“No, one of us has to direct this operation. Besides, you’re sharing your experience with me, and your knowledge is making me happy. You seem to know exactly where to touch me.”
“Good to know,” Max said. “Last chance to change your mind.”
“Not happening.” Confidence and certainty rang in her tone.
Max’s smile turned blinding white, and the emotion in his face pushed her heart to beat harder. Faster. “In that case,” he whispered, “Let me taste you.”
He replaced his finger with the softness of his tongue, and he lapped at her juices.
“Ooh!”Sasha said and gripped the bedclothes.
“Should I stop?”
“No! No, don’t stop.”
Her stomach clenched, and her grip on the bedclothes tightened. The pleasure was slow and rolled through her in a gentle wave. Instinctively, her hips arched upward to get Max to increase the pressure. Max chuckled and continued to stroke her with both fingers and mouth until she buzzed and yearned for something extra. He traced her opening in a teasing, maddening stroke when she ached for a mysterious more.
He pushed his finger deeper, and it slipped inside her, the intrusion welcoming and stimulating, yet still not enough.
“Max,” she wailed.
He chuckled softly, yet it wasn’t cruel humor. It was more knowing. Teasing. Yep, still maddening. His finger crooked inside her, and he teased an inner wall while his tongue massaged her happy spot.
Immediately, the pleasure within her darted higher, going so fast she became breathless. She gasped, swallowed hard, frightened to move for fear of losing this wondrous stimulation. But she needn’t have worried. Instead, the sensations expanded until it felt as if she balanced on a precipice of pleasure and pain. A part of her wanted Max to stop, and the other side of her was frightened he would cease giving her this gift.
Without warning, Max suckled harder, and she was flying, her body squeezing Max’s fingers. She thought she might’ve cried out and couldn’t find enough energy to care. Wow. Just wow. She’d been missing out all this time.
Max withdrew his finger, and her sex gave a protesting twitch as if the emptiness was a punishment. He rose up her body, pausing to pinch her nipple. Yet another spasm resulted from the streak of pain.
She was about to ask questions, but Max’s mouth covered hers, and he kissed her slowly and thoroughly. Their tongues danced together. She could taste herself on his lips and savored his unique smoky flavor in return.
His groin brushed against her hip, which propelled another surge of want to life. She parted their lips and ran her fingers over his bristly jawline.
“Do I get to see you with no clothes?”
“Yeah.”
He pulled away and slid off the bed. Seconds later, he was naked.
“That looks even more painful,”her dragon said.
“Can I touch it?”
“Not right now,” he said. “You’re hell on my restraint. Just the thought of having your hands roving my body is enough to make me burst. How about this first time, we move straight along? I promise, hand on my heart, you can explore as much as you want next time.”
“All right,” Sasha said.
“Great,” Max said before he kissed her again.
Her dragon’s moan rumbled through Sasha’s head.“I love kissing Max,”her dragon whispered.
“Radio silence, remember. Like they did in that movie we watched last week.”
“Radio silence,”her dragon confirmed and kept her promise by not doing anything more than purr her happiness.
Max dragged Sasha over him then stroked his hand down her back and over her buttocks. Every one of his touches brought new shivers of delight and more beautiful memories to drag out later. He squeezed her arse and drew her against him, so their bodies fit together perfectly. His cock slipped between her thighs, sliding across tender flesh and setting off another series of delightful prickles. No matter where he touched, her body surged at the caress. Her nerves pulsated, sending never-ending darts of pleasure swimming through her mind.
“This might hurt the first time,” Max warned as he twisted their bodies again until she lay flat on the mattress. He settled between her legs, his expression grave.
