“You filthy, beautiful creature! How did you even come up with that—no, never mind, it doesn’t matter. I am yours. Do with me whatever you will. I want to know what’s in your head.” He set his bowl aside, stretching out while taking care with his wings. “Please,” he added when I didn't move.
So this was happening.
What had I set myself up for? I’d only heard the males in the stables boasting about such acts when they thought I’d already taken Finn out. I’d been shocked at first, but they spoke about many things, so I became used to it. Storing all the knowledge away.
Now I’d started this, and I was going to have to follow through, or look like a tease.
“Caly?”
“Yes,” I snapped out of it and gave him my attention.
“You don’t have to do a thing. Only that which you desire to do.”
I nodded. But I did want to do it.
“I want to…I just don’t know how,” I admitted, twisting my hands together.
“You can’t do anything wrong. You touching me is enough to send me over the edge.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll get it absolutely right,” I threw back.
“Trust me when I tell you that nothing that involves your mouth on my cock is ever going to be wrong.” The bulge under his loose linens was quickly tenting them.
I nodded, finding my nerve from somewhere and slowly lowering to my knees, between his thighs.
Faolan’s breathing had already picked up, and once I was settled between his spread legs, the scent of him hit me. I was no dragon, but this close, I could understand what he meant by drowning in it. I breathed him in, and it gave me the power to reach for his ties, loosening his pants.
He shuffled them down enough for me to peel them from his legs, leaving his thick length to spring free. I tossed his pants aside and turned my focus to him.
His cock, I forced myself to think the word. His dick. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it, teasing a curse out of him. Face to face, he was bigger than I’d even remembered, and I’d felt every intimate inch of it. Where it all went, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I was squirming just thinking about it.
I held it in my grasp, stroking slowly up and down the velvety surface, learning its shape, its size, every detail. It was heavy in my hand, thick and warm. It made me think of the stretch it created inside me. I felt heat flood my—core.
Damn, I couldn’t think those words naturally either, but he said it so brashly and unapologetically. Cunt, pussy—they were only words.
“That mind of yours…”
“What?”
“I can scent it on you. It makes me want to devour you again. I may demand it when you’re through.”
“You can’t! What about not moving too much do you not understand?” I teased him as I said it, and his reaction did not disappoint.
He hissed, eyes half lidded. “I can.”
“How?”
“You can sit on my face.”
I rubbed my thighs together, hating that he was again right.
“Now tell me what you were thinking.” He played with a strand of my hair, looking at me like I was a Goddess or something.
I didn’t know who I’d become as I spoke, but the words were out before I could stop them. “How well you stretched out my pussy when you fucked me.”
He tensed, and his dick throbbed in my hand and seemed to swell significantly. “Bloody hell, you’re actually going to kill me,” he said, near hysteria.
“You were so deep inside me, I could think of nothing else but where we came together. Like you set something inside me on fire in the best ways.”
