Without waiting for his answer, she began untying the rope belt at his waist, unwrapping his tunic from his body, her busy little hands immediately diving under the folds to mold to the taut skin of his stomach.
He sucked in a breath at the innocent, enflaming touch.
She didn’t seem to notice, her fingers wandering lower as she shifted her position to straddle his thighs.
When she wrapped both hands around his naked cock without so much as a “by your leave,” he sat up so fast they almost knocked heads.
“Is this your man part?” she asked as she squeezed said aching, pulsing part in her strong, sure grip.
“It is much larger and longer than I have seen before. Much harder as well. How strange. Are you afflicted by an illness that it should swell so? Or perhaps it is still suffering from the hit I gave you last night?”
Worried eyes met his.
“I apologize. It was a cheat move. And un-sportsman-like.”
Holy God!
With trembling hands, he peeled her fingers off his tortured member one by one, for she seemed loath to release him.
He secured both her wrists in one hand and held them away from his body.
“Rui…” he rasped, a shaky breath whistling from between clenched teeth.
“You’re killing me.”
Her expression grew even more worried. She gnawed on her bottom lip, drawing his eyes there. Making him want to gnaw on it too.
“I don’t want to kill you,” she said fervently. “I just want to be close to you.”
She hesitated a moment, looking away. And then, she turned back to him, those singular lapis lazuli eyes steadily spearing into his.
“I-I want to make you feel good,” she declared, confident in her intentions if not their consequences. “As good as your closeness makes me feel.”
Her gaze took on the stubborn, determined glint that he recognized so well by now, making Wolfe instinctively brace himself as she demanded:
“Show me how.”