While this was my first time, I couldn’t finish until she’d had at least one orgasm. Multiple would be even better.
She stared at me with awe and fascination, while my cock probed deep inside her. It twitched, and the end spread to release the extra, vibrating bulb that would massage her walls as we fucked.
All dragons had them.
She tilted her head, as if she sought inward. “What’s…What’s that?”
“Something special, just for you.”
Her eager grin rushed through me like a caress. “Then I think you should use it, don’t you?”
“Hell, yeah,” I groaned. More than anything, I wanted to lift her up and plunge her back down onto me again. Even more, I ached to lower her to the ground, lift her legs to my shoulders, and slap my body against hers until we both exploded.
“We do fit,” she said in awe, wiggling as if to test the feel. “And that…extra touching thing, That motion. Mmm.” She closed her eyes and shifted, positioning my tip in just the right spot. “Fuck. This is beyond wonderful, dream man.”
Hell. Jenny was beyond wonderful.
How could I have doubted the Lifegiver’s blessing?
Jenny lifted herself, her soft folds caressing me, sucking me, driving me insane. The tip of my engorged cock slid to her opening, vibrating all the while, but especially on her clit. With a gasp, she dropped back down, taking all of me inside again.
“Oh, hell,” she said. “This is the most awesome thing in the world.” She rose. Dropped back down. Her head tipped back, revealing her neck, and as she moaned and panted, she gyrated on my dick. “Damn, that feels so freakin’ good.”
My groan was my only response, because I was beyond talking. Beyond thinking. Trying to hold on.
I swore, my eyeballs bulged from the overwhelmingly awesome feeling.
I dragged my eyes from the outright pleasure shining on her face and stared toward the waterfall. Focused on the gleaming water. The rocks. The mica walls. If I watched Jenny any longer, I wouldn’t even have to think about it. I’d burst inside her in seconds.
Up and down, Jenny rode me. Faster. Moaning about my cock. The vibration. My muscles and scales. And how wonderful my hoo-ha felt. Whatever that was. Her hands held onto my shoulders for purchase, and her generous breasts jiggled with each plunge downward.
I cupped one breast and stroked the pebbly nipple, until it doubled in size and grew rosy. Pinching her clit, I rubbed harder, drawing out her sighs. Her gasps. Tiny shrieks that burst from her lips.
She ground against me, her body tensing as she drew near the cliffs.
“Yes, yes,” she mewed. Her eyes slid closed, and she reached for the peak.
I pressed my fingers against her clit, rubbing faster. Holding myself back with everything inside me.
Fuck, this was the best challenge in my life.
She jolted, and her breath whooshed out.
As she ground against me and shrieked, her moist channel spasmed around my cock. She moaned long and low, then collapsed in my arms.
I couldn’t help it.
My body gave in, and I thrust my hips upward, plunging as far into her as I could go, driving myself deeper and deeper. Until a dam burst inside me and I shot my seed deep. I gave my mate everything I had, until I was spent. A quaking mess.
Totally hers.
We collapsed into each other, holding close. Breathing fast.
“Oh, hell. Oh, hell,” she whispered, her forehead resting on my shoulder. The pulse of her heartbeat slowed while my cock twitched inside her passage, somehow eager already for more.
“That was unbelievably fantastic.” She lifted her body up and off mine, creating a sharp pulling sound.
My cock glistened with her wetness, half flaccid, yet still straining to reach her all over again. It missed her movement already.
Her eyes gleamed, and she lifted one eyebrow. Her tongue peeked from her lips as her gaze hovered on the part of me that still reached for her. “Are you suggesting there’s more to this dream than just once?”
I grinned and took her hand, tugging her back down onto my lap. “There’s always more.”
Chapter Seven
Jenny
“Next time, I want it faster,” I said with a pout. I smiled down at him as my body tingled, coming down from the best orgasm I’d had in my life.
“I can do faster,” he said, his voice grating with raw eagerness. It trilled through me like smoldering embers. “I’ll do whatever pleases you.”
Talk about wonderful.
Why couldn’t normal guys be like this? “And can it be deeper, too?”
His low, chesty growl arced through me. “I’m yours to command.”
“Of course, you are. You’re my fantasy man.”
When I rose and held out my hand, he took it. A devilish smile filled his face as I backed down into the pool, pulling him along with me.
We were soon submerged in the warm water.
Drifting around him, I trailed my fingertips along his sculpted upper back—also adorned with faint scales that were rigid but not sharp, his broad neck, his stubbly face.
When I built a fantasy man, I didn’t go halfway. He was utterly perfect.
I swam around until I faced him, my palms holding on to his shoulders. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I pressed near. God, I needed to feel his rising steel inside me again.
“Wait,” I said as he nudged himself toward my soft folds.
His hips stilled.
I smirked and teased his cock with my fingertips. “You did say you’re mine to command, right?”
He trailed kisses along my jaw to my ear, where his low growl tickled across my skin. “I am going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
“That will do nicely. But first…” I unlooped my legs from around his body and dropped to my feet on the soft, sandy bottom. Taking his hand, I pulled him from the water. I pointed to the mossy area surrounding the pool. “Sit.”
