“You—you want to see me?”
“You catch on fast.” His lips unfurl into a wicked grin. He still has the phone in his hand as he brings it closer to his face. “Take your shorts off, Em. I want to see your ginger pussy and not the one that’s curled up at the bottom of the bed.”
I didn’t think my cheeks could grow any hotter, but I’m about to set my pillow on fire. Sansa sits up on the bed, watching me as I lift my bottom to tug the shorts down.
“My cats are judging me.”
Drake laughs. “Sansa’s probably just waiting to see if you bend the knee.”
She meows as if in agreement. Ghost watches from the dressing table as if he’s part of the night’s watch, while Smokey prowls along my windowsill, restless, as if he’s waiting for the show.
“Hey, look at me.” His voice is deep and demanding. “I’m the only one you need to focus on, now kick off those shorts and spread your legs. I want to see you. All of you.”
My legs tremble as I pull them apart, exposing myself to Drake, though from the angle of the phone, my cats have a better view than him, but I’m so turned on now, I can’t stop touching myself as I slip my finger between my folds, the book at my side long forgotten.
“You’re delicious. I want to taste you. Would you like that, Em, my tongue inside you, my lips kissing your pussy?”
I whimper again, about to say yes when he pulls down the duvet, and I’m rendered speechless. My mouth parts as I take in the sight of him in all his glory. The way he’s holding the phone makes it seem enormous, his large hand looking small wrapped around his length.
“You like what you see, pumpkin?” He angles the phone so I can see his face in the background, a smug smirk etched on his face.
“It’s… monstrous.”
He chuckles deep through the handset. “Does it live up to the dragons in your books?”
I nod my head, practically drooling onto my pillow.
“I can’t wait to be inside you. Would you like that? My cock buried deep inside your pussy.”
His words cause another moan to leave my lips. It’s like I have my own personal audiobook. My world narrows tohis voice as I play with my clit, slipping my fingers lower and circling back.
“Are you close? I want to watch you unravel.”
“So close.” I strum my sensitive spot faster and close my eyes.
“Look at me, Em. I want you to look at me when you come.”
Holy smokes. I lock onto him through the screen, his eyes, the ink on his body, every vein on his thick length, and the spark inside me ignites. My hand moves faster, matching his rhythm until the fire catches and spreads. Heat licks through me like dragon fire, wings unfurling in my chest, lifting me higher and higher.
I call out his name, pleasure tearing me apart in white-hot flames, like I’m burning alive and being reborn all at once.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says with a growl as he pumps out his own release. Ropes of white cum spurt out of him, hot and uncontainable, striping the black scales inked across his stomach like molten treasure. I want it to mark me, paint me, claim me, but for now I’ll relive the moment in my head until we can be together like this in person, without distractions.
Cersei stretches out on the bed and rolls over as if bored now the show’s over. Ghost watches with a wide stare as if he’s frozen on the ice wall, but I’m too blissed out to care what they think. I can’t remember the last time I came like that. TheTitanicGIF pops into my head, reminding me it’s been 84 years, and a smile pushes my cheeks up.
Drake disappears, then comes back into view, lying on his side with his face filling the screen. “How was that, pumpkin?”
I curl towards the pillow, tugging the duvet over me,feeling like a woman who’s been seen and wanted in what feels like the first time in 84 years. “It felt good.”
His smile reaches his hooded eyes. “Just good?”
I bite my lip and pull the phone onto the pillow so it’s like he’s here with me. “I’m never going to be able to look my cats in the eye again.”
He laughs. “They haven’t seen nothing yet.”
“Well, Cersei thinks you’re overhyped, but Sansa purred in approval.”
He doesn’t retort, just smiles at me through the screen.
