Page 33 of Water Dragon
Her hands clutched at his shoulders and when the shudder of pleasure ran through her, her clutch hardened.
She stilled. Then her eyes met his, her hair framing her face as most of it had come loose from her braid. She paused for a mere moment, then reached for the lacing on the front of her dress.
He couldn’t breathe, watching her undo them, his hand idle around his unresolved hardness, half-forgotten. Then she slipped the dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts, her gaze still locked with his. It was an invitation for him to take all of her if he wanted to. She looked a little insecure, reflecting his own inner turmoil, and it made him love her more. Her vulnerability was intoxicating.
He allowed his eyes to drift to her exposed skin, lingering on her hard nipples, his cock eager in his hand but he didn’t stroke it. Instead, he moved his gaze to her face, letting it roam over her cheeks, forehead, eyebrows, nose, and lingering on her mouth before raising his eyes to meet hers.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured.
That brought her hands to either side of his face again, a smile on her mouth that made his hearts flutter. They never spoke like this. And when she kissed him again, he had to admit they never behaved like this at all. It made him smile against her mouth. He wanted his lips on the soft skin between her breasts, and so he placed them there, sliding them to her right nipple and suckling it until she was gasping.
He had untied her undergarments and slipped his fingers against the hair between her legs, feeling wetness there, knowing it was excitement.
He wanted to feel her heat around him more than anything, but he still wasn’t sure she was ready. The slipperiness of her was going to his head, his cock straining. He pumped his hand around it to give himself some relief, but before he could think what his next move should be, she was moving herself into position above him. Her hands were clasping his head, his face against her breasts when the tip of him nudged her opening. She was a trembling, sweaty mess, but so was he, and when she slowly lowered herself down, they both held their breath.
He was big. She went slow. Taking first the tip, soft gasps in his ear, then half an inch more, a groan leaving her, another half an inch and she was making incoherent noises that could have been curses interspersed with gasps. Her tightness was making his head feel light, his hands on her ass to support her, though he barely remembered placing them there.
Deeper. He wanted to be fully immersed in her, wanted to feel her ass cheeks against his thighs. He might have cursed as well and then it was as though her body accepted him, and she sunk down all the way to the hilt with a soft shout of surprise.
He was lost in sensations then, clutching at her as she began to grind her hips down and around him until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.
It didn’t last long, he was aware of that much, but it didn’t need to since they trembled their way into orgasm almost at the same moment. He got there just a breath before her and felt almost as though his sounds of pleasure brought her over the edge again. There was something satisfactory in that thought.
She was still half-dressed, he realized. His face against her chest, his hands clasping her bare back. Her hands buried in his hair, chin against the top of his head. Slowly, they released each other.
When they looked at one another, it was with quiet surprise and a hint of awe.
It had happened so quickly. One moment, she had been tending him and the next…
All he could think was that he wanted to do it again. And again, and again. A whole night of again, and again.
He could tell she was unsure of what it meant, but her fingers were playing with his hair before sliding down to his chest, resting there. She moved a little so that he could slip out of her, but then she stayed seated on his lap. When she moved her arms to press them over her breasts, he stopped her.
There could be no more modesty between them.
There was no more need for it.
“I’ve been a fool,” he said simply.
She frowned a little, but then a small smile began to play at the corners of her mouth.
Hope.
So, he had read her right then when she blustered over Lady Shannon. It had been jealousy, and this intimacy… It had not been some momentary lapse in judgment, desire run rampant between them. No, she felt the same as he did.
“I am to choose my queen from any class. High or low, it doesn’t matter,” he said, the frown back to crease her forehead. “I didn’t know how to tell you because I didn’t know how it should matter. Lady Shannon always seemed the obvious choice to me. But I’m telling you I’ve been a fool because the truth is that I didn’t tell you because… I knew it should be you. I’ve known it for longer than I’ve been aware of knowing it. And I was scared of you rejecting this life you would have to live.”
She smiled crookedly. “And yet, you conspired to make me a courtier?” she asked.
“Well, I see now how, if you had refused me, then I would have known without ever having to ask you outright,” he said.
“Ah,” she nodded. “You would have known that I would also refuse to be your queen?” she asked, and he could hear how stupid it all sounded, but he nodded. She shook her head at him. “Because I would not wish this life for myself?” she asked and, again, he nodded; this time slower. “Because I do not love you?” she asked. This time he couldn’t nod, merely stare up at her. “We’ve both been fools,” she said, bringing her lips to his in a searing kiss.
His cock was aching for her already, and he tipped her onto her back, her legs spreading willingly, and he didn’t hesitate. He sunk himself slowly into her, inch by inch while she murmured his name in his ear, squirming and gasping until they found a rhythm together. Slow and steady. Filled up by the other.
“Be my queen,” he mumbled in her ear.
She huffed a laugh, then groaned, arching her back.
