Dragon Storm
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“I’m a girl. I’m supposed to be soft.” I leaned forward and bit his shoulder, gently. “What sort of thing did you want to do?”
“I want to show you that there’s no reason to fear trying new things,” he answered, giving me a slow smile that I felt right down to my toenails. “I won’t do anything that you don’t like.”
I had been leaning in to lick one of his pert little nipples, but stopped to slant a glance upward at him. “Do I need a safe word? Are you going Fifty Shades of Grey on me? Because I’ll tell you right here and now that I do not find that sort of thing at all sexy.”
“Nor do I. I am not talking about controlling you, Bee. I simply want to share some of my pleasures with you.” He leaned in and kissed me, his mouth sweet and hot and so enticing that I squelched my inhibitions. “Tell me that you trust me.”
“Trust was never an issue,” I said, sidestepping the question. Instead, I peeled off his belt and put my hand on his fly. Behind it, he twitched. “All right, you can try one thing. Just one. And if I don’t like it, I will tell you and you have to stop.”
“I agree to your terms,” he said, his mouth moving down to my chest. I shivered again when he removed my bra, leaving me in nothing but a pair of underwear that was fast making me feel like I had too much on. “Tell me what you like, my little honey bee.”
I smiled at the term of endearment, arching my back when his mouth took possession of one breast. “Oh, I like that. Do the other one.”
“It shall be as you order. You see? I am letting you dominate me without complaint. That is because I am the most obliging of lovers.”
“You’re something, all right,” I said, laughing and unzipping his pants. I didn’t even look as I slid them down over his hips. “Luckily, I like quirky men with odd sexual tastes who can turn into dragons at the drop of a hat. Wait—that’s not what you’re planning on doing, are you? Because I hate to be sexist… no, I guess that would be specist… but I don’t get into the whole sex with a dragon thing. Dragon form, that is. Oh, you know what I mean.”
He looked hurt for a few seconds, actually looked hurt, which would have been bad on its own, but he stopped molesting my breasts in order to do so. They immediately complained about the lack of attention. “You do not like my dragon form?”
“I haven’t seen your dragon form. I’m sure it’s quite nice, but I really don’t want to have sex with… with… well, balls. If I say animal, that’s offensive, because you’re not an animal. Let’s just say that I’m not comfortable getting it on with you if you’re not in human form.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. “I believe we’ll leave that discussion for another time, when I can show you just how interesting dragon form can make things. For now, I promise not to shift forms. I will, however, have to prepare you for what I have in mind.”
“Prepare how?” I asked, suddenly wary.
He smiled again, and after kicking off his pants and shoes, dropped to his knees, his hands sliding up the backs of my thighs before pulling off my undies. “I’ll show you.”
“Oh, yes please.” I clutched the wall when he pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, and turned his face into my thigh. He had a slight amount of stubble, not enough to give me whisker rash, but enough to create a delicious friction prickling along my flesh. I squirmed in anticipation when he moved upward, his breath hot on my various hidden secrets.
I managed to stand there without melting into the wall while he worked magic on my girl parts, his fingers teasing and dancing against me, his mouth doing wickedly wonderful things, but when he blew fire on me, I lost the tenuous grasp of control, and grabbed his head, urging him on.
He pulled back, asking, “Are you multi-orgasmic?”
I stared down at him, my brain trying to come to grips with the fact that he stopped his wonderful mouth magic. His lips were moving again, making noises that I knew must be words, but at that moment, dangling as I was over the precipice of an orgasm to end all orgasms, I couldn’t decipher what he said. Instead, I whimpered, hoping against hope that he’d take pity on me and finish the job.
“Needy, are you?”
Those words filtered through the fog of lust and desire and yes, need that clogged up my brain.
I nodded, digging my fingers into his hair to tug his head back where I wanted it. He pressed a hot kiss complete with dragon fire to my pubic mound, then stood up, scooping me into his arms at the same time.
“Good. Then you should enjoy this even more.” He carried me to the bed, but rather than laying me upon it, and following me down, he set me on the edge. “Hold onto that demanding look that I see in your eyes, Bee. This will only take a minute to set up.”
The buzz of the near orgasm faded quickly when he moved over to a dresser, and extracted an apparatus of blue silk rope, the middle section of which was long and flat like a cummerbund. I watched him stand on a chair to hang two ends of the rope off a hook in the ceiling, the rest of the device trailing next to me. “Is that a swing, Constantine? A sex swing? I don’t think I’m going to like that—”
“Not a sex swing, no, although that is something to consider for another time,” he said, eyeing the device. He adjusted two sides of it so that the flat part swayed a little above the bed. “I can think of many games we could play with a swing, but for now, we’ll try this.”
Before I could ask just what he had in mind, he pulled me upright, his hands on my butt urging me closer to him. His body was as hard as mine was soft, and I gloried in the difference, moving against him restlessly, hoping he’d use his magic mouth on me again.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his breath hot on mine.
I tangled my fingers in his golden brown mane, and tugged on it. “I want you.”
“And?” His mouth trailed fired as he kissed a path first across my collarbone, and then down to my breasts, his hands nudging my legs apart. I could feel his erection against my belly, and stood on my tiptoes when his fingers found my sensitive parts.
“More,” I said on a gasp, my inner muscles trying to grab desperately at him.
“More what?”
I released his hair and reached between us, stroking the hard length of him. “More of you. Inside me. Pretty damned quickly, too, because I feel like I’m going to explode if you don’t finish what you started.”
