“I liked it, but I wouldn’t want you to tie me up and blindfold me or any of that kinky stuff.”
“That’s a pity.”
She gasps and hits me on the side of my arm. “You’re too much.”
“Bondage and taking away some of a person’s senses heightens other senses. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into serious BDSM, but some things just work.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.” She smiles shyly at me.
I would love to see Wren tied up and begging me to make her come. My dick gets even harder just thinking about it.
“Tell me more about your life on the Mainland,” I finally say, needing the distraction.
“No.” She shakes her head, a smile playing at her lips.
I frown. “No? Why not?”
“You just made me come several times. The last one blew my mind. Holy shit! I’m pretty sure it was because you spanked meand did that thing with my clit.” She laughs softly. “Now you want me to talk about my parents and my friends back home?” She lifts her brows. “I can’t do that. Not right now.”
I laugh. “That wasn’t what I was asking at all. But fine, tell me about yourself. Something interesting.”
She’s quiet for a moment, thinking. Then she turns her head to look at me. “I can juggle.”
“Really? As in balls up in the air?”
“Yep. Four balls at once. Sometimes five if I’m really concentrating.” Her smile widens. “My brother and I used to practice all the time as kids. We watched a clown do it at the circus. We practiced for hours in the backyard until we both got pretty good. Although I’m better.”
“Clowns and circus tents,” I say, shaking my head. “Humans are weird.”
She laughs. “Says the guy who turns into a dragon.”
Fair point.
“Your turn,” she says. “Tell me something interesting about you.”
“I can’t,” I tell her, rolling toward her.
“Why not?”
“Because my mouth is full.” I lean down and capture one of her nipples between my lips, suckling on it until it goes stiff.
She gasps, her back arching off the bed. Then she grabs the back of my head, threading her fingers through my hair.
I worship her breasts, taking my time with each one. Licking and sucking and gently biting until she’s squirming.
“You have really great breasts.” I cup them in my hands, marveling at their fullness. “They fit my hands, and my hands are fucking big.”
“I used to hate them.”
“What?” My voice is laced with shock. “Why? If I had tits like this, I would never leave the house. I’d play with them all day.”
She laughs, and they bounce.
“Are you ready to take my cock again?” I ask her, and her pupils blow up.
“I like how forward you are. I mean, you’re a little crass, but…I really like the honesty. It’s refreshing.”
I’m far from honest.
