Andthat’sbefore his fingers hit that spot inside me again.
His mouth is fire, but the feeling of him inside me is a different kind of flame, so gentle anddeep, burning me from the inside out.
This time I feel the build of my orgasm, stroking me higher and higher as Zan is steady beneath me, inexorable as I finally crest over the edge of it, throwing my head back to feel as fully as I can.
And it’s fucking mindblowing, and I want Zan to feel that just as much.
He’s proved he can pleasure me so completely without even putting his cock inside me. That we can still be good together even if I’ve never felt anything like this before, if I don’t know what I’m doing.
But I of all people know that a sage needs to move.
That I need toact.
I push his hand away from me as I turn in his lap. Zan begins to frown until I put my hand over the bulge in his pants, and then he goes still.
“May I touch you, Zan?” I ask him.
His eyes go utterly black, no irises remaining.
Oh yeah.
We’re not done here yet.
“You may,” he finally gets out.
Maybe he’s right. I haven’t even touched him yet.
But I’m going to.
Lacking his fancy dragon sex education, though, I need to see what I’m looking at. I ease his pants over his hips, and ask, “Is this okay?”
He nods shortly, lifting his hips to help me ease the pants out from around his cock.
It rises up from between his legs like he is straining for me, even though not a single muscle in this man’s body is moving otherwise.
I run a finger along his length—the skin is so much softer than I expected—and Zan sucks in a breath.
I glance up at him. “Am I going to hurt you?”
He lets out a crack of laughter. “You can’t. This form may be human, but I am not, Yora.” His gaze on me is like white fire as he takes my hand and wraps it firmly around his length, harder than I would have dared, and moves it slowly up and down. “All of me is strong enough to take you.”
Well.
“We’ll see,” I murmur, moving my hand on my own as I glance up at him. It’s clear this is good for him, but it seems... uninspired.
Surely I can do more than this?
But I don’t really know sex—
But I do know magic, don’t I?
And Zan has been demonstrating to me the many ways to explore.
I take my hand away for a moment so that I can work a quick kata, a shortcut, just one that makes an aura of magenta glow around my hands.
I glance back up at Zan, who is watching me silently, his entire attention fixed on me. “May I touch you, Zan?” I ask.
His jaw is clenched tight—from the effort of letting me explore in my own way, I think—but he manages to nod.
