Say Please

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We had barely made it into our hotel room before Chan scooped me into his arms with ease and led me to the couch. As he set me down gently on my back, he hovered over me. His knee nudged my thighs apart. He ran kisses across my face to my ear, kissing the spot behind that he knew I liked.

"Now that we're past the awkward stage," he laughed, "I can't wait to show you what I really want to do to you." His tongue skimmed the sensitive skin under my earlobe, sending a shot of adrenaline through my body and a moan past my lips. He worked his way down my neck and across my collarbone—his teeth gently scraping them across my body. His hands explored every curve of my body in the dress as he worked his way down. Once at the hem of the black fabric, he lifted slightly, revealing my lack of underwear.

"Oh?" He looked up at me with his eyebrow raised. "What a pleasant surprise." He lifted my thighs up and to the sides and sprinkled gentle kisses across my inner thigh.

He made himself comfortable—wrapping his arms around each leg, trapping me around him. His thumbs traced waves across the tanned stretch marks that decorated my pale skin. I could feel the warmth of his breath across my most sensitive area. His sleeves were tight around his biceps as he held me in place.

"Please," I whispered. I could barely handle anymore waiting.

"I thought you said I'd have to work for it?" His lips brushed my thigh again. "This seemed a little too easy."

"I might've lied," I blushed. "How can I—" My words were caught in a gasp as his tongue swept across my clit. My body ignited at the touch, and I arched my back to press my body into his. He met my need with his own ferocity, his nails digging into my thighs as he worked strokes up and down my body.

The pleasure was agonizing. I wanted to push closer and closer and also wanted to pull away. I lifted my head enough to look down at him between my thighs. His grin was enough to send me spiraling: the way he looked at me was carnal and desirous, like he was catching his prey. It was hot.

With my body trapped, I could do nothing but feel my impending ecstasy build. My whimpers and groans combined with the sound of his tongue on my arousal and filled the room. His soft moans vibrated into my center and sent shockwaves through my body.

"You taste so good, Skye," he growled as he lapped up the beginnings of my approaching orgasm. My legs began to twitch free from my control and my back arched. My breathing was erratic as my climax threatened to break free.

"Chan... don't stop—" And just like that, his mouth was off.

"Mmm," he groaned, "not yet, babe. I'll keep you waiting a bit longer." He hopped off the couch and repositioned my body at the edge and pressed the backside of my thighs to open my center to him.

With his eyes locked on mine, he undid his buttons with one hand and pushed his hair back with the other. He let the sleeves drop and allowed the shirt to fall to the floor. I bit my lower lip at the sight of him in nothing but those tapered pants—the fabric barely restraining his own pleasure. His tongue slid across his grin as he did the same with his pants, dropping them and his boxers in a pile next to his shirt. My fucking god he was beautiful.

"Take it off," he commanded, pointing to the dress that should've been off long ago. I did as I was told and slid the fabric up and over my head.

"Open," Chan requested. I obeyed and he positioned himself closer to me. A shot of excitement rushed through me as I prepared myself. He raised an eyebrow and said with a smooth tone, "so eager, are we?"

"We didn't get to this earlier," I winked. I ran my index finger up the length of him, gently feeling every bit of him. He sucked in a sharp breath as my lips hit him. I peered up at him, watching as his head fell back in pleasure. The low lighting of the city lights illuminated his jaw line as it flexed.