Page 88 of Destiny of the Dragons

She shouldn’t have felt jealous of Jesse, but the thought of Smoke helping him molt…she dug her fingers into his hips.

“Never.” He nipped her neck and licked the spot. “Ever.” He nipped her again, and she pressed against him. She was soaking wet and ready for more.

But he had other plans. Smoke pulled her shirt off and kissed down her neck, into her cleavage.

Mia unhooked her bra, hoping he would take the hint.

He grinned at her, looking younger. “Are you trying to tell me something? Remember, I’m not good with subtly.”

“In that case.” Mia leaned in, whispering in his ear. “I want you inside me. Now.”

Smoke pressed her into the countertop with a groan. “I was planning on making you wait.”

“You have been torturing me all day." She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them off her hips, taking her underwear with them.

Smoke watched her every move, hunger in his eyes. He cupped her core immediately.

Mia gasped, her knees shaking. With the same hungry look on his face, Smoke pulled his hand away and set her on the countertop.

“Take off your pants.” Mia started to hook her legs around him, but he pushed her onto her back, forcing her to prop up on her elbows.

Smoke licked up her leg instead, and Mia debated pushing him away and pulling his pants off herself.

But then he gave a lightning quick flick of his tongue over her clit.

Mia gasped, and he moved away, licking along her inner thigh.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

Smoke pressed his mouth against her core, but only for a second, and then started licking her other thigh.

She shuddered. “Actually, never mind. I’m going to kill you.”

He ignored her pleas and threats, instead licking his tongue along the place where her thigh joined her torso. She tried shifting so he would be in the right spot, but he just chuckled and moved with her.

Mia stopped trying to push his head to the right spot. She had a gorgeous man between her legs. The view was fantastic. She watched his face as he licked along her thigh, quick darts to her center, before moving away again. She pulled his hair out of its ponytail and ran her hands through his hair. She was moaning and panting, but who could blame her?

He pressed his tongue against her core again, and she cried out, pleasure spiking with his touch. He moved up higher, licking her stomach as she shivered.

“You’ve stopped threatening me,” he murmured into her skin.

“I’m enjoying the show.”

“Good girl.” He dragged his tongue up her core.

Mia cried out, grabbing his head. It was beyond this world, the wave of pleasure washing over her. He licked all the way up and then sucked her clit into his mouth.

He moved his tongue back down to her pussy, slowly. Her hips kept jerking up, trying to take him inside her. Instead, he swirled his tongue around her opening without pushing it inside. She was wet and soaking, and her body was coiled tight with sweet agony.

Maybe she should go back to threatening him.

His tongue moved up and down her pussy, back and forth with broad flat strokes. It was both exactly what she wanted and less than what she needed.

Panting, Mia squeezed her legs around his neck, trying to get some sort of friction. Smoke adjusted her thighs so her hips were higher. He flicked his tongue over her clit a few times before leisurely dragging his tongue over her lips.

Sweat covered Mia’s skin, her heartbeat crashing in her chest. Every touch sent her moaning, the brush of his fingers on her thighs, the cold countertop under her butt, the press of his tongue around her center.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered into her. The movement of his mouth was the slight bit of friction against her, and it was enough to set off a burst of shock waves. Not enough for an orgasm, but close. So close.

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