Page 46 of Veiled Flames
Once again, I’m climbing a mountain, short on air and floating as if seeking the Great Beyond.
Then an earthquake detonates inside me.
“Oh! Ah!” My back arches off the bed. I’m not certain whether my eyes are open or closed, but I’m certainly floating in the Great Beyond now. My channel contracts in wave after wave of pure pleasure, radiating into every other part of my body.
Opening my eyes, I become even more certain that I’m truly in the Great Beyond. In the browns and ambers of Saxon’s eyesI can see the entire world—everything good, everything bad, everything dangerous, everything safe.
“There you go,” he says softly. “Ride out your little death, ma chérie. Ride it out.” He continues to stroke my button as my body convulses, each wave coming less predictably now. His touch has reawakened all the pleasures from when he stabbed his rod inside me.
My body is foreign. I’m another person now, re-birthed into a different species.
He kisses me gently, as his finger slips off the magic spot to stroke through my cleft again. I’ve never felt so relaxed, so devoid of energy, so utterly satisfied.
I’m sad that it’s over, but tonight has been the very best experience of my life. Even better than touching his dragon.
“I can barely believe this,” he says against my ear, and then he props himself up to look into my eyes. “I’m ready to go again. Unless you’re too sore?”
“Again?” I look up into his eyes.
“May I mount you again, ma chérie? I promise to be gentler this time.”
“But I thought…” I bite my lip. “I thought you said this could only ever happen once?”
He looks confused for a moment, but then chuckles. “I meant your first time. Offering up your flower. Losing your status as an unspoiled maiden.That’swhat can only happen once.”
Joy spreads through me as I realize his meaning. “You mean we can do thatagain?” I reach up to stroke his cheek.
“Yes, ma chérie. My rod is prepared to probe your sweetness again, perhaps a good many times tonight, and for as long as you desire.”
“In that case.” I slide my hand over the bands of muscles stretching from his neck to his shoulder. “I very much desire.”
Eighteen
Rosomon
Saxon’s rod eases in gently. As gently as is possible for such a thick invasion.
Perhaps it’s not his actions that are so different this second time, but that my body is better prepared. It’s beyond prepared and eager to welcome the deep penetration.
Supporting his upper body on his arms, Saxon bends them to rest on his forearms, moving his body and face even closer to mine. Our noses are nearly touching, and I let myself fall into his eyes, as his rod probes deeper and deeper inside the depths of my body.
His gliding motions are strong and fluid—almost languid, and this time, the act is less shocking, and not at all painful. In fact, when I move my hips in response, I discover even more pleasures. It feels natural to have him thrusting inside me, like this is what my body was born to do, like I was created to perform this act, and with Saxon as my partner. His thick rod belongs inside me and knows how to deliver maximum pleasure.
We’ve become one single being, our bodies conjoined, fully understanding what the other’s needs. Or at leasthisbody seems to know what mine needs—far better than I understand it myself.
“Are you quite well, ma chérie?” He kisses me before I can answer, and so I respond with my tongue, with my lips, with my teeth—tasting and probing and scraping, as he does the same. And our kissing heightens the pleasure of his sliding rod.
His lips pull away, and the look in his eyes sends a jolt to my heart. It’s as if I can see his entire soul in his eyes. Understand everything he’s thinking. Understand who he is, even though I know so few details about my mysterious Saxon.
I know nothing beyond his title as dragon master, nothing beyond his ability to hold command over others, nothing beyond the kindness he’s shown toward me. I don’t even know which kingdom he comes from, or what he hopes for his future.
I want to know everything about this man, his favorite food, his secret desires, his mother’s name. I want to fully understand him, to learn Saxon in the same way my channel is learning the shape and ridges of his thick rod, and how it stimulates my body.
“Would you like to try something different?” he asks.
“There’s more?”
Grinning, he slips out of me, and before I can object to the emptiness, he changes our positions. Lifting me up with him, he sits on the bed, guiding my legs to straddle around him. He lifts my bottom, suspending me above his lap, and I lean onto his shoulders as one of his hands supports me, and the other positions his rod at my cleft’s entrance. The light from the oil lamp kisses his skin and highlights his hair, and I thread myfingers into the luxurious waves as he holds me poised above his rod.
