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Wow. I had nothing to compare him to, but I couldn't imagine he could be any bigger.

He was long and thick, and circumcised.

Qina had won her stupid bet.

"You're going to be the death of me, Shen Mi," He said in a low voice.

I turned, embarrassed. I'd been staring.

There was hunger on his face when I met his eyes.

One of his hands rested on his stomach, the other was thrown over his head. His abs were taut with tension, actually every inch of his body seemed that way.

Suddenly I was overcome with shyness.

Why had I thought it was a good idea to take a look at him? I risked another peek.

"If you keep looking at my that with that stunned expression, I'm going to combust."

"I'm sorry if my expression bothers you, but this is new for me. I've never seen a naked man. Every first, I'll experience be with you, so..."

He sat up. His voice dropped an octave.

"It doesn't bother me. It's fucking hot, and I'll enjoy every first you'll share with me."

He stroked my cheek.

"You don't even realize how much you turn me on."

With him sitting, our faces were close and he pulled me in for a kiss. I pressed my palm against his shoulder, then slowly ran it down his chest to his stomach.

Fu Shao paused kissing me.

"Last night you asked me if I wanted you to touch me."

"Hmm."

I said, my breath catching.

"Do you want me to touch you now?"

The fire in his eyes darkened.

"Sure, yes. More than anything."

He reached out for my arm pressed against my breasts.

"Let me see you."

He curled his fingers around my wrist but didn't pull.

I hesitated. He'd seen them yesterday, but now I felt more exposed.

Slowly I eased my arm down. I sat very still as his eyes roamed over me.

"I know they're that big."

"You're fucking beautiful, Wife."

I didn't know what to say.

"Do you want to touch me now?" he said in a low voice.

I nodded and licked my lips.

I glanced down, then tentatively reached out and ran my finger over his length.

He felt soft, hot and firm. He let out a harsh breath, the muscles in his arms straining from holding himself up.

I brushed the tip, marvelling at how soft he was.

He gritted his teeth.

I felt a strange sense of power over him as I ran my fingertips up and down slowly, fascinated by his silkiness.

He quivered under my touch.

"Take me in your hand," he said in a low voice.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft lightly, worried about hurting him. I moved my hand down, then up, surprised at how heavy he felt in my palm.

Fu Shao lay back. I knew he was watching me but I couldn't meet his gaze, too mortified by my own courage.

"You can grip harder," he said after a few more of my tentative strokes.