Dragon Soul
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He laughed and pulled me up to him, one hand moving down to my thigh at the same time he leaned forward and kissed me. The dull heat inside me roared to life at the touch of his hand and mouth. “I like it when you babble. It’s been some time for me, as well, but I don’t see anything embarrassing here. All I see is a seductive woman who makes me insane with desire, one who has silky skin, glorious hair, and breasts that could make a sinner repent. Would you mind if I continued what we started in the other room?”
“You have my fullest cooperation,” I said with a little giggle that turned into a gasp when he pulled off my underwear and bent over my personal bits, a wicked grin lighting up his eyes.
They weren’t gold, though. They were a cloudy green.
“I’ll hold you to that. Now, let’s see if you like this.”
His head dipped down and I damn near came off the bed.
“Yes!” I shrieked. “Yes, I like that. A whole lot. Do it again, please.”
He did it again, and when I came close to going over the edge into an orgasm, he stopped.
“You are… that was… mmrowr,” I purred, wanting to crawl up his body, and touch and taste him, all the while having him do the same things to me.
He smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You are very responsive.”
“If that’s your polite code for quick off the mark, you’re absolutely right,” I said, my entire body tight and humming and wanting so much more. I bit his shoulder, and gently pushed. With a raised eyebrow, he obligingly rolled onto his back.
“Not that this is a time to mention past experience, but dear heaven, Rowan, you really do know your way around lady parts. Do you mind if I reciprocate? And touch you? All of you?”
He tried to chuckle but it came out tight. “Be my guest.”
My entire body was humming with anticipation, various and sundry parts of me demanding that I stop playing around and get down to business, but I’ve never been one to forgo some romping in the form of foreplay. I stroked a hand up his leg, thrilling in the sensation. “Mrs. P was right… you have really nice legs. I especially like your thighs.”
“I object,” he said, looking down his body at me as I spread his legs and knelt between them. “I didn’t get to inventory you. If that’s your intention, then I want equal time. I—”
He made an inarticulate noise and went stiff when I wrapped a hand around the base of his penis, giving it a friendly squeeze, not hard, just enough to let him know I was there.
“Such an odd piece of the body,” I said, leaning forward to touch my tongue on what I figured was a sensitive spot. “And yet so very fascinating, too.”
“Very,” he gasped, his hips bucking at my touch. “Sophea, you must stop doing that or I won’t be able to finish what I started.”
I gave his sensitive spot one last swirl of my tongue, then enjoyed crawling up his body, kissing and nibbling my way up past that glorious chest. “I don’t suppose you have a condom?” I asked when I reached his mouth.
He was writhing beneath me by then, but he stopped thrashing long enough to think. “No, I don’t. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was going to meet you. I’d have brought an entire box if I had.”
“It’ll be okay this time,” I said, gently biting his lower lip. His hands closed around my hips, trying to position me where he wanted me. “I get a shot that takes care of birth control, but if we do this again, we should probably have a little talk.”
“I’ll talk anytime you want,” he promised, his hands moving around to my breasts. His thumbs made gentle little sweeps across my nipples that drove the inferno in me out of control, and without a thought of whether or not what I was doing was smart, I positioned him in the appropriate spot, and slowly sank down.
He groaned and closed his eyes with pleasure.
I gasped and said in a voice about an octave higher than normal, “Goddess, you’re a lot beefier than you look. That’s just… I know it’s been a while, but still… criminy, there’s more of you?”
All my intimate muscles rejoiced at the visitor and greeted him with a welcome embrace. And just when I was wondering if I’d ever come to the end of him, he started moving beneath me, and it was my erotic dream all over again.
Heat and desire and the incredible sensation of having him move within me drove me into a spiral of pleasure that absorbed every iota of my being until, with a particularly vigorous thrust upward, he sent me falling over the edge into an orgasm to end all orgasms.
I was dimly aware of Rowan’s hoarse cry when he joined me, but I did notice, a few minutes later when my brain managed to kick-start itself, that he was breathing just as raggedly as I was. I looked up from where I’d collapsed on his chest to bite him on the chin.
“Ow,” he said without opening his eyes. “What was that for?”
“I was checking to see if you were conscious. Great Caesar’s ghost, Rowan, that was a hell of an experience. Beyond hell of an experience… it was… would earth-shattering be too much, do you think?”
Both corners of his mouth curled up, but his eyes remained closed. “That description works for me. And I can’t take all of the credit. You did some of the work. A minuscule amount, granted, because my part was clearly the most important, but I don’t want to be mean with regards to your contribution.”
I wiggled around on him, doing a little Kegel to remind him that he was still inside of me. His eyes shot open. “Your part may have been the star of the show, but let’s have a word of praise for my girly muscles. Those babies really worked overtime on you.”
He grinned and kneaded my behind. “They did, indeed.”
I rolled off him and glanced at the clock with a sigh. “Dammit. I should go check on Mrs. P, when all I want to do is snuggle and watch you fall asleep because you’re a man, and pillow talk bores you.”
“How do you know?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at me. “Perhaps I am the pillow-talkiest man who ever lived.”
