Page 8 of Her Dragons

I gulped, trembling a bit, not from fear but from the tiniest glimmer of excitement, and whispered, “Yes.”

Jake slipped his hands under my T-shirt and touched my stomach, which clenched at his touch, but not from fear.“Tell me if it’s not okay, and I’ll stop,” he said.And slowly he moved his hands up my stomach.

Now it wasn’t just a door opening within me.It was windows flying open and curtains wafting in a breeze.Jake’s warm hands traveled up under my T-shirt and found my breasts.“Are you still all right?”

I shut my eyes and breathed deeply, now wanting to experience nothing but the way he was making me feel, a kind of feeling that I’d begun to think would never happen again in my life.All I could do was repeat, “Yes.”

Jake took one of my breasts in each hand and held them tenderly, turning my nipples into warm pebbles of flesh.He grasped my breasts delicately, carefully, not too tightly, and said, “Soft.You’re soft.This is how you ought to be touched.Softly.Just softly.”

That inner, breezy warmth and sunshine now filled me completely.Jake’s hands delicately tightening my breasts andreleasing them, and tightening again, made me forget that I’d ever been touched any other way than the way he was now touching me.

I felt him leaning forward again, and I didn’t resist.I leaned forward to meet him and let my mouth join his in a kiss.This time it was not just a brushing of lips.This time it was a real and lingering kiss, filled with warmth and intention.He pressed his lips to mine and gave me just the tip of his tongue.I welcomed it, and raised my hands to grasp his shoulders, inviting him to kiss me a little more deeply.For a moment, he did, and grasped my breasts just a little more firmly, not too much, but just enough to underscore his desire.

Jake parted the kiss and said, “Is it okay to take off your top?”

Smiling a bit, I nodded yes.

He slipped his hands out from under my T-shirt and lifted it, exposing my stomach, and pulled it up over me, baring the breasts that he’d fondled.I raised my arms, letting him pull the T-shirt up and off me.He tossed it to the floor, and now I was half naked with him and unafraid.

Jake took one of my hands in his and brought it towards him.“Is it okay to touch where my cock is?”

My heart did a little leap like a horse jumping over a hedge.“Yes,” I said.

He guided my hand down to where his pouch bulged and put my fingers on it.Half-coiled and barely contained in Jake’s thong was something very large, warm, and wonderfully hard.“Feel it,” he whispered.And I did.It throbbed at my touch, telling me that it was mine if I wanted it.

As I felt his erection enclosed in fabric, Jake kissed me again, a deepening kiss of growing trust, with a little more tongue than before.He was making me feel both wanted andsafe.I let him feel my breasts again and thrilled at the brushing of his thumbs on my nipples.

Pulling out of the kiss, but staying close to me, Jake asked, “Can I touch you down there?”

With a trembling exhale, I answered, “Please, yes.”

Jake slipped one hand under the waistband of my sweatpants and explored what lay beneath them.His fingers moved carefully under the little panties that I was wearing and sifted through my pubic hair, and found their way to the lips of my sex, which had started to moisten.He stroked softly at my womanhood, and kissed me more deeply.The breeze inside me became a warm summer wind.

He broke the kiss and nuzzled my nose with his own.And then, he asked the most thrilling question of all.“Will you let me fuck you?”

Again, I repeated, “Yes.Yes.”All my fear was gone.He had melted it all away.Only excitement and arousal remained.

“Come over to the couch,” said Jake.“I want you on the couch.”

He stood up and took me by one hand again, helping me up.We walked hand in hand the few steps over to the sofa facing the fireplace.“Sit down,” he whispered, and when I did, he went down to his knees and grasped both the waistband of my sweatpants and my panties and pulled them down over my legs and off me.Then he stood up, looming over me with all his stunning young masculine beauty, and pulled off his thong, releasing the wonder of his erect penis, which was even larger than the bulge of the thong had promised.Its head was jacketed in a full foreskin and his balls were like two ripe fruits in their own pouch of flesh.I exhaled in anticipation at the sight of it.

Jake went back down on his knees and brushed his hand between my thighs, asking me with his touch to open my legs for him.I did, and in a moment charged with wonder, I watchedhim lower that angelically handsome, scruffy face between my thighs.His lips enclosed my labia and his tongue stroked at my opening, and a rapture of pleasure blossomed inside me.I sighed deeply and leaned back on the sofa, letting Jake kiss my vulva.

