I smiled, and it felt odd for a second. It was an unreserved smile, and I’d be damned if it hadn’t been a decade since I’d worn it.
Then, I was on her. I pressed her against the mattress, reveling in the feeling of her skin against mine, lining myself up with her entrance and pausing only a moment, before sinking inside. Holy hell, it was tight inside her. She clung to me as she adjusted and I tried my best not to lose my goddamn mind.
Moving inside her sent her nails sinking into my shoulders and her tight little body tensing.
“It’ll hurt less soon,” I tried to reassure her, seeking her eyes.
She met mine and then laughed. “You look in more pain than me,” she said, making me smile. This was the only woman I could imagine being balls deep in and feeling like laughing out of happiness. She was like no one I’d ever met before, and it only made me want her more.
“I am in pain. Being in you like this, and not drilling you into the mattress hard is killing me,”
“So, do what you want to,” she urged.
I nudged in slowly drawing myself in and out on long, languid strokes that hit deep inside her, before pulling nearly wholly out.
“I am. Cinderella, believe me. I’m living my best fucking life right now,” I growled in her ear. “Besides I don’t mind when things hurt. It means I’ll always remember it,” I told her, picking up speed as I felt her virgin muscles loosening slightly around me, allowing me more space to move.
“I can promise you, I’ll never forget this,” Hana murmured.
Me neither. Instead of confessing that, I surrendered to the heat billowing through my veins. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”
My mouth descended on hers, and my hips picked up speed, pumping into her, as I cradled her face between my hands, and stroked my fingers over her soft cheeks. Despite what she said, Hana wasn’t someone to be taken hard on her first time. She was a woman to be worshiped, and I was the man for the job.
My hand worked between us, and I found her clit. It was already puffy and begging for my touch. As soon as I started to circle it while snapping my hips against her, she moaned into my mouth, rising quickly. Her muscles tensed along my length, urging me on and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Kon!” Hana muttered against my ear, her breath hitching.
“Yes, sweetheart? Are you going to come, already? Naughty girl,” I teased her.
“I can’t help it – it feels too – everything,” she gasped out, as I rotated my hips in a hard grinding circle.
“I know. I feel it too. Come for me, Cinderella, I’m waiting for you,” I muttered, trying to hold back the ache in my balls. The need to come inside this woman was too damn strong, and I was crumbling desperately beneath the weight of it. Just as I thought I wouldn’t manage to outlast her, she went rigid, her small body tightening all over, sending all thoughts from my head as she milked me. I’d just found the closest I’d ever come to an out-of-body experience, and it was inside Hana Smith.
CHAPTER5
Hana
Icrept out while Kon was in the shower. I couldn’t face him this morning, not after all the things we’d done together last night. For god’s sake, I’d sat on his face, while he’d encouraged me to ride his tongue. And I’d done it. I’d done it and I’d never, ever forget it. I was pretty sure when people popped their cherry, it was usually awkward and kind of painful, and mostly lame. It wasn’t an eight-hour sexathon and included positions that I was sure only existed in the most advanced editions of the Kama Sutra.
His club was quiet, and there was only one lone guard napping by the door as I crept out into the early morning light. I left, just barely resisting the urge to look back.
I got back to the hotel in record time, slipping into my room, just as someone seized my arm.
“Jesus Christ Hana! Where have you been?” Ho Jin looked absolutely furious as he stared down at me. I knew that look. It was one part fury, the rest fear.
“I went out, so what?” I challenged, pulling my arm from his grip.
“You went out. You went out? In case you’ve forgotten, you’re not allowed to just go out.”
“Yeah, well, that’s not fair, and for once, I decided to do something about it,” I snapped. Ho Jin’s eyes dropped to my disguise outfit of pajamas. My dress was stuffed in my bag.
“Where could you possibly have gone, looking like that?”
“Just out, ok? I don’t have to tell you everything.”
“And yet, if I hadn’t covered for you, and sent away the guards outside the door, your father would have every single Song man out on the streets looking for you. You can’t afford to just run away when you want to.”
I bit down a retort at how unfair that was, or how I just wanted to be like everyone else. There wasn’t any point. I wasn’t everyone else, and I couldn't change my family, or my future, it seemed. The memory of Kon, with his inked, brutal hands on me, so gentle and tender, flashed through my mind and softened my anger. I might not have a future I was looking forward to, but I had last night, and no one could take those memories from me.