Eyes hooded and flashing a deep, ebony blue, he did as I asked, dropping to his butt, his legs spreading wide.
His cock. God, his gorgeous cock. It stood at attention, straining toward me.
I wanted to taste it.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, moving forward until I could cup him. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought of taking him, of sucking him dry. Would he let me? Or would he pull out like some guys did, as if they were afraid coming in a girl’s mouth meant they bound themselves to her for life?
Part of me wouldn’t mind being bound to this man for life.
Crazy of me, but I was falling for a dream man. I’d wake in the morning, and mourn his loss forever.
Leaning close, I breathed on him, like he’d done with me. His cock twitched and grew even stiffer. Ha. Two could play this breathing game.
When I took his tip inside my mouth, he growled. He fisted my hair and arched his back.
As I slid my tongue across the top and down the length, over and over, I looked up at him. I watched the strain build on his face as I milked him with my lips, teeth, and tongue. Gulping him down as far as I could.
He thrust toward me, his eyes merely slits. Tendons stood out sharp on his neck, and his shoulders muscles bunched as his pleasure built. His hips pumped, driving him deeper, into my throat.
I was glad I could do this for him, give him what he needed.
When he shuddered and gasped and came, I swallowed him down.
~*~
After a few more rounds with my dream man, my body felt like well-used mush. Glorious, well-used mush.
I could appreciate a man with stamina, but this guy would wear me out.
Rising to a sitting position, I stared down at where he lay on the mossy rock on his back. He smiled and tickled my thigh.
A light breeze skipped through the large cave chamber, carrying a flowery perfume on the wind. The chilly air made tiny goosebumps prickle along my skin. I settled close to Drek again, sucking in his warmth.
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nbsp; “This isn’t actually a dream, is it?” I said, tracing my fingertip around his nipple, which peaked all over again. I’d tasted it a few times and planned to do so again.
His palm slid along my hip, and he nudged me partway up onto his chest, perhaps so he could see my face. “It’s real.”
My face overheated.
It was silly that I’d kept the fantasy idea going so long, but maybe pretending let me finally be the bold woman I’d always wanted to be. “Okay, so…I don’t usually…Well, I’ve never slept with a guy I just met before.”
Let alone fallen through a cave and landed in a guy’s lap while wearing nothing below my waist.
“We mated,” he said with blatant satisfaction. Well-earned satisfaction, so I didn’t tease him about his cockiness.
We sure had mated. Five times.
“It’s natural for us to want each other,” he said, his fingers tickling down my spine. “We’re bonded mates.”
“Is ‘mate’ like that Aussie thing? As in, we’re buddies?” But we barely knew each other. So, while we might not quite be friends yet, we were taking advantage of the full benefits.
And what benefits. Holy moly. That tingle between my legs told me I wanted to “mate” again.
As soon as I caught my wind.
This guy was hot. And incredibly talented with his fingers and mouth. Let alone everything below the waist.
How in hell had a guy been born with a vibrating dick? And, if other guys had them, why wasn’t this common knowledge?
He’d been holding out on womankind.
Since my body could only take so much of his hugeness before I’d be sore, I looked around to distract myself. I peered over my shoulder, taking in the large, dark channel that extended away from this cavern, and wondered where the tunnel led. High overhead, some sort of lights had been recessed into the ceiling, like tiny light blue stars. And sharp, vine-covered rock lined the rest of the walls. But the centerpiece was the waterfall, gleaming iridescent, with a shiny wall behind it, reflecting the light.
“Is that stone?” I asked, pointing.
“Mica.”
“Where are we, anyway?” I frowned. “I fell into a hole in the back of a cave and kept on sliding forever.”
“Ah,” he said, his voice deepening as if with concern. “You’re a surface dweller.”
“I suppose you could call me that.” Sounded like a flea on a dog, but I’d roll with it for now.
“It’s…dangerous for me to be with you, but—” His chin solidified to granite. “—I’ll fight to the death to keep you.”
And that was a bit…weird. Especially the surface dweller bit, let along fighting to the death. But as long as he didn’t get too controlling, I could handle a smidge of possessive behavior.
“I never knew a place like this existed,” I said. “I mean, it’s light enough to see here, and there are plants. Flowers. The falls. It’s like an underground oasis.”
“The lights come from the insects on the ceiling.” He waved to the spattering of tiny, bright blue-green circles I’d thought were twinkle lights of some sort.
Glowing insects. Mica wall. A waterfall. How come the world didn’t talk about this place? I’d heard nothing about it. But then, I didn’t get out much. Maybe it had been here all the time, but I’d just never heard of it.
Since the room wasn’t filled with tourists, it must be undiscovered.
“The falls and pool have been here since before time,” he said.
Formed when the Earth was, no doubt. But, as yet, unexplored. Well, other than by me and my fictitious dream man.
“My people found this world ages ago,” he said.
People? I shrugged, trying to roll with this, too, although it was a tad harder. Who was this guy?
“Our magical guards protect the realm from intruders,” he said. “Making it impossible for your people to find us.”
