Page 39 of Kenna's Dragon

“Did you buy it before you met me, or after?”

She buries her face in her hands, clearly mortified, but I don’t let her retreat. I pull her wrists gently away and tip her chin up so she has to look at me. There’s embarrassment in her eyes, but also a sparkle of something else, something that sends a pulse of deep, dark desire pounding through me.

“After.”

Gods above. The sound of that little whisper does entirely indecent and unhinged things to me.

“And who do you think about when you’re using it?”

This time, Kenna doesn’t hesitate. “I think about you.”

Despite her confession, she reaches up again to try to take the dildo from my hand, and another wicked idea strikes me.

“Now ember, don’t be selfish,” I admonish, lifting it higher out of her grasp. “It’s greedy not to share your toys with others. Aren’t you going to let me play, too?”

Her eyes go wide and round, glazed over with pleasure and need and just a bit of uncertainty, but after a few long moments she lets out a shaky breath and nods.

“I… I can share,” she says, voice raspy with desire.

“On your knees. Hands on the headboard.”

She stares at me for a long moment, and I watch the conflicting desires war with each other in the tiny expressions on her face. Excitement, need, lingering embarrassment over how much she wants this.

“Ember,” I say in warning. “Hands on the headboard.”

This time she complies, biting her lip to stifle whatever sass I’m sure she was about to give. As she situates herself at the head of the bed and reaches for the headboard, I click my tongue in disapproval and grab her by the hips, tugging her back so she has to bend all the way over to reach. She gasps sharply at my rough handling, but doesn’t make a move to change position or protest.

Leaning over her, pressing my chest to her back, I reach around her waist and unfasten the snap of her jeans. Kenna’s breathing speeds up and hitches slightly as I work her pants and panties over the curve of her ass and down her legs.

When they’re dealt with, I lean back over her and tug at the hem of her shirt. “On, or off?”

“Off,” she whispers, and lifts her hands up from the headboard so I can strip it from her along with her bra and toss both of them aside.

I press my palm between her shoulder blades. “Hands back where they were, Kenna.”

A little shudder moves through her at the command, but she complies more easily this time. As she does, I realize a slight miscalculation on my part. By positioning her like this I’ve robbed myself of the chance to really see her, savor her, look my greedy fill of her.

Later, I remind myself, there will be time for that later.

The mental admonishment doesn’t soothe my beast in the slightest, avaricious thing that he is. He’d have all of her now, fuck delaying any kind of gratification when it comes to our ember.

Still, both he and I can admire the tantalizing sight she presents just like this.

The soft, full swell of her ass and the glistening pink slit of her cunt. The graceful slope of her back and her tumble of auburn curls, wild and messy from my hands.

I run my fingertips lightly over the lush curve of her hips, reveling in another gasp, this time of pleasure and need.

“Blair,” she whines. “Touch me.”

Though I still don’t like that name on her lips, I oblige, stroking along her seam and spreading the pooled wetness I find there. Soaked. My ember is soaked for me. Feeling how ready and eager her body is, I sink one finger deep and can’t hold in my groan at the tight, hot grasp of her cunt.

I work her slowly at first, testing her, stretching her, learning the feel of her and letting the little sounds she’s making and the way she moves her body against my hand tell me everything I need to know about how she likes to be touched. She’s begging without saying a word, restless and eager enough to have me leaning over her, letting her take a bit more of my weight.

“You think you can take this dragon cock, ember?” I ask, plunging in a second finger to join the first. “When you’re so tight and perfect?”

A strangled sound works its way out of Kenna’s lips and her hips buck against my hand. “I can take it.”

Gods above. I’d like to put that boast to the test, and not just with the toy, though I suppose it’s a good place to start. Drawing my hand away and chuckling at the irate noise Kenna makes, I bring the dildo up to her entrance and tease her with it.

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