Jayce took her hand and led her back to the galley. “Watch this…” He pulled the cushions off the built-in benches, knelt under the small table, and flipped up the leg. Then he lifted the tabletop off its hinges and dropped it down to fit between the benches perfectly. He rearranged the cushions so they all laid flat. “Presto-chango. We have another bed—and plenty of headroom.”
“Oh? And what are we going to do with that?” Kristine blinked innocently.
Jayce narrowed his eyes as a slow, almost evil smile spread across his face. “I’m going to let you fuck me, my love. Any way you want to.”
She laughed. “You’re going to let me?”
“Any way you want.”
He stepped into her space and began unbuttoning her blue-and-white-striped henley top. To her relief there were only three buttons from chest to neckline. She was becoming so heated from the inside that she couldn’t get the top off fast enough.
She held up her arms, and he pulled it over her head. She had on a pink bathing suit top, but one yank on the tie behind her neck, and it was almost off too.
She grabbed the hem of his navy-blue T-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor. His hard pectorals and abs glowed with a golden tan. She caressed the hard planes of his chest while watching his eyes darken.
“Jesus, Kristine. You could drive me crazy with lust.”
“Don’t worry,” she said as she reached for his belt. “I’ll put you out of your misery.” A moment later, his pants hit the floor, and she kneeled in front of him. Ordinarily finding no underwear would have surprised her, but he was probably expecting sex. She took him in her hand and licked the tip of his hard erection.
He leaned back and groaned. She pleasured him thoroughly, enjoying his every reaction. Without warning, she wound up on her back. The cushions were soft enough, so her squeal only resulted from surprise, not pain.
Jayce leaned over her and divested her of her skirt and bathing suit bottoms. Now they were both gloriously naked. She couldn’t remember being self-conscious in front of Jayce. She’d felt a twinge of self-consciousness when they were first together, but that was more out of habit than any true awkwardness. She’d usually had a shy moment with any guy who made it to her bedroom. But she’d always felt comfortable with Jayce—almost proud of her nakedness. They fit together perfectly.
As if to prove the fact, he reached under her arms and yanked her up so they were even, face-to-face, and then he wrapped a hand around her hip, pulling her close. She twined her legs with his and caressed his face. His dark eyes were so intense that they seemed to bore right into her.
“Kristine,” he murmured. He kissed her lips over and over with tenderness and purpose. They opened to each other and played hide-and-seek with their tongues.
He moved to the column of her neck, laying kisses down to her collarbone. He licked and nipped her there and then kissed his way down to one breast. As he suckled, creating delightful visceral sensations, she arched and moaned. When she whimpered, he switched to the other breast and gave that one the same full attention.
“Don’t torment me, Jayce. I need you, now.”
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll give you what you need.” He scooted lower, and his fingers parted her folds. “Youareready for me. And so soon. Are you sure you don’t want more?”
“Not necessary. Please…”
“Just another minute more. It’ll be worth the wait. I promise.”
He lowered his head and laved her sensitive bundle with his tongue. Sensations built quickly, and soon she felt herself taking off like a rocket. Jayce didn’t let up. Her core grew white-hot, and her thighs trembled. Then she exploded. The powerful orgasm left her almost sobbing.
At last she floated back to earth. There was a roaring in her ears, and her heart was pounding. Jayce gathered her in his arms and just held her while she gasped for breath. “How did…you do…that?”
“A hummingbird can flap its wings fast, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, a phoenix can flap its tongue just as fast.”
“Holy shit!”
Jayce laughed. He tucked an arm around her waist and rolled until she was on top of him.
She giggled. “Really? I can barely move, and you want me to do all the work?”
Jayce lay there and tucked his hands behind his head. “You were the one who wanted to be on top. I can wait—although you would think that, as a dragon, you’d recover faster than a human.”
She pushed on his chest and lifted her torso. “Oh, you would, would you?” She shimmered and transformed.
He just grinned. She could tell she wasn’t going to get a shocked reaction, so she shimmered back to human form and straddled him. His staff was hard as steel. Taking his cock in her hand, she rubbed it up and down. The surface was satiny soft, contrasting with the strength and hardness beneath. At last, she lowered herself onto him and began to rock. He rubbed her breasts as she found her rhythm. A visceral tug shot to her core, and they both moaned in pleasure.
She loved knowing she was bringing him pleasure. She wanted him to experience the same kind of gratification he gave her. If only she could just stay here, hiding away with him on this boat forever.
