“I do not have a condom, but I want you to know that I cannot pass anything on to you that would harm you.”
“Really?”
He nods. “I cannot do anything that will cause harm to you.”
“Is that your dragon nature?”
“Partly.”
He grips my hips and his heat melts my thoughts. “You can really come inside me?” I ask breathily.
He swallows hard. “If you wish.”
I nod and kiss him. When I pull away, I whisper, “Do it.”
The flames in his eyes flare brighter, and then his hand shuttles against my bum. One long finger tickles my opening, and coats me with a warm, slick substance. I clench my teeth as he slides his finger into me.
“Oh fuck, that feels amazing,” I breathe.
It’s warm and natural feeling, better than any lube I’ve ever felt. I take him easily, lightning running down my spine when hecrooks his finger and rubs my prostate. “More,” I breathe. “Fuck. Give memore.”
He repeats the motion, gathering his precome, and soon he has three fingers inside me while I writhe, sobbing out incomprehensible words, my head tilted to the sky, and my eyes blind.
I’m burning up. His skin is hot everywhere I touch, and when my sweat hits him, I’m sure I hear it sizzle. I run my hands over his broad chest, scratching his nipples and hearing him gasp.
“Fuck me now,” I say, rising in his lap.
“You are sure?”
I nod. “Now.”
His cock kisses my opening, and I hover for a moment, teasing us both, but then my patience runs out, and I lower myself. I move slowly, but I don’t need to. My body opens like I’m a lock and he’s my key—my flesh the perfect fit as he slides in.
I cling to him, kissing his lips and then pulling away to shower kisses on his nose and cheeks. “Oh fuck, you’re so deep inside me.”
“Is it good?” he asks, his voice harsh with the strain of keeping his control.
Instead of answering him, I fasten my hands on his shoulders to get my balance, and then I start to move. I slide up and down, keeping the pace torturously slow and feeling his hands digging into my hips. He’ll leave bruises, and I can’t wait to see them tomorrow. All the while, his cock piercing rubs over my prostate, lighting me up like the national grid.
He watches me, his mouth open as he pants. His hair is wet and clinging to his face, his eyes wild. I see the moment his control snaps, and he cups my buttocks and rams up into me in short, hard strokes.
I scream loudly, and he moans in reply, his hips pistoning. We move together like a well-oiled machine, and I writhe in his lap, gasping my pleasure into the night.
“You’re like a flame in my arms,” he grunts.
I kiss him, open-mouthed, panting as he moves me.
His hands fall away, and he grips the stone wall behind him. “You drive me mad,elskling,” he mutters.
I twine my fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands, feeling my thighs burn as I lift up and nearly off him, hovering with the head of his cock just inside my opening. Then it pops back in, and I shove down again, riding him furiously, sensing the finish line.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
“Yes.” He reaches for my cock, and I bat his hand away, my eyes blind as I search for it.
“Oh,” he says brokenly. “You are going to come without?—”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because I’m there. I grind down on his cock, my hands on his shoulders, and feeling the sparks race over my skin. I groan as I come over his chiselled abdomen.
