Page 26 of Eliza's Cursed Dragon

Several times during the day he would throw a name at me, Bianca, Eleanor, Christine, but never Eliza.

It didn’t matter though. I didn’t care because I sensed his feelings grow for me like mine were for him, and there was nothing I could do about it, even though I feared both of us would end up hurt. Because only a week later there were no more nettles at the graveyard.

I finished the mantle and started another, but soon I had nothing left to sow.

Again my Edward surprised me. The night after I filled only half a bag with nettles, he flew us in a different direction, to another graveyard he must have scoped out during the day—for me.

On the weekends he worked in his office and I took my sewing with me to give him silent company. Sometimes he talked to me about his work, showed me the plans he had for the town. One Sunday, he grinned like a little schoolboy.

“I finally figured out a name for the town.” Expectantly, I tilted my head and put my sewing aside. He took a deep breath. “Swanville!”

I clapped my hands in excitement. I liked it. I liked it very much. Without much thought, I rose from my chair and walked over to where he sat. Determined to find out if what the sales lady had said was true and if he would really like my garter belt.

Edward

Hypnotized, I sat there staring at this beautiful woman as she crossed the distance between us. Rolling my chair out invitingly was all I was capable of doing, until she straddled me. Then my hands moved up her warm body and my head moved up to meet her lips as hers lowered.

It wasn’t a chaste kiss. Not like we had exchanged so far. At least not on my part.

Her innocence showed through every one of her moves. The way she pursed her lips and pressed them against mine, the way she sat down on me without having a clue of the storm of emotions she wrought up inside me.

Carefully I parted my lips, allowed my tongue to dart out and lick at her mouth. A tremor moved through her. I urged my tongue a bit more insistently against her and her lips parted.

I groaned out my desire for her. My tongue touched her teeth and they, too, carefully parted, opening for me like a flower’s petals to the early morning sun. I entered. Another tremor moved through her when our tongues met and my princess opened up for me fully.

Inexperienced, her tongue moved against mine as my hands moved up and down her back, her sides.

Her hands flung around my neck, played with my hair, touched the skin of my back and sent my cock into a state of hardness that bordered on painful.

I allowed my right hand to wander, down her hip, to her thigh. I brushed against something that piqued my curiosity, and gathered the hem of her skirt to touch her naked flesh. Instead, I found it covered by nylon, at least at first, before I brushed the skin of her thigh and… a clasp!

My innocent princess was wearing a garter belt!

My hips bucked against her, precum leaked down my shaft and my groan reverberated through the room. Good God.

I broke our kiss to take a steadying breath and nuzzled down her neck, licking and gently nipping at her tender skin. Slowly I unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse, waiting for any trace of her stopping me. Her increased breathing was the answer I was looking for and I unbuttoned her blouse fully, staring at a lacy, black bra, covering the curves of full breasts that moved up and down in rhythm with her breathing.

My fingers fluttered like the brush of a feather over a swollen curve, first one, then the other. A small hiss of pleasure encouraged me to go further.

I leaned around her, unclasped the lacy bra, and slid it down her shoulders.

“You’re beautiful,” I rasped, swallowing dryly, because the sight of her round tits was more than I had expected. Pink nipples stood hard and erect in the center of two proud breasts, inviting me, teasing me.

Reverently, I placed one hand around a breast and enjoyed the tremble moving through her under my touch. I lowered my head and latched on to the other peak, sucking the hard pebble of her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, while her hands buried into my hair.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now.” I paused, looking up into the deep pools of her eyes. “Because I don’t know if I can if this goes any further.”

Her trembling hands began to unbutton my shirt in lieu of an answer.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I pressed, taking her hands into mine.

Her lips were swollen from our kiss, her eyes filled with the same desire that ravaged my body. She nodded.

“I’ve never had sex with a virgin before,” I admitted, but undeniably pleased that she was. “I promise I will be careful.”

She freed her hands from my grip and continued unbuttoning my shirt. Soon her palms roamed my chest, explored, and another deep groan escaped me.

At my urging she rose from her seated position on top of me to make it easier for me to lower her skirt’s zipper to remove the garment. . My eyes feasted on the black, lacy garter belt and panties she wore. My cock jerked inside my pants, eager to come out. For now I had other plans though.

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