Everything that I’d been through up to now, no longer existed.There was only the bliss of Jake’s lips caressing my sex, and his tongue alternately slipping into my vagina and sliding up to my clitoris.My breath quickened; my stomach rose and fell.I was giving myself to him without reservation and he was taking me with tender passion.He kissed my labia, probed my vagina, licked and sucked my clit, lifting me into ever greater pleasure.I moaned softly, encouraging him, and Jake helped himself to my pussy and gave me the feeling of being totally, utterly wanted.His kissing and tonguing went on and on.He sucked my labia, giving me a wonderful shock of delight.

I tossed my head on the back of the couch, my spirit exulting at the way Jake ate me out while his hands grasped at my thighs.If nothing else ever happened, the pleasure of this moment could have sustained me.But there was so much more that awaited me, as I knew when Jake raised his head and peered up at me with desire, and said, “I’ll be gentle.I’ll fuck you gently, I promise.”

Gulping with new anticipation, I let Jake swing my legs up onto the couch and climb up onto the sofa cushions with me.He lifted my legs up around him.He took the length of his dick in one hand, and I gazed up in wonder at how magnificent he looked in his erect nakedness.He pulled back his foreskin and exposed the glans of his cock, from which a bead of pre-semen exuded.He brought that maleness to my opening and slipped the tip of it up and down its wetness, making me shiver with excitement, until at last he eased his throbbing length into my passage and entered me.I gave out an ecstatic moan andheld out my arms to him, and Jake lowered his tight, hairy muscularity onto me, mounting me and penetrating me all the way to his balls.His kiss muffled my continuous moans as I let him enter me.

With my thighs around his bucking hips and my fingers clutching exuberantly at the flexing muscles of his back, I drank in the fantastic pleasure of Jake penetrating me.How could I have ever thought I knew what a good feeling really was before now?Jake’s long, hard cock slid inside the wet depths of my pussy while his lean, sculpted, and athletic form pressed me down on the sofa cushions.His chest hair brushed deliciously against my breasts and nipples and his mouth sucked at my lips.And he took me exactly as he promised he would, with smooth, deliberate, wonderful strokes; the sex of someone who cared about the way I felt.Having him thrusting and throbbing inside me was the most euphoric thing.It was sex the way I’d always imagined it could be.Somehow, either by intention or just being the way he was, Jake was taking me the way I’d always wanted a man to do it.He was making himself my perfect, ideal partner.I trusted him with my entire being and surrendered to him in body and spirit, and Jake rewarded me with strokes of his hard cock inside me that transformed me from a scared runaway girl to a woman in a flight of bliss.

Jake began to hold his dick inside me for an extra second or two with every tender but impassioned thrust, and in the sweet seconds between one kiss and the next, I whimpered and moaned with growing delight at the pulsating of his shaft with every penetrating stroke.I made incoherent sounds of joy as he buried his scruffy face where my neck met my shoulder and licked and sucked there, all the while continuing to let his cock work his passion.My hands went up and down his back almost the way they would move along the keys of the piano, feeling and squeezing his muscles, playing a song of wonder on his body.My touch begged him to keep doing what he was doing to me, and he did, as if he would never stop.What could possibly be more wonderful than this?

As if in answer to my question, there was a fluttering sound at the edge of my awareness, coming from the direction of the terrace; and a smaller, muffled sound, like the sound of something touching down on the stone floor out there.Next there was a sliding noise — the glass door being opened?And then, soft footfalls on the living room carpet.As enthralled as I was with the feeling of Jake’s steady, deep penetrating; the rhythm of his hips moving between my thighs; and the flex of his back muscles in my hand, I pried my eyes open and peered up to find Alex standing over us.He had come back from his morning flight, landed on the terrace, and let himself back into the apartment.His body was a tower of chiseled muscle and sumptuous hair, and my heart spun with even greater excitement as I watched him pull off his thong and release his own cock, a shaft of aroused maleness every bit as big and hard as the one pumping inside me now.I licked my lips at the sight of it, while Alex stared down at me, and at Jake on top of me, with the most exciting, eager lust.

“Shit,” said Alex.“You’re fucking her.”And the pre-semen beaded on his foreskin-wrapped glans the same as it had done on his friend.

Jake lifted his head and groaned drunkenly while humping me.

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