I ignored the intruder part of this. Let alone your people, which implied they weren’t like his people.
“Magical realm, huh?” Maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d hit their head. I rubbed the bump, but fortunately, it barely stung.
Now that I thought about my fall through the ground, I realized I was lucky I hadn’t been hurt more seriously.
“No one on the surface can know we exist,” he said. “The guards are in place to protect us. To ensure we avoid detection.”
“How do you explain me, then?” I said, playing along with what had to be him teasing. While his face was serious, he didn’t truly believe all this crap, did he? Magical guards. Intruders. Surface dwellers. My people versus his. “There’s a flaw in your story. I somehow found a way through your magical guards.”
He waved to the chamber in general. “You’re a gift from the Lifegiver.” Rising up, he settled on his bent knees beside my hip. “I came here to gain a blessing to begin my mate hunt, but the Lifegiver brought you to me before I could leave the chamber.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. What a complex story. Like something I’d find in a video game.
Ah-ha. That must be it. He was role playing. The scales along his shoulders and upper back were just make-up that didn’t wash off without some sort of chemical.
It was a great costume.
He took my hand. “Allow me to bathe you.”
“We can just take a dip under the falls.” My insides were heating already at the possibilities brought on by me, a turquoise pool, and Drek. So much for worrying about him wearing me out. At this rate, I might actually wear him out.
He stilled my forward motion toward the water with a tap on my arm. “Allow me to do this for you.” Gently, he eased me onto my back on the ground beside the water. “It is my role to care for you always.”
I smirked. “You already took care of me.” Multiple times. Why then, was I dripping for him again already? I’d never been insatiable before, but with Drek, it was becoming a way of life.
I could get used to this.
He bent forward and scooped up some water, and then trickled it onto my breasts, while I lay on my back, watching his intent face. He massaged my breasts, like he’d poured on lotion and needed to rub it in good. As I gasped and writhed, he pinched my nipples, then repeated the movement with more water. More massage. More pinching.
The gleam in his eyes growing.
I had said he was cocky.
Lava flowed through me, spreading its liquid heat. Heat that centered at my core.
With each of my soft moans, his lips curled up further on one side.
“See? It’s only right that I take care of you,” he said with confidence shouting out in his voice. “Whenever you have needs.”
I had needs, all right.
His next handful of water was drizzled along my belly. Then, between my legs.
I spread them to make this easier for him. To wash me, that is. No reason to make the guy work harder.
Other parts of him were looking ready to work a little harder, though, becoming forged granite.
I could definitely get use to being around Drek.
Leaning forward between my legs, he parted the lips and trickled water down my slit. His eyes closed, and he breathed on me.
Flames licked along my clit and sent arcs of lightning through me. My entire body jolted, and I couldn’t breathe. I shoved my pussy toward his face and whimpered.
Sweat beaded on my upper lip, and my mouth flashed dry.
“That…that…breathing thing,” I gasped out.
“You like it.” Complete satisfaction came through in his husky tone.
Hell, if he did it a few more times, I’d explode.
“It’s my way of claiming you.” More water dripped from his fingers. A big grin on his face, he tucked two fingers inside me, filling me. Pulling them out, he flicked my clit, before plunging his fingers back inside me again.
When he tweaked my G-Spot, I wiggled my hips and moaned. This was awesome—even more than awesome—but I needed a little vibration deep inside.
And I knew just where to find it.
“I want you,” I said, my voice crackling with need.
He stood and held out his hand. “Come, then. We will go to my lair where we will mate for weeks.”
Weeks?
My eyes widened, but his face was completely serious.
While I was all about this mating business, I had obligations…On the surface. A home. Friends. A goldfish to feed.
But I took his hand, and he pulled me up to my feet. “Can’t we just stay here long enough for a quickie?” After, I could figure out how I’d scale the falls, get back home.
Drag him along with me.
Or maybe he knew another way out. One that didn’t require any physical activity beyond a leisurely stroll.
“When we mate next, it will not be a quickie. It will be a longie.” His smile revealed even, white teeth. Perfect, like everything else about him. “I will make our longie last for hours.”
Whoa.
Gulping, I stared at his chiseled face, his thick black hair brushing his broad shoulders, and slid my gaze down to his narrow waist. Muscles rippled all over his body, like he might work out for a living.
How had I lucked into this gig?
He wasn’t just a gorgeous package. He possessed kindness and an eagerness to fulfill my every desire.
Did this man possess even one flaw?
“Once we reach my lair,” he said, tugging me up, away from the shore. “We will mate many more times.”
Hold on. What did he mean by lair?
Was he talking about a cave somewhere that he used when he needed to escape from the everyday grind? In real life—back on the ‘surface’—he might be a businessman. Or a barista. Someone who enjoyed role playing on the side. Pretending he was an…underground dweller. I snickered.
And to make it authentic, he walked around naked.
It wasn’t that far-fetched an idea.
I could go along with his game for a while. Because the view was well worth ignoring anything weird about the whole situation.
After all, I had no other plans this evening other than hanging out with the girls.
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