Page 39 of Dragon's Flame
Kenna gave a soft laugh. “So she was a good teacher?”
“I think so,” he said, bringing the fingers of one hand to his mouth to lick, before plucking at her nipples. She gasped, eyes wide, but didn’t buck. “She taught me many things,” he promised, bringing his thumb to his mouth to suck next, before sinking it between her legs.
That did make her rear—but he caught her ass with his other hand and held her there as he rubbed her.
“She liked to come three or four times before I did,” he told her, and saw her shyly look up.
“And you didn’t mind it?” she wondered aloud.
“I loved to feel it,” he said, bringing his thumb back to his mouth, getting more spit to rub faster. Her taste made him groan, as he regained the right spot. “Same as I will love to feel you.”
One of her hands planted on her chest, while the other grabbed his arm. A floodgate had opened somewhere inside her, and he didn’t have to worry about her being slick anymore—and her scent—it smelled like coming home.
There was a story he wanted to read written on her skin, and so much more to learn of her inside her bright, inquisitive mind, but for now, he knew enough as she made quiet noises and her breath caught.
“Tarian,” she whispered.
Her hand on his arm curled as if to keep him there, while she leaned into his chest with the other, moving her hips to rubhim back. Her thighs were tight, her jaw was dropped, and the sounds she made began to arc up and come louder—but even more than all of that, he felt their bond unraveling between them—only so it could pull her tighter.
“Tarian,” she whined, a call he longed to answer.
“I am here,” he told her, biting back an eager snarl. “Let yourself go.”
“I—I—” she panted, but whatever she would say next went unspoken, as she rocked into him, hard, with a wordless scream.
He felt things flutter inside her, and she pressed both hands onto his stomach, to brace, to grind. She moaned, riding into him, and he kept rubbing her, until she lightly shifted away from him, and he knew that she was finished.
“One,” he told her, and she looked up at him, wide-eyed and breathing roughly.
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KENNA
Kenna had never been threatened with multiple orgasms before—and in fact, if some guy her own age had tried to, she probably wouldn’t have believed him.
But as Tarian took his hand away from her and brought his thumb back to his mouth to lick, Kenna had the feeling he meant exactly what he said.
“Wait,” she said, resting a hand on his chest.
“Did you like that?” he asked—and this time he wasn’t being earnest, he was being wickedly amused, she could see it in his eyes.
“Yes. Obviously. But,” she said, sitting slowly back—she could feel him filling everywhere inside her, and now that she’d come, it was like they fit, which was good, because she was pretty sure what she was going to say next was going to get her into trouble. “Have you...not come...for eight hundred years?” She watched his mood change, and knew the truth without him saying things. “Did you even masturbate?” she asked, and it was his turn to look away, embarrassed.
“There seemed no point.”
“That sounds awful.”
“Because it was,” he said, lost in his own thoughts.
She grabbed for his perfect, chiseled chin, and brought it back to face her, pressing the tips of two fingers against his lips, until he let them in his mouth. “Then when I make you come, are you going to drown me?” she asked, attempting to sound helpless and innocent while her hips were anything but, working against his hard on.
His brow furrowed, but then he caught her point, as she pulled her fingers out and sent them back to where his thumb had been.
“Let’s find out,” he growled, wrapping a hand around each of her thighs to pull her forward—and then make her land on him.
She gasped with surprise—but then the friction was good enough to make her moan.
“Yes,” Tarian agreed, in a low purr. He did it again and again, working with her, then working against her, taking her deep—but the problem was, she was human, and rocking on sand hurt her knees.
