shaft. If he hadn't been wearing the ring he would have spilled inside her.

He'd never before thought of implanting his seed in a woman. He couldn't have those thoughts now. He had a job to do. A job he was doing splendidly, at the moment. Again, much of the credit had to go to Chanyn. She was beyond his wildest predictions. That was her third orgasm. Never had he been with a woman so responsive.

She was just returning to consciousness. Her breathing slowing. Her fingers trembling on his chest. Her legs closed around his back letting him know she would take more.

She gazed at him. Her fingers snaked up behind his neck. She pulled him down. Ready to give her the closeness that women often needed after orgasm, Jian went willingly.

When something wet and warm met his lips, at first Jian wasn't sure what to think. It was the most pleasant sensation he'd ever felt. Just as pleasant as when Chanyn had put her lips on his—

Jian gasped. Chanyn was kissing him. He'd never been kissed by a woman before.

The gasp opened his mouth and she tentatively slipped her tongue in.

His shaft was buried in a woman and now his tongue. Jian knew he should pull away, but the sensation was the most pleasurable of his life. His body would not listen to his mind. Or perhaps his mind was on board. In either case, as Chanyn stroked him with her tongue, Jian began to stroke her with his shaft.

Jian never even dreamed of such a thing. Kissing a woman. Becoming a hound had been a lucky accident. Most men never touched a woman, much less joined with them. And kissing one? The intimate experience was only reserved for bonded triads, and not always. To be sure, men kissed each other in the act of sex. Jian had always enjoyed the practice with his male partners. But just as there was something different when Chanyn had taken his shaft into her mouth, there was again something different now that his mouth was joined with a woman's.

Jian felt as though it was a small piece of heaven.

He also felt that he was