Page 26 of Curvy Girl and the Single Dad Dragon
I notice a faint glow around his ears—tiny embers escaping with his quickened breathing—but my attention is quickly drawn to the prominent bulge straining against his jeans. My mouth goes dry at the sight. He's proportional to his size, clearly, and the thought of him inside me sends another rush of wetness between my thighs.
As if reading my thoughts, he pulls his shirt over his head revealing a torso that makes me gasp aloud. His chest and abdomen are sculpted to perfection. A light dusting of dark hair trails from his chest down to disappear beneath his waistband.
I'm overcome with need, my body aching for relief. Without thinking, I slide a hand down my body and between my legs, pressing against the seam of my jeans where I need it most. The pressure is a momentary relief, but nowhere near enough.
Damon's eyes widen, then darken as he watches me touch myself. A slow, delighted smile spreads across his face. "Already ready for me, I see."
"I can't help it," I admit, beyond embarrassment now. "I've never wanted anyone like this."
"Good," he growls, his hands moving to the button of my jeans. "Because I can't wait another second to be inside you, to feel you, to be one with you."
I try to help him remove my clothes, but my fingers are clumsy with eagerness. He gently moves my hands aside, undressing mewith care until I'm lying before him in nothing but my matching red bra and panties.
His eyes roam over my body with obvious appreciation.
"Red," he notes with a playful smirk. "My favorite color."
"If you love red so much," I taunt, finding my confidence in his clear desire, "maybe these should be decorating the floor too."
In response, he hooks a finger under the waistband of my panties and slowly, torturously drags them down my legs. My bra follows, and then I'm completely naked before him, exposed and vulnerable and so, so ready.
He stands to remove his own clothes, his movements quick and urgent now. When he pulls down his jeans and boxers, I can't help but stare. He's magnificent—thick and long, with a prominent vein running along the underside. I instinctively reach for him, wrapping both hands around his shaft, marveling at how I can't quite make my fingers meet.
I give him two experimental strokes, then lick my palm to ease the friction before continuing. His head falls back, a groan escaping his throat, and I feel a surge of feminine power knowing I can affect him this way.
Releasing him, I lie back on the bed and spread my legs in invitation. "Well? Are you coming in?"
"You're going to be the death of me," he mutters, positioning himself above me.
"For an old dragon, you certainly have your weaknesses," I tease, running my hands up his powerful arms.
He lowers himself until our faces are inches apart. "You're not a weakness, Luna," he says with unexpected tenderness. "You're a strength."
Before I can respond, he guides himself to my entrance and begins to push inside. The stretch is intense, bordering on uncomfortable despite how ready I am for him. I grip the sheets, tilting my head back as I adjust to his size.
"Okay?" he asks, holding still with obvious effort.
"More than okay," I assure him, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him deeper.
He begins to move, establishing a rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. His hair falls forward, framing his face as he watches me with those incredible golden eyes. A drop of sweat trails down his temple to his jaw, then falls to my heated skin.
The pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. Just as I'm about to topple over the edge, he stops moving completely.
"Damon," I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders. "Please don't stop."
"I'm not done with you yet," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Turn over. On your knees."
I've never been particularly submissive in bed before, but something about Damon—his age, his power, his complete confidence—makes me eager to follow his lead.
I roll over, positioning myself on all fours as instructed. He moves behind me, one large hand gripping my hip while the other gathers my hair, using it to gently guide me into the position he wants: back arched, face pressed into the pillow.
When he enters me again from this angle, I cry out at the new, deeper sensation. He sets a relentless pace, one hand still in my hair while the other wraps around to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center.
The dual stimulation is overwhelming. I'm completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him, filled by him, surrounded by his heat and scent and power. The pleasure crests suddenly, violently, my entire body shuddering as waves of ecstasy wash through me. My vision blurs, and I'm vaguely aware of my own voice crying out his name.
As I'm coming down from my high, Damon gently turns me onto my back again. His eyes are glowing now, actual embers visible in their depths as he positions himself above me once more. He enters me slowly this time, his gaze locked with mine.
"Luna," he murmurs, and just my name on his lips sends aftershocks of pleasure through me.