“I want to show you that there’s no reason to fear trying new things,” he answered, giving me a slow smile that I felt right down to my toenails. “I won’t do anything that you don’t like.”
I had been leaning in to lick one of his pert little nipples, but stopped to slant a glance upward at him. “Do I need a safe word? Are you going Fifty Shades of Grey on me? Because I’ll tell you right here and now that I do not find that sort of thing at all sexy.”
“Nor do I. I am not talking about controlling you, Bee. I simply want to share some of my pleasures with you.” He leaned in and kissed me, his mouth sweet and hot and so enticing that I squelched my inhibitions. “Tell me that you trust me.”
“Trust was never an issue,” I said, sidestepping the question. Instead, I peeled off his belt and put my hand on his fly. Behind it, he twitched. “All right, you can try one thing. Just one. And if I don’t like it, I will tell you and you have to stop.”
“I agree to your terms,” he said, his mouth moving down to my chest. I shivered again when he removed my bra, leaving me in nothing but a pair of underwear that was fast making me feel like I had too much on. “Tell me what you like, my little honey bee.”
I smiled at the term of endearment, arching my back when his mouth took possession of one breast. “Oh, I like that. Do the other one.”
“It shall be as you order. You see? I am letting you dominate me without complaint. That is because I am the most obliging of lovers.”
“You’re something, all right,” I said, laughing and unzipping his pants. I didn’t even look as I slid them down over his hips. “Luckily, I like quirky men with odd sexual tastes who can turn into dragons at the drop of a hat. Wait—that’s not what you’re planning on doing, are you? Because I hate to be sexist… no, I guess that would be specist… but I don’t get into the whole sex with a dragon thing. Dragon form, that is. Oh, you know what I mean.”
He looked hurt for a few seconds, actually looked hurt, which would have been bad on its own, but he stopped molesting my breasts in order to do so. They immediately complained about the lack of attention. “You do not like my dragon form?”
“I haven’t seen your dragon form. I’m sure it’s quite nice, but I really don’t want to have sex with… with… well, balls. If I say animal, that’s offensive, because you’re not an animal. Let’s just say that I’m not comfortable getting it on with you if you’re not in human form.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. “I believe we’ll leave that discussion for another time, when I can show you just how interesting dragon form can make things. For now, I promise not to shift forms. I will, however, have to prepare you for what I have in mind.”
“Prepare how?” I asked, suddenly wary.
He smiled again, and after kicking off his pants and shoes, dropped to his knees, his hands sliding up the backs of my thighs before pulling off my undies. “I’ll show you.”
“Oh, yes please.” I clutched the wall when he pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, and turned his face into my thigh. He had a slight amount of stubble, not enough to give me whisker rash, but enough to create a delicious friction prickling along my flesh. I squirmed in anticipation when he moved upward, his breath hot on my various hidden secrets.
I managed to stand there without melting into the wall while he worked magic on my girl parts, his fingers teasing and dancing against me, his mouth doing wickedly wonderful things, but when he blew fire on me, I lost the tenuous grasp of control, and grabbed his head, urging him on.
He pulled back, asking, “Are you multi-orgasmic?”
I stared down at him, my brain trying to come to grips with the fact that he stopped his wonderful mouth magic. His lips were moving again, making noises that I knew must be words, but at that moment, dangling as I was over the precipice of an orgasm to end all orgasms, I couldn’t decipher what he said. Instead, I whimpered, hoping against hope that he’d take pity on me and finish the job.
“Needy, are you?”
Those words filtered through the fog of lust and desire and yes, need that clogged up my brain.
I nodded, digging my fingers into his hair to tug his head back where I wanted it. He pressed a hot kiss complete with dragon fire to my pubic mound, then stood up, scooping me into his arms at the same time.
“Good. Then you should enjoy this even more.” He carried me to the bed, but rather than laying me upon it, and following me down, he set me on the edge. “Hold onto that demanding look that I see in your eyes, Bee. This will only take a minute to set up.”
The buzz of the near orgasm faded quickly when he moved over to a dresser, and extracted an apparatus of blue silk rope, the middle section of which was long and flat like a cummerbund. I watched him stand on a chair to hang two ends of the rope off a hook in the ceiling, the rest of the device trailing next to me. “Is that a swing, Constantine? A sex swing? I don’t think I’m going to like that—”
“Not a sex swing, no, although that is something to consider for another time,” he said, eyeing the device. He adjusted two sides of it so that the flat part swayed a little above the bed. “I can think of many games we could play with a swing, but for now, we’ll try this.”
Before I could ask just what he had in mind, he pulled me upright, his hands on my butt urging me closer to him. His body was as hard as mine was soft, and I gloried in the difference, moving against him restlessly, hoping he’d use his magic mouth on me again.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his breath hot on mine.
I tangled my fingers in his golden brown mane, and tugged on it. “I want you.”
“And?” His mouth trailed fired as he kissed a path first across my collarbone, and then down to my breasts, his hands nudging my legs apart. I could feel his erection against my belly, and stood on my tiptoes when his fingers found my sensitive parts.
“More,” I said on a gasp, my inner muscles trying to grab desperately at him.
“More what?”
I released his hair and reached between us, stroking the hard length of him. “More of you. Inside me. Pretty damned quickly, too, because I feel like I’m going to explode if you don’t finish what you started.”