He had me there. I realized in the post-coital glow that I really had done it this time—I’d thrown myself at a man whom I knew very little about.
“Sophea?” He propped himself up on an elbow, his expression concerned. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No.” I sighed, and sat up. “You merely pointed out that I’ve gone and done it again.”
“You have my fullest cooperation,” I said with a little giggle that turned into a gasp when he pulled off my underwear and bent over my personal bits, a wicked grin lighting up his eyes.
They weren’t gold, though. They were a cloudy green.
“I’ll hold you to that. Now, let’s see if you like this.”
His head dipped down and I damn near came off the bed.
“Yes!” I shrieked. “Yes, I like that. A whole lot. Do it again, please.”
He did it again, and when I came close to going over the edge into an orgasm, he stopped.
“You are… that was… mmrowr,” I purred, wanting to crawl up his body, and touch and taste him, all the while having him do the same things to me.
He smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You are very responsive.”
“If that’s your polite code for quick off the mark, you’re absolutely right,” I said, my entire body tight and humming and wanting so much more. I bit his shoulder, and gently pushed. With a raised eyebrow, he obligingly rolled onto his back.
“Not that this is a time to mention past experience, but dear heaven, Rowan, you really do know your way around lady parts. Do you mind if I reciprocate? And touch you? All of you?”
He tried to chuckle but it came out tight. “Be my guest.”
My entire body was humming with anticipation, various and sundry parts of me demanding that I stop playing around and get down to business, but I’ve never been one to forgo some romping in the form of foreplay. I stroked a hand up his leg, thrilling in the sensation. “Mrs. P was right… you have really nice legs. I especially like your thighs.”
“I object,” he said, looking down his body at me as I spread his legs and knelt between them. “I didn’t get to inventory you. If that’s your intention, then I want equal time. I—”
He made an inarticulate noise and went stiff when I wrapped a hand around the base of his penis, giving it a friendly squeeze, not hard, just enough to let him know I was there.
“Such an odd piece of the body,” I said, leaning forward to touch my tongue on what I figured was a sensitive spot. “And yet so very fascinating, too.”
“Very,” he gasped, his hips bucking at my touch. “Sophea, you must stop doing that or I won’t be able to finish what I started.”
I gave his sensitive spot one last swirl of my tongue, then enjoyed crawling up his body, kissing and nibbling my way up past that glorious chest. “I don’t suppose you have a condom?” I asked when I reached his mouth.
He was writhing beneath me by then, but he stopped thrashing long enough to think. “No, I don’t. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was going to meet you. I’d have brought an entire box if I had.”
“It’ll be okay this time,” I said, gently biting his lower lip. His hands closed around my hips, trying to position me where he wanted me. “I get a shot that takes care of birth control, but if we do this again, we should probably have a little talk.”
“I’ll talk anytime you want,” he promised, his hands moving around to my breasts. His thumbs made gentle little sweeps across my nipples that drove the inferno in me out of control, and without a thought of whether or not what I was doing was smart, I positioned him in the appropriate spot, and slowly sank down.
He groaned and closed his eyes with pleasure.
I gasped and said in a voice about an octave higher than normal, “Goddess, you’re a lot beefier than you look. That’s just… I know it’s been a while, but still… criminy, there’s more of you?”
All my intimate muscles rejoiced at the visitor and greeted him with a welcome embrace. And just when I was wondering if I’d ever come to the end of him, he started moving beneath me, and it was my erotic dream all over again.
Heat and desire and the incredible sensation of having him move within me drove me into a spiral of pleasure that absorbed every iota of my being until, with a particularly vigorous thrust upward, he sent me falling over the edge into an orgasm to end all orgasms.
I was dimly aware of Rowan’s hoarse cry when he joined me, but I did notice, a few minutes later when my brain managed to kick-start itself, that he was breathing just as raggedly as I was. I looked up from where I’d collapsed on his chest to bite him on the chin.
“Ow,” he said without opening his eyes. “What was that for?”
“I was checking to see if you were conscious. Great Caesar’s ghost, Rowan, that was a hell of an experience. Beyond hell of an experience… it was… would earth-shattering be too much, do you think?”
Both corners of his mouth curled up, but his eyes remained closed. “That description works for me. And I can’t take all of the credit. You did some of the work. A minuscule amount, granted, because my part was clearly the most important, but I don’t want to be mean with regards to your contribution.”
I wiggled around on him, doing a little Kegel to remind him that he was still inside of me. His eyes shot open. “Your part may have been the star of the show, but let’s have a word of praise for my girly muscles. Those babies really worked overtime on you.”
He grinned and kneaded my behind. “They did, indeed.”
I rolled off him and glanced at the clock with a sigh. “Dammit. I should go check on Mrs. P, when all I want to do is snuggle and watch you fall asleep because you’re a man, and pillow talk bores you.”
“How do you know?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at me. “Perhaps I am the pillow-talkiest man who ever lived.”
He had me there. I realized in the post-coital glow that I really had done it this time—I’d thrown myself at a man whom I knew very little about.
“Sophea?” He propped himself up on an elbow, his expression concerned. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No.” I sighed, and sat up. “You merely pointed out that I’ve gone and done it again.”
