Growing bolder with each reaction she drew from him, Tang Fei slipped her hand beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts. The heat of him against her palm made her own breath hitch, he was hard and ready, undeniably aroused despite his earlier protests. The discovery sent a thrill of power through her. Before she could second-guess the impulse, before rational thought could intervene, she shifted lower on the bed and tugged his shorts down past his hips.
"What are you...." Huo Ting Cheng's words cut off abruptly, transforming into a sharp intake of breath as her mouth closed around him.
His hands immediately flew to her hair, fingers tangling in the loose strands. His entire body went rigid with shock and overwhelming pleasure, every muscle locked in place. "Fei'er... where did you... when did you learn..." The questions came out broken, disjointed, as coherent thought clearly abandoned him.
