I reached out and grasped his bobbing cock at the base.
It had him groaning against my sensitive flesh, the reverberations doing insane things to me and making me tremble at the blissful sensations.
I settled my thighs properly either side of him and leaned over his cock. I flicked my tongue at his crown and he jerked wildly. I did it a few more times, fascinated by his reactions. And then I closed my lips over his crown and sucked carefully. When moans of appreciation sounded from him, I drove deeper down his shaft, relaxing my throat and managing to take him right down to his balls.
“Damn!” he cried out, pulling from between my thighs and shuddering.
I raised back up, then tried to find a rhythm, but I… I didn’t… I wasn’t sure how to—
He stroked my hair. “Want me to show you?” he asked. “Personally, I’m more than fine with you doing whatever you want, but if you’re feeling unqualified or whatever, I can help you.”
I winced and couldn’t turn my head to look at him, as I held him at the base unmoving. “Okay,” I murmured.
He played with my hair, stroking the blue strands in particular. “Love this, by the way. I mean, not as much as the taste of you, which is… fuck… absolutely spectacular.”
I felt my cheeks heat at his words. What was happening? I wasn’t… shy. Although, I guess when it came to this, it was actually another matter.
A soft chuckle escaped me.
“Open wide,” he told me, tightening his fingers in my hair so he was fisting and then angling my head instead of stroking.
I followed his instructions and he guided my head down, my lips sliding down over his shaft. Noticeably, he only eased me a third of the way down, then guided me up… down again, demonstrating the way to develop a good rhythm, talking about swallowing, then even guiding my hand to tease his balls.
“There’s a good girl… you’ve got the mechanics now. The rest… just do what you want, honestly. The fact your mouth is on me at all is more than fucking incredible to me. All right? You hear me, icicle?”
I turned to look at him over my shoulder.
Adoration and excitement sparkled in his eyes.
And lust.
Some major lust and need.
“Yeah. I hear you.”
He winked at me, then dove back between my thighs, and had me screaming and trembling when his wild tongue had pleasure sparking everywhere.
“Fuck,” I breathed, a second before I swallowed his dick, then got lost in devouring him too, remembering what he’d told me, but finding that I needed to swirl my tongue like an animal as well and graze his balls rather than just stroking.
It was my dragon nature coming through.
Judging by his muffled groans and curses against me and him bucking beneath me, he was getting a major kick out of it.
But despite the intensity, I could feel him holding back, trying not to thrust his hips too much and choke me with his dick.
That wouldn’t do.
I wanted to chase the freedom of it, and that wouldn’t work if he was restraining himself, especially because of me.
I slapped his thighs and squeezed his base.
The dominant moves did something to him, and then he actually let go and started slamming his hips up roughly and harshly.
And, as I scraped my nails down his thighs, leaving red-raw marks, he lost it, snarling between my thighs, his tongue lashing wildly, driving his dick down my throat, as I met his brutal rhythm and relished every moment of it.
I nearly shot off the bed when he thrust his tongue inside me and started fucking me with it, stabbing and swirling, and working me open.
His fingers pinched my clit, scraped, then flicked.
