Page 40 of Dragon in Denial
He stroked a finger through the wetness. “Antoinette, I need to—”
“Do you always talk so much during sex?”
He chuckled. “Not usually.”
“Then stop talking and put those lips to better use.” She groaned. “Please.”
Pleasure her, pleasure her, pleasure her, his dragon chanted.
He bent his head and gave her a lick. She called out his name again. He spread her lips and gave all his attention to making her feel as though she were flying without even shifting into dragon form. And when he came up for air, she was splayed on the bed, one arm hanging listlessly over the side, the other curled into the sheet. Her legs were still shaking from the aftershocks. He kissed the inside of her thigh and rolled off the bed.
“Where are you going?” she asked without lifting her head or opening her eyes.
“Condoms are in my toiletry bag. I’m coming right back.” When he returned, he lay down next to her and waved the little square packet in her face. “Unless you’re too spent for more.”
She snatched the bit of foil out of his hand. “I can handle more. I definitely want more.” And then she scrambled to her knees, slid her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down his legs. His cock sprang free, bouncing like it wanted to prove how eager it was to be in this situation.
She straddled his thighs and tore open the condom wrapper. The way she looked at his dick, like she couldn’t wait to ride it, was all the foreplay he needed.
“Antoinette, baby. Please.” Apparently it was his turn to beg.
She wrapped one hand around him and stroked, up and down, gently and yet with just the right amount of pressure. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock through the circle she’d formed with her fingers, while she watched the action, seemingly fascinated by his movements.
Gritting his teeth, he said, “If you keep this up, you aren’t going to get to ride.”
Slowing her hand to a stop, she paused to let him catch his breath before sheathing him with latex. “I definitely want a ride.” Grabbing his covered cock, she positioned herself over him and then trailed the tip through her drenched folds. He was seeing stars before she even sank down onto him, wrapping around him like a freaking glove. Her inner muscles flexed, and he damn near came on the spot.
His groan was long and drawn out as she began to move, slowly, searching for her rhythm. It was the sweetest torture he’d ever experienced. This was it, that euphoria mated dragons talked about. The greatest pleasure in the world.
It was only like this when a dragon found his fated mate. That’s what they said, and gods above, they were right.
He cupped her waist, helping to guide her, and she flattened her palms on his chest, watching him while he stared up at her. He wanted this moment to last forever, but there was no way in hell. Not with how beautiful she looked, how well they fit together, how her body took his, sucked him in and then squeezed, milking him. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
Digging his fingers into her skin, he bounced her on his cock, a crazy, frenzied pace, until she flung her head back and cried out, and his orgasm swamped him, drowning out the rest of the world, narrowing his focus to only the two of them and the connection they shared.
No going back now.
