I move Eleanor’s hands to my waist and glide my fingers up her bare arms until I cup her face between both of my hands. “Would you like it if I told you more often how pretty you are? How beautiful you look when you wear those dresses with the tiny straps? How dirty my thoughts get when I imagine what you’d look like without any of it on?”
Eleanor’s heart races faster and faster, her pupils dilating and her breathing shallow. “Yeah? I wouldn’t mind hearing more of those thoughts.”
I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “Okay. Get in bed and I’ll tell you more.”
Leaning forward, Eleanor takes my thumb into her mouth and sucks lightly on it before she backs out of my embrace. My heart stutters and my jaw drops at the move. I want her to do that again, but this time on my cocks, but I quickly remind myself that tonight isn’t about me or my wants.
Holding my gaze, Eleanor unbuttons her black slacks and slowly strips them off, laying them neatly over the back of the chair.
My dragon hums in approval, just as excited to have Eleanor here, and sends as a cascade of scales down my torso and toward my cocks. The scales don’t fade away this time. I can feel their hardness rubbing against my clothes, but there’s no discomfort, no need to fight my dragon on this.
I’ll take good care of her,I promise him. Satisfied with my answer, he makes himself scarce, disappearing within my chest as my eyes graze down Eleanor’s gorgeous thick thighs, my hard cocks stiffening even further.
“Fuck, you’re a dream,” I breathe out, unsure if the words are audible to Eleanor.
She unclips her bra under her white camisole and in some strange move, pulls it off without removing the upper layer. Eleanor groans with relief the second her bra is off, her breasts now free and finally taking their natural form.
This image of Eleanor has me salivating, and I reach down to adjust my cocks, not wanting any more attention on them. This is all about Eleanor. The woman who looks like she’s stepped out of a classical painting by a very gifted artist, only to grace me with her presence.
Tonight, my only focus is her. I want to give Eleanor a reason to be happy she came here, a reason to come back often. I want to enjoy every tiny detail, cement it in my mind so I can remember it forever.
I remain still as Eleanor slowly pads toward the bed. When she notices the weight of my gaze, it’s as if confidence is poureddown her spine, her steps getting surer as she saunters the final distance. It makes me so proud of her, because Eleanor has absolutely nothing to be shy about.
“Your turn,” Eleanor says, her eyes devouring me as I reach for the buttons of my shirt.
I take my time, meticulously unbuttoning my shirt, reveling in Eleanor’s attention and feeling like I’m soaring above the ocean with the power of her attraction for me. I turn my back on her only long enough to hide my cocks as I pull on my loose sleeping pants, then I flick off the mill’s main light, plunging my home into darkness except for the lamp on Eleanor’s side of the bed.
Letting the peaceful sound of the waves lapping at the shore wash over me, I welcome the familiar creaks of the mill’s gears, the occasional groans of the ceiling’s wooden beams to soothe any nerves that might stand in my way to make Eleanor feel truly appreciated.
I still can’t believe my luck that I have my childhood best friend here, in my bedroom, when I once thought I’d never see her again. I’m not about to let fate down for giving us a second chance.
Stopping at the foot of the bed, I grin down at the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. “Lie down, my lovely Eleanor. Let me tell you the story of your beauty.”
Eleanor sucks in a shaky breath, but she does what I ask, scooting down from her spot against the headboard until she’s lying flat on her back.
I get in next to her and prop myself up on one elbow. “Is it okay if I touch you a little while I tell you which parts I like the most?”
Licking her lips, Eleanor nods slowly while she looks at me. “Yes, please.”
“Since you ask so nicely, I’ll start with one of my favorites.” I brush my fingers through her fiery locks, letting the strands sift between my fingers. “This hair. This crown of flames only fit for a queen. It’s your most striking feature and, like a moth to a flame, it never fails to draw me in.”
Eyes softening, Eleanor leans into my hand. “Thank you, but you’re actually the one with the pretty hair.”
I press my thumb against her lips, effectively silencing her. “This is story time, Eleanor, and you’re my muse. I intend to give you a very happy ending before you’re allowed to change books.”
My muse’s lips tip up into a pleased smile, halting any further arguments.
Slowly, I work my way down, tracing my fingers over each of Eleanor’s features as I tell her about them. Her warm honey-brown eyes, the elegant bridge of her nose, her pouty lips and the way they curl up at the corners when she’s even just a little happy, the softness of the skin below her ears and the sweet sounds she makes when I kiss her there, and finally I pause on the light dusting of freckles across her shoulders, which remind me of my favorite constellation of stars.
“Can I keep going?” I ask, my voice gravelly with desire.
“There’s more?” Eleanor’s chest heaves, her perfuming arousal filling my olfactory receptors, telling me she likes this as much as I do.
My smirk comes easily. “This story is far from done.”
I drag a finger down Eleanor’s sternum, watching her face for any hints that this isn’t something she wants. She nods at me, and with a slight arch, pushes into my hand as I move to cup one breast over the silk fabric.
The rough groan that escapes me is part dragon, precum leaking from my cocks as she fills my hand abundantly. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? These breasts were designed by the gods themselves, making mere mortals weep at not being bestowed the honor of being blessed with them.”
