Page 26 of Bewitching the Dragon
“Here,” Rahu said, reaching for her, “let me help.”
She stopped struggling with her clothing and let him strip it from her body. She liked the way he did it better anyway, because he added kisses to her belly and hipbone and trailed his callused fingers along her skin in the process. Sparks jumped everywhere he touched her, adding fuel to the fire burning at her core.
When they were both naked, they stood there for a long time, quiet, drinking in the other. It was…reverent. But, honestly, she didn’t want to analyze it at the moment. She simply wanted to enjoy the experience.
“Condom,” Rahu said, breaking the trance that had fallen over them. “I have some in my room.” He glanced at his clothes strewn about the floor.
“Maybe check the bathroom first,” she suggested. As ridiculous as it was, she hoped to God that there would be one in there because first, what a spectacular sight watching Rahu’s naked, tight ass as he hurried away from her to check, and second, she didn’t want him to have to get dressed again, at least not until after he’d given her an orgasm. Hopefully two.
“Hot damn,” he said when he returned, holding a square packet between his fingers. “How freaking lucky are we?”
“We’re about to be even more lucky.” She snatched the rubber and pressed her palm against his chest, pushing him toward the bed. She’d almost swear there were flashes of light around her hand where it touched his skin. The attraction between them was so undeniable she was seeing things as a result.
When the backs of his calves hit the side of the bed, he placed his hands on her hips and twisted them both, then he gently pushed her until she fell back against the comforter.
“I get to be in charge for a bit first,” he said.
He dropped to his knees next to the bed.
She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her toward the edge while spreading her legs at the same time, until he was kneeling between them, staring at her sex like a starved man who’d just been served a steak dinner. She gasped and fell back against the blankets and stretched her arms up over her head.
The first touch was his finger, tracing her seam and then circling her nub. She bowed off of the bed and cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and focusing entirely on the sizzling sensation he was creating.
“You are literally sparking for me,” he murmured. “That’s so damn hot.”
Her response was a jumble of sounds she hoped he took for, “Please, more, don’t stop.”
The next touch was different. She felt his hot breath against those sensitive nerve endings a scant second before his tongue scraped against her sex. His fingers tightened on her thigh as he licked between her folds, thrusting into her, a hint of what it would be like when they finally connected in the way man and woman had been meant to since the dawn of time.
She curled her fingers into the blanket and tried to fight off the impending orgasm, only because she wanted to drag this out because, dear God, she’d never felt so utterly free and twisted into knots all at the same time before.
And then he worked two fingers into her while sucking on her nub, and she bucked her hips and let go. Those fireworks were back, bursting into a million shimmering colors behind her eyelids as her body reached nirvana status for long, long moments. He slowed his movements, gently bringing her down from her high.
When her eyes fluttered open, he sat on his haunches on the floor, grinning between her thighs, clearly damned proud of himself. His short beard glistened with her arousal, and she watched as he licked his lips like he’d just dined on a delectable treat and wanted more.
“Oh yes,” she said in a breathy voice, and she felt around on the comforter for the condom.
He plucked it from her fingers and quickly sheathed himself, and then he climbed onto the bed on his back next to her and pulled her to him, rolling her over on top of him. She straddled him.
He curled his arms underneath his head and said, “You can take charge now, if you want.”
She grinned. She wanted.
Wrapping her hand around his erection, she gave it a couple of strokes. The smug look on his face shifted to abject pleasure. His entire body tensed, and he pulled his arms out from under his head so that he could clutch her hips, squeezing gently.
She planned to stroke him until he begged, but, honestly, she wanted to feel him inside her more, so she positioned his erection and then lowered herself onto him, rocking until he filled her completely.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, searching for her rhythm. “I want you to give me another orgasm.”
“I want that too.” He used his hands on her hips to help guide her faster and faster, so fast her breasts were bouncing and the sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room.
“So—good—yes—don’t—stop!” She flattened her hands on his chest, using them for leverage as she worked to keep up with his pace. He gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open as he watched her movements and did not let up.
That fire he’d stoked inside her roared back to life, stronger and brighter than when he’d pleasured her with his tongue and fingers. She kicked up her pace, her body instinctively seeking those precious moments of ecstasy just out of reach.
And then he abruptly changed his rhythm, slowed, and rotated his hips before thrusting hard while pulling her down onto him. She climaxed, her body convulsing while the room seemed to brighten for a few moments until he pumped a handful of times and followed her over the edge.
Gasping for breath, her body still feeling like a human sparkler, she rolled off of him and lay on her back next to him. She could see his chest rising and falling in almost perfect symmetry with her own. Fast symmetry, for the record.
