Page 68 of Just Come Over
He held her harder, his hand pressing her down, and she came. And came. And came. She burned to nothing. He plunged into her as the dragon took her in his claws and shook her senseless, and then he was groaning, gasping, driving all the way to the heart of her, pinning her down.
Shaking. Shuddering. Up in flames.
Somewhere, some bloke was having sex and getting up again like bouncing out of the tackle. That bloke wasn’t Rhys. He was lying over Zora, the fingers of one hand wrapped through hers where her hands were stretched above her head, his body still pressing her into the mattress. He was still inside her, too, and he needed to get out, because he couldn’t get her pregnant.
The thought sent a thrill through him like skidding on black ice, and it shocked him out of his immobility. He rolled off her body, got rid of the condom, and got his sense back in a rush.
She was still face-down. He lay down beside her, got his arm around her, kissed the back of her head, and said, “Hey. All right?”
“Mm.” She rolled over, finally, but not toward him. Away from him. She straightened her legs, sighed, and said, “I should have cramp.”
He laughed. It might have been relief. “And you don’t?” He ran his hand down her back, over her gloriously round bum, and then focused there, because that wasnice.
“No. Mm. That feels so good. Why does it all feel so good? It’s like you light me up. I feel like I could come again right now. Like I could do it all night long.” A thought that sent a thrill straight through his body. That she’d think it, and that she’d share it. He was such a lucky man.
He’d seen her right all along. The sweet exterior, and the wanton she was underneath it. He wanted to peel away those layers. He wanted to strip her down.
As if she could hear his thoughts, she said, “You held me down.”
“I did. Bit you as well.” He brushed the hair away from her nape and kissed her there, softly this time. “Having to hold still helps you keep your focus on what you’re feeling and not on whether you’re doing it right. It worked for me too, though, no worries. So did holding you down.” He sighed. “Oh, yeh. That was nice. You are one gorgeous fuck.”
This time, she rolled over to face him, and she was laughing. “Excuse me?”
“Shit. Sorry.” He rolled onto his back, threw his forearm over his eyes, and laughed. “I didn’t say ‘pussy,’ at least. Been reminding myself of that for weeks now.”
“Except that you just did.”
“Guilty. It may have been a while since I’ve minded my manners.”
She was over him, now, draping herself over his chest and kissing his mouth, so he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and helped her do it. “I’d say, boy,” she told him, “that it’s been a lifetime since you minded your manners. I’m not sure you know how. Dragon. And you just told me you coached me through sex.”
“Oi.” He couldn’t stop smiling. “Coached you pretty well, I’d say. It worked.”
“You did.” She kissed him again. “It had been a while, you know? I wasn’t sure I could... How did you know what I was feeling, though?”
“Dunno. I just do. Some people know how to fly jets in combat or do nuclear physics. I know how to read bodies. And it made sense. Nobody’s in their best form after three years out of the game. Training alone only gets you so far.”
He smiled, and she laughed, but said, “It’s so awkward to think about, I reckon you have to laugh. Feels like a taboo. It always has. Why is it such a thrill to break it? What does that say about the kind of woman I am?” She stroked a hand over his shoulder, down his arm, and kissed him there, her lips brushing over the design of his tattoo like she’d always wanted to do it. Then she moved on to his neck, and if he lit her up? She set him on fire. “Can we just stay with the thrill for tonight?”
“We can.” He kept his hand moving down her back, over her backside, then back up again. Nice and slow. “Must be why that dinner was so bloody hot. I did well, though, I thought. Didn’t start sharing my fantasies or anything, and it was tempting.”
“Which would those be?”
He sighed. “How much time do you have?”
She smiled as seductively as any woman could possibly have done, bathing on the roof and watched by the wrong man. The powerful man, and that was him. All of it as taboo as you like, which only made it hotter. And then she kissed his neck some more and said, “All right. Now you have to tell one.”
“The one I keep coming back to,” he said, “is pretty basic. Just you on your knees. Naked. And I’m dressed. Why is that so bloody hot? I tried not to think it for years and thought it anyway, and now, it won’t leave. Or possibly you turned nose-to-tail with me, so I can eat your gorgeous pussy—oops, sorry—at the same time. Yeh. That’s been a feature. I’m still dressed, though, and you’re still naked. Dunno why. That might not work in reality, as you’re so tiny, but I could have thought almost as much about eating you as I have about holding your head in my hands while I push myself all the way down your throat. It’s a close call, though. I could have a bit of a thing for your mouth. Possibly since the first night I met you. And now that I’ve seen everything, I’ve got a thing for more than that. We’re going to need some pillows. The things I want you to do...”
“Oh, God.” She buried her face in his neck. “I’m going to have to ask Hayden for his help after all.”
He got up onto his elbows and stared at her. “Exactly how? And exactlynot.”
Her shoulders were shaking with laughter. “Tonight. I was asking him for advice about what to wear to go out with you, and he thought I was asking him how to give a good blow job. Well, he didn’t really think so. He just said he did. But I don’t know how to, ah... deal with your... size. So maybe...”
“No,” he said. “Absolutely not. Hayden is not coaching you. That’s my job. It’s exactly my job. And you see—” He smiled. He felt like he could keep smiling forever. “I’m the perfect man for the position.”
She’d used his toothbrush. She’d slept naked in his bed, and she hadn’t even wondered if he still wanted her there. And when she’d rolled over in her sleep and had stirred into almost-wakefulness at the alien sensation of a warm, hard body beside her? He’d pulled her in, rolled over her, and kissed her mouth until she was sighing. He’d kissed a slow path down her body, then, feeling his way, and showed her that he knew exactly how to please her. Gentle, slow, and almost lazy, and she’d lain there with her eyes closed, his palms against her inner thighs and his mouth devouring her, the dragon melting her by slow, sweet degrees, until she’d drifted into the sweetest half-dreaming orgasm that had ever dissolved a woman’s bones. After that, he’d rolled her over and taken her from behind again, lying flat this time, a pillow under her hips, her arms over her head, and the rest of her doing no work at all. He’d petted and pleasured and filled her until she’d gone over the edge again, with no worry at all that she couldn’t get there, or that she couldn’t do it right. All she had to do was take it.
