“You are so beautiful,” I whispered.
Shale frowned at me. “I don't look like a Dragon.”
“First of all, who the fuck cares about that? Second, doesn't your God have white hair? I've heard the Dragons of Sken compare it to freshly fallen snow.”
Shaleros blinked. “Yes, actually. Pure white, but his is straight. Pin straight while mine is thicker.”
“Still, it's white. So, you're right. You don't look like a Dragon. You look like the DragonGod.” I shrugged. “Frankly, even if he didn't have your hair, I'd say you looked like a god.” I slid my hand into his hair. “A moon god.”
“That's what Karadas is.”
“Maybe we should stop talking about religion.” I slid my hand down his chest to wrap it around his cock.
Shale threw his head back and moaned. “Oh, fuck. Fuck it's been so long.”
Using his distraction, I pushed Shale onto his back with my free hand and body. He fell onto the fluffy comforter and looked up at me in surprise. I grinned at him, then bent my head to kiss his chest. With a hissed inhale, he grabbed the back of my head. I tongued his nipple. He bucked up against me. I moved to the other one and sucked it. Hard.
“Fuck!” he cried.
“Shale.”
Blinking, coming out of his daze, the King looked down at me.
“You need to lighten your hold on my hair.”
“What?”
“My hair. Loosen your grip so I can . . . move lower.” I grinned. “Please.”
His hand instantly went slack.
Holding his stare, I licked my lips and kissed my way down his hard belly, pausing to nibble at the solid bulges of his abdomen. Then I was there, hovering over a pale piece of hard flesh. It shouldn't have excited me so much. It was just a shaft. But Shale's cock was perfect. The most perfect dick I'd ever seen. No veins to mar its velvet skin. No wrinkling. Just smooth and pale like marble, the tip blushed pink.
Groaning, I fell upon it, mouth open. Shale cried out again, but I was so focused on his flesh that I didn't hear him at first. All I heard was the wet sound of my mouth moving over him. The sucking. All I felt was that silken hardness sliding across my tongue and stretching my lips. All I tasted was clean, male skin. All I smelled was sandalwood and musk. I breathed in deeper.
“Enough!” the King declared and yanked my head back.
I came off him with a popping sound, and my mouth hung open as he lifted and tossed me. I landed on my back, and he was above me seconds later. Shale's expression was wild, beyond aroused. I gaped up at him. Had a lover ever desired me this badly before? I couldn't remember one who had. Fuck, I couldn't remember having any other lovers at all. Was I a virgin? I certainly reacted to his arousal like one, jerking my hips forward. As if he knew the effect he had on me, Shale growled. Then he kneed my legs further apart.
And paused.
Right. He'd never done this before. Not with a man. Holy fuck, I was his first.
“Uh, some oil would be helpful,” I said. “Or a salve. Something to ease your entry.”
Shale's eyes twitched. Then he nodded. With a stern look at me, as if I might flee as soon as he moved, he rolled off me and reached for the headboard. I looked up to see that it wasn't just a decorative piece but a long cabinet. The King pulled open doors and drawers, searching, until finally, after many grunts of irritation, made a triumphant sound.
He presented a bottle to me. “They use this for my massages. Is it all right?”
“Oh, yeah.” I grinned and uncorked the bottle. “Perfect.” I sat up and poured some oil into my hand. Then I reached for him.
Shale's brow lifted as I coated his cock in oil.
“What? You thought it was only for me?” I asked him. Then I reached around and rubbed the remainder on my entrance.
“Now what?” He asked.
I lay back, grabbed my knees, and pulled my legs up and open. “Now, you fuck me, Shale.”
