Page 58 of The Dragon Recruit
He ran a finger through her center, and she nearly moaned as he murmured, “So wet and ready for me, Iris. Normally, I’d be more patient. But I need to taste you, love. Say I can.”
“Please, Antony. Hurry.”
He nodded, pushed her legs wider, and lowered his head.
Antony had planned to draw out his first time with Iris. Bringing her close, backing off, and doing it again until she was sweaty and desperate and only then would he watch her fall apart and maybe even lower down her guard a little more.
But as he stared at her spread thighs, her pussy dripping for him, his legendary control snapped. After spreading her wide, he lowered his mouth and ran his tongue through her center. At the musky yet sweet taste, he groaned and his cock got even harder.
He lapped and nibbled and even fucked her with his tongue. However, he managed to hold back from teasing her clit. He sure as hell hoped this wasn’t the only time with his dragonwoman, but he was determined to drink his fill of her sweet taste while he could.
Eventually, Iris dug her nails into his scalp and said, “Antony, please.”
Lifting his head, he met her gaze, loving how her usual guard was down. Instead, she was a slightly disheveled woman with need burning in her dark brown eyes. For him. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Iris, and it’s yours.”
She raised her hips. “I’m so close, Antony. Make me come.”
Her words shot straight to his dick, and for a split second, he wanted to strip and take her right there on the sofa.
But he pushed down his own desires. He could have more of this, he was certain of it, as long as he didn’t fuck this up and rush things.
So he rubbed her thighs and settled back between her legs. “This flat is soundproofed, so scream for me, love. Let me know if you like it.”
After running his tongue through her center, he flicked her hard little bud, and again, loving how she arched into his touch. He thrust a finger into her pussy as he suckled her clit. He swirled his tongue, and nibbled, and suckled again, until Iris finally broke apart. She cried out as her pussy squeezed and released his finger, over and over again. He drew it out, his mouth continuing to worship her, until Iris finally slumped and came down from her high.
Antony slowly raised his head, removed his finger, and licked it clean. Iris watched him, smiled, and then closed her eyes.
Needing to feel close to her, even if he couldn’t be as close as he wanted, he crawled up beside her, pulled her body against his, and smiled as she snuggled into his side.
Seeing Iris naked from the waist down, her hair falling out of her ponytail, as she stroked his chest with her free hand, did something to his heart. It would be so easy to love this complicated woman, if he let himself.
Before he could think too much about it and all the dangers that came with it, Iris spoke. “I want to say something, but I know it’ll make you cocky.”
He kissed the top of her head and nearly crowed when she didn’t complain or scold him for it. “I can’t be cocky if it’s true. So let’s hear it, love. What do you want to tell me?”
For a few beats, she merely stroked his chest, playing with his chest hair. Eventually, she replied, “Your mouth is good for more than talking.”
He laughed. “Well, it’s here to serve you whenever you wish, love.”
For a second, he thought he’d fucked up. Iris hadn’t committed to anything, might not want him as much as he wanted her. But then she snuggled more into his side, and he mentally breathed a sigh of relief.
She said, “I’ll keep that in mind.” Lifting her face to his, she added, “But what about you?”
His dick twitched at her words, but Antony did his best not to sound desperate or eager. “What about me?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Don’t be obtuse. You’re a clever male, aye? You know what I’m talking about.”
“Aye, I do.” She narrowed her eyes at his accent change, and he went back to his regular one. “I wasn’t mocking you, I promise. It’s called teasing.”
Without another word, her hand went to his crotch and stroked his trousers over his cock. Antony sucked in a breath and barely heard her words as she said, “Two can play at that game.”
As she gently squeezed, Antony moaned. “Tease me as much as you like, love. I want all of it.”
Quicker than he thought she could, she’d undone his trousers and exposed his boxers. She snorted. “There really are pizza slices on your underwear. Is it to get me hungry before seeing your cock?”
“Hmm, does pizza make you starving and ready to eat some nice sausage?”
“Did you really just say that?”
