Page 44 of Water Dragon
“Come here,” he murmured.
She complied, walking up to him so that he could reach for her, sliding his hands up her strong thighs. The curve of her ass was enticing, but what he wanted was to taste her. He still didn’t know quite what he was doing, all he could do was follow the trail his desire made for him. Right now, it was leading him to part her legs. So, he grasped her left thigh and made her drape it over his shoulder while leaning forward, into the heat of her. He used his fingers to part her folds, and then parted his lips.
When his tongue licked along her and he hit the same spot he had found with his fingers earlier, her hands buried themselves in his hair, and she groaned. It was enough to tell him he was doing something right. He did the motion again, ending on the same spot, and as she was already beginning to pant, he barely needed her confirmation. It was still sweet when she gave it to him.
“There,” she whispered. “There.”
He abandoned licking along the folds and focused on the spot, pressing his tongue against it until her hands were on his shoulders and she was bent over him, making noises of assent. He had to grab her ass to keep her in place.
She said his name again and again, and he felt her body tighten. The pleasure was peaking, rolling through her, and he pulled away once she had stilled. His cock was straining, and he thought of her tongue on him, licking him the way he had just licked pleasure into her.
As though she had the same thought, she pushed him to sit back again. Her eyes were on his crotch, her teeth biting her lower lip as she reached out, her focus absolute. He smiled then. She seemed to be taking this very seriously.
She noticed, giving him a look, but then smiled as well.
He undid the lacing of the breeches as she watched, then freed himself. His cock was warm and heavy in his hand and the thought of her mouth around it made the ache intensify.
Would she?
She touched him first, unused fingers appraising the silky skin along the shaft all the way up to the head, which was glistening wet with expectancy. She seemed to want to taste him as much as he had her, because once she leaned forward, there was no more hesitancy in her. She dragged her lips up the length of him, her eyes closed as she opened her mouth and then suckled the head of his cock in a way that made his eyes roll back and had him buck his hips without being able to stop himself.
The urge to thrust into her mouth was overcoming him, but he forced himself to settle down, digging his fingers into the fabric of the cloak beneath his ass, watching her. She grasped the shaft with both hands, mouth still closed around the head, and then slowly took him deeper.
When she moaned softly, he thought he would lose control of himself, so he reached for her, grabbing her lower arms, tugging her up so that he could get her mouth on his.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked when he shifted so that she could straddle him.
He shook his head no but couldn’t speak. He needed her around him. He needed to be inside her. He needed some relief from the tearing ache in his cock, and he couldn’t see himself fucking into her mouth until he spilled himself down her throat.
No. It would be too much.
He lined himself up and she was right there with him, knowing exactly what he needed, and so she sunk down onto him. This time, it was done with a soft exhalation, as if there was pleasure in the ease of it. This time, there was little resistance, unlike their first. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as he bucked his hips again. He didn’t want it to be rough, but he was about to explode. He needed friction, her heat around him, the slick approval she was giving of having him inside her.
She was gasping, hands trapped between them, splayed against his chest as his hips picked up their pace, and he thrust harder. She started moaning so loudly that he moved one hand to her mouth, pressing it over the sounds to keep them from drifting outside of the tent.
He was deeper inside of her, both of them already dripping with sweat as the tent was still hot from the day, and he released her as he was getting closer to his orgasm. Opening his eyes, he watched her breasts bounce invitingly as she leaned back, hands on his knees, meeting his thrusts with her mouth open and her groans suppressed. Even though keeping quiet was almost making it better, his held breath making his head feel light until he released inside her. Her walls clenched around him.
She leaned forward again, resting, chest heaving against his cheek as his arms went back around her in a softer embrace than before.
She slid her fingers through his hair, a tender expression in her eyes that he would never get enough of.
“Why did we never do this before?” he asked.
She huffed a laugh. “Because we’re fools,” she offered. “We’ve already established that.”
“How long had you wanted to… do this?” he asked.
“Not long,” she admitted. “Fool, remember?”
It was his turn to laugh, sliding a hand up to her neck, bringing her face to his so that he could kiss her again softly.
“You feel so very nice,” he mumbled against her mouth.
“You make me feel so very nice,” she smiled, rolling her hips against him. “I want to stand up,” she whispered.
He furrowed his brow at her, but she just smiled, getting to her feet and turning around. She leaned forward, hands grasping at the fabric of the inner tent. At the view she was giving him, he hardened quickly.
Getting to his feet, he walked over to join her where she was so patiently waiting.
