Page 21 of Dragon His Heels
He pulled it away, and she opened her eyes to watch as he once again licked her essence from his fingers, stroking himself with his other hand.
She licked her lips, her gaze focused on the hand wrapped around his cock. “I want… Can I…?”
He glanced down at himself. “You want this”—he gave it a couple of deliberate tugs—“in your mouth?”
She swallowed and nodded.
His eyes widened and then he knelt on the bed, next to her shoulder, holding his cock and rubbing the tip against her lips. She licked the precum from them and then opened, inviting, offering. He held the headboard with one hand and used the other to guide his member into her mouth. She closed her lips around him, and he straightened and groaned, a guttural sound straight from his gut.
She couldn’t move effectively thanks to the restraints, so she let him set the pace; she sucked him in then let him pull partway out before pushing back into her mouth again, over and over in a steady rhythm while she rolled her tongue, stroking the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock.
After a few minutes, he shifted slightly, and she felt his hand on her hip, and then it was between her legs, stroking her once again. She hummed with her lips suctioned to his dick, and he hissed, his other hand coming down to tangle in her hair.
He began moving with more urgency, both his hips and his hand. Damn, the man was talented. She was being fucked two different ways at the same time and, gods above, it was about to trigger another—
He cried out, his body stiffening, and she felt the hot cream hit the back of her throat as she eagerly swallowed it down while her own climax rocked her, wrung her out until she was limp as a wet rag.
He gently extracted his softening cock and then his fingers, licking them clean once again before reaching across her to untie first one and then the other restraint. Her arms fell limply to the soft mattress while she continued to lay there, breathing heavily, watching him.
She knew what was next. He was going to send her back to her own bedroom. They’d had their fun, experienced mutual pleasure, and now it was over. That was how Gabe operated.
He sure as hell didn’t nudge his conquests to the side and then crawl onto the bed with them.
She stared at him as he did exactly that, then she watched as his face descended, moved ever closer, until he was kissing her, a long, drawn out melding of lips and tongue, and if she were really being fanciful, their souls, too. And then he tugged the covers over them both and laid his head on the pillow next to her.
“’Night, Talia.”
Whoa.
