Page 8 of Surge of Storms

“You’re sure?” I ask again, because I need her to be damn sure.

She sucks my neck until a chill rolls down my spine. “I’m sure. Now, come fuck me again before I lose my mind.”

A relieved laugh explodes from my lips. “I don’t know exactly what I’m doing.”

“You did just fine last time.”

It’s hard to breathe. “And you’ll tell me if I hurt you? Or if I do anything wrong?”

“You won’t,” she says, laughing softly. “But I’ll tell you.”

I’m not feeling exactly confident, but when she wraps her legs around my waist it’s harder to think. As gently as I can, I guide myself back inside of her, wondering if sex always feels this good. If it always feels just… right.

I look down at her. Her hair is spread around her, her naked body is on display for me, and I’m sure I’m in a dream. It seems impossible that after all my hoping and dreaming, after all the many moments I wanted to be her man, wanted to be a dragon for her, everything is finally coming true.

Things like this don’t just happen. Not to guys like me. We never get the girl. We spend our time sitting in the shadows. We’re the the funny guy, the friend, the one no girl actually wants to be with. It can’t be that I’m getting the best girl in existence. It can’t be.

She touches my face. “What are you thinking about?”

I shake my head, but then I can’t help myself. “I’m not the kind of guy who gets the girl.”

She leans up and kisses me. “You were always the guy who got the girl. You just never went after the girl.”

I don’t think she’s right, but when I look in her eyes, I believe her.

“Your back–”

“I’m fine,” she reassures me.

She kisses me again, then begins to move beneath me. I hiss as her inner muscles clench my erection so hard that I have to remind myself to breathe. With care, aware of how much smaller she is than me, I begin to thrust into her slowly.I’ll never get tired of these sensations. Of the way my body responds to her.

Leaning down, I suck on her neck. A prickling moves over my body, and I suck harder, overwhelmed with a desire to leave my mark on her. We continue moving together, our bodies finding a perfect rhythm. Some small part of me wants to slow down, to remember her and I together forever, just in case this never happens again. I want to burn this feeling into my memory, but we’re already moving faster and faster.

“Granger,” she moans, and I feel my cock jerk inside her. “Oh, Granger, harder.”

She wants me to go harder?I’m scared to hurt her, but I also want this to be good for her, so I thrust harder, and she rewards me by digging her nails into my back. We’re panting, our breath matching. Her breasts are rising and falling as she does so, and I feel myself getting ready to come.

“Sam…” I try to warn.

“Do it,” she whispers. “Come inside me. I want to feel you inside me.”

My balls tighten, and I explode. Colors dance before my eyes and my muscles feel like they’ve been pulled and snapped back into place all at once. Every nerve screams out in pleasure, and she orgasms beneath me, shouting my name as she clings to me harder.

I watch her, watch the beautiful look on her face as I make her orgasm, and it makes my entire chest ache. I love this woman so much. I love this woman with all my heart.Something must be wrong in the universe if a guy like me got her.

We collapse together, but my dick doesn’t soften. Instead, it seems to harden and swell, filling her so tightly that I worry I must be hurting her.

“What the hell–?”

“It’s okay,” she pants. “It’s normal. You’re knotting.”

“Knotting?” I repeat, confused.

“It’s a dragon thing. You’re going to stay like that until we fuck enough for the swelling to stop.”

I stare at her in shock. “We’re going to keep having sex?”

She smiles. “If you want to.”

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