Her eyes flew open, glazed with pleasure. She watched his fist pistoning on his thick length. The visual connection seemed to amplify everything for her. A sharp cry tore from her throat, her back arching, her breasts breaking the surface of the water as her second orgasm of the night crashed through her. This one was quieter, deeper, a series of prolonged shudders that made her knees buckle. He reached out with his free hand, gripping her hip to keep her upright as she rode it out.
The moment her spasms began to subside, he let go. His own climax was a fierce, urgent pressure. "Luo Yue," he gritted out. "Come here."
Dazed, she stumbled forward through the water. He didn't guide her hand this time. He simply pulled her close, his erection pressed against her lower belly, and with a few final, frantic strokes, he came. The jets of hot seed streaked across her skin, just above the waterline, painting her navel and the undercurve of her breasts with fresh, pearly evidence.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, connected by the heat of the water and the warmth of his release on her skin. Finally, he dipped a hand in the water, cupped it, and rinsed the worst of it from her stomach.
"You see?" he said, his voice returning to its controlled calm. "A dialogue. You gave yourself pleasure. I gave myself pleasure. And we shared the moment."
She nodded, leaning into him, her energy spent. "It feels… less lonely than I thought it would. Even doing it alone."
That's because I'm here, he thought, but said, "Because you're not truly alone anymore." He lifted her chin. "But there are more intimate dialogues. Closer ones."
He helped her from the pool, wrapping her in a large, soft drying cloth before seeing to himself. They moved to a pile of luxurious furs she kept near the meditation area—another indulgence the sect provided for its precious asset. He lay down, pulling her to rest beside him, her head on his shoulder, her damp hair spreading across his chest.
"The body has other ways to speak," he said into the quiet. His hand stroked her arm. "The mouth, for instance."
She tilted her head to look at him. "Kissing?"
"That's one form," he agreed. "A beautiful one. But the mouth can give pleasure in other places." He let the implication hang.
She was silent for a long moment, processing. "You mean… where you touched me? And… where I touched you?"
"Yes."
Her curiosity was palpable, warring with a natural hesitation. "Would… would it feel good? For you?"
"Incredibly good," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And for you as well. It's a gift lovers give each other. A sign of deep trust and… hunger."
She propped herself up on an elbow, her massive breasts swaying with the movement. Her violet eyes were serious. "I want to give you a gift. You have given me so much. You showed me I have a body that can feel. You are my first friend. My only friend." She took a steadying breath. "Teach me."
He felt a jolt of pure, predatory satisfaction. So eager. So perfectly molded. He sat up, crossing his legs. "Then we start with the principles. Come, kneel here, between my legs."
She moved with a new, unselfconscious grace, settling on her knees on the furs before him. The pose was inherently submissive, and she seemed to feel it, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. But her gaze was steady, intent on learning.
"First, the kiss," he said. He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. It was their first true kiss. He kept it soft, exploratory, his lips moving gently over hers. She was stiff at first, then melted into it, a tiny sigh escaping her nose. Her lips were impossibly soft, pillowy. He teased them apart with his tongue, and after a moment of surprise, she allowed him entry. The kiss deepened, turning slow and wet and deep. He could taste the spirit fruits they'd eaten earlier, and something uniquely her. When he finally pulled back, she was breathless, her lips swollen and glistening.
"Your lips are a paradise, Luo Yue," he breathed. "Never doubt that."
She looked dazed, her fingers touching her own mouth. "It's… it's like sharing breath. But more."
"It is more," he agreed. "Now. The same principle applies elsewhere." He guided her head gently downward, toward his lap. His erection, still wet from the pool, stood tall and thick against his stomach. The sight of it so close to her beautiful, innocent face was powerfully erotic. "Use your lips. Your tongue. Be gentle at first. Learn the shape, the texture."
Holding his gaze for a second, she bent her head. Her first touch was a hesitant press of her closed lips against the side of his shaft. He hissed in a breath. Encouraged, she nuzzled him, her silver hair tickling his thighs. Then, with a bravery that thrilled him, she opened her mouth and took the broad head inside.
The heat was instantaneous and magnificent. She made a small, muffled sound of surprise at the taste—musky, salty, clean. He placed a hand lightly on the back of her head, not forcing, just present. "Use your tongue," he instructed, his voice tight. "Lick. Like you would a treat."
Her pink tongue emerged, swiping tentatively across the slit. He jerked. She did it again, more boldly, circling the crown. A low groan rumbled from his chest. "Yes. Just like that."
Emboldened by his sounds, she took more of him into her mouth. She had no technique, but her innate enthusiasm and the tight, wet heat of her mouth were enough. She bobbed her head awkwardly, her lips stretched wide around his girth. Her hands came up to steady herself, one wrapping around the base of him, the other braced on his thigh.
"Slow," he coached, his fingers threading through her hair. "Don't try to take it all. Just… savor it."
She pulled off with a wet pop, breathing heavily. A string of saliva connected her lips to his glistening head. "It's so… big," she whispered, awed.
"And it's all for you," he said. "Now, my turn to gift you."
He guided her onto her back on the furs. He kissed his way down her body—her throat, the valley between her breasts, taking time to lave and suck each nipple until she was writhing. He moved lower, over the soft plane of her stomach, through the silver triangle of curls. He parted her thighs, holding them open with his hands.
She tensed. "What are you…"
"Shh," he soothed. "This is the counterpart. The most intimate gift." And he lowered his mouth to her core.
Her reaction was immediate and violent. A sharp, shocked cry echoed off the cavern walls as his tongue made first contact. Her hips bucked off the furs. He held her down firmly, his tongue delving into her slick folds, finding her swollen clit. He licked her with slow, broad strokes, then focused on the tight little bud with pinpoint precision.
"Tian Di!" she screamed, her hands flying to his hair, not to push him away, but to clutch him closer. "That's—oh!—that's too much! It's—ah!—it's inside my mind!"