Page 23 of Iris
“And,” his lips are just a mere inch from mine, “you invite me in for a cup of coffee that we can have in the morning?”
“Dang. He’s smooth. Can you imagine what he’d be like if he actually had fangs? Like he could just have them peek out, brush your neck. You’d be a whimpering mass of slime.”
And Igor ruins the moment. We both look at each other and shake our heads. I have a small smile on my lips. It feels right when I'm with him. I’ve not felt this way with any lovers in the past. I want to keep him close. Noah and Kieron, too.
“You know what?” My hand slips into his. “Why don’t you come in for the night? I might have some pajamas that could fit you.”
“Right. Like you’ll be wearing clothes five minutes after we go back in,” Igor snickers loudly from the backseat.
I squeeze Dorian’s hand before pulling away to get out of the car to grab Igor. It will be his choice now. Even though he was the one to suggest it, I'm leaving it up to him. He doesn’t disappoint. He is right behind me as I unlock the door to the apartment.
We don’t say anything to each other. We just stop every few feet to share heated kisses that soon have me panting. I set Igor down in front of the television in the living room with the remote next to her. I manage to get a promise wrangled out of her to actually not spy or listen to us. I’ve had to promise to get her three packs of candied flies, but it's worth it.
When we get into my room, Dorian shuts the door, locking it. I don’t tell him that if Igor decides to renege on her promise, that won’t stop her.
“My mate,” Dorian unbuttons his top button on his shirt, “strip for me.” His voice has deepened and his eyes have darkened to almost black.
“And if I don’t?” My rebellious side wants to fuck around a little.
“I’ll just have to take these off and help you.” He slides his right glove off slowly, followed by his left. “You’ll have an orgasm every stroke of my fingers.” His eyes are now fully black. The striking contrast makes my knees weak.
“Oh, I want that.” Yeah, I'm a pushover. If it means multiple orgasms just with touch? Sign me up!
Dorian chuckles low as he shrugs out of his shirt, leaving it on the ground behind him. His fingers are slender as I watch them run down his pectorals. I wonder if he tastes as yummy as he looks. I want to lick every inch of him. His stomach is flat with just a small hint of abs.
“Well,” he is in front of me, “if you won’t get undressed, you must want me to touch you.”
My knees are about to fall apart. I can feel my pussy clenching, and I'm already close to coming just from watching him remove his shirt.
“Touch me.” My hands are in his hair, pulling him enough so I can release some of the pressure building inside of me. He claims my lips as his tongue thrusts inside of my mouth, I can barely think.
That’s when it happens. He finally touches me, his fingers gliding down my neck. Except, there’s no promised orgasm. Just the pleasant touch of him against my skin. What I feel is what can only be the mating bond snap between us in a short burst of pleasure, making me feel closer to Dorian. That confirms what spell has been cast, that’s for sure. Even if we already knew.
I pull back from his kiss. His eyes are wide, shocked back to his normal color. He presses his right hand into my cheek.
“You’re not...how is this possible? Everyone I’ve ever touched, they unraveled, even when I don’t feed. I haven’t gotten to touch a person since I changed without them going into an orgasm. The longer I touched, the more they’d come. I could never enjoy touching someone with my hands just for the pleasure of it.” His voice wavers. “I’m touching you.”
My heart breaks at the pain that radiates from him. I should have realized how not being able to just experience a simple gesture, like holding hands, or touching someone’s face, could be taken for granted.
“Dorian,” my hands cup his cheeks, “my mate.”
Our lips touch again, yet this time it's sweet, overwhelming, and everything rolled all together in one. Dorian’s hands run over my body roughly but slowly as he seems to savor the touch. The rest of our clothes are thrown across the room as our tongues tangle.
When I'm naked, I have to resist covering my body with the blanket. I stiffen up briefly and Dorian pulls back. He stares down at me, his eyes black again, but I can see that they’ve soften looking at me.
“Your curves are beautiful. You being plump is such a turn on, baby. It makes me want to bury myself inside of you and mark you over and over again.” His tongue flicks out against my ear as he leans forward. “Don’t hide from me, or your other mates.”
I raise an eyebrow at him as I begin to relax again, my pussy continuing to throb. Dorian grins. He sits back with his ass on his heels. Stars burst behind my eyes as I admire the lithe body in front of me. Not to mention the nicely curved cock that’s standing up on its own.
“Sir, yes, sir!” I salute him saucily.
“God, you’re adorable.” He grabs me, rolling himself over, so he can pull me on top of him. My legs are on either side of his hips. “Why don’t you take control?”
His cock is hard underneath my thighs. I can’t resist moving my hips just slightly along his length. Dorian groans softly as his fingers dig into my hips.
“Don’t tease too much.” His fingers trail up my sides to cup my breasts, his thumbs flicking the nipples. “Turnabout is fair play.”
“You said I could take control. You’ll have to deal!” Running my nails down his chest, I make sure to drag them enough to draw out a moan from him. This is the first time I’ve ever played during sex. it's fun, yet hot at the same time.
