by Jade White
He really meant it when he said he would not be wearing clothes this weekend. After this latest coupling, Aaron let Macy slip back into the robe, but he stayed breathtakingly nude, leading her from the master suite back through the penthouse and into the kitchen, as spacious and shiny as every other room in the place, where he treated Macy to the sight of him preparing a late breakfast of omelets stark naked. It was the sexiest thing she had ever watched in her life. They ate at the large island countertop of expensive granite in the center of the kitchen, and when they were done, he cleared the counter and filled the dishwasher, then he returned to the counter and tapped on it, saying, “Take off the robe and climb up.” Of course the island counter was more than long and wide enough for two people to lie upon it. Smiling a smile of anticipation, Macy slipped out of the robe and left it on the back of her chair, then climbed naked up onto the counter. The granite felt cold against her skin, but she was well enough that in a few moments she would be feeling nothing but warmth. Sure enough, Aaron spread first her thighs, then the pink and delicate entry to where he most wanted to go, and put his mouth there to help himself to a second breakfast, making Macy squirm on the granite. After bringing her to a shuddering climax with his lips, tongue, and fingers, Aaron climbed up onto the countertop and onto her and moved the most beautiful utensil in the kitchen into her. He took a long time warming up the stone countertop with the heat of humping her. She clung to him and received him, marveling as always at the uncanny quantity and quality of his sex. She felt the roll of thunder through his muscles and the unfolding warmth in her inner reaches that were the signs of Aaron’s latest orgasm, the latest of so many he would yet have with her.
After a time of lying atop her and kissing her deeply, Aaron dismounted and helped her from the counter. Macy decided she would carry the robe instead of putting it on—an idea that Aaron wholeheartedly endorsed—and let her lead him from the kitchen back upstairs.
The personal gym was a large room of polished wood and steel racks filled with free weights, barbells, and kettle bells in an array of sizes, with mats covering the floors and wood and leather benches. One punching bag hung from the ceiling; another was mounted in a space between a couple of the floor mats. One entire wall was taken up with a mirror. The room was obviously designed as much for Aaron’s favorite pastime as it was for keeping himself fit. Her yoga routines were the farthest thing from Macy’s mind at the moment. She sat on one of the leather benches and watched Aaron slip on a jockstrap that was hung on a hook on one wall. She became his audience, watching him work out. Macy tingled all over, watching him pump iron and looking forward to his inevitable pumping of her. When he was finished, he stood up from the angled bench where he’d been doing his crunches for his abs and faced her with a sheen of perspiration that made a sexy, sensuous glow up and down his perfect musculature. With a smile that left no room for doubt of his intentions, Aaron slipped off the jockstrap and tossed it onto the bench, letting the dragon’s dragon hang free once more. He crooked his finger at her. “Come here,” he said.
Macy got up from her bench and went to him, and he led her across the room to the mirror wall. “I’m going to pose for you,” he said. “Then…I want you to touch me. All over. Feel me up and down. Feel my chest and my stomach, and my dick and balls and my ass. Then, I’m going to f..k you again.”
Her eyes lit up both from his commands and where they would lead. She obeyed him, and stood and watched.
Aaron posed for her, and the captivated Macy moved her eyes from his reflection in the mirror wall to the reality in front of her, back and forth, enjoying the best of both worlds. He flexed his biceps and thighs, displayed his pecs and abs, stretched with his arms up and his hands behind his head, and extended his legs. He turned and leaned forward while curling his arms. He put his weight on one foot and bent the other knee up while flexing his arms. He turned around and displayed the hardness of his buttocks and the shredding of his back muscles. Macy was transfixed more and more by the moment, until at last he faced her and said, “Now come here and feel me up the way I said.”
At once, Macy was at him, running her hands up and down his hot, perspiration-slick frame. She took in the musky scent that he gave off in his sweaty state even as her fingers and palms roamed over his muscles. How was it possible for him to become seemingly more perfect by the moment? She turned her attention to what awaited her below his waist, immense as ever and quickly hardening and lengthening. Macy grasped it and stroked it, feeling the raw, sexual power in his organ. She cupped the fullness and succulence of his fleshy man-purse, which was as hot as the rest of him, and knew that soon he would fill her with its contents as he had done so many times already. She reached around to the muscular boulders that were his buttocks, and smiled at the way he flexed them for her hands as he had done for her eyes.
“That’s good,” Aaron said in a low, husky voice. “You love feeling my body and my junk like that, don’t you? You love how my body feels.”
“Yes,” she said, entranced.
“Yeah,” he went on in that same tone. “You want my body, don’t you, Macy? Tell me you want my body.”
“Oh, yes,” she exhaled, licking her lips.
“F..k, yeah, you want me in you again. Tell me you want me in you.”
“Please,” said Macy. “I want you inside me.”
“Yeah. Lie down. Let me get in you again.”
The captive of their mutual desire, Macy first dropped to her knees, then lay down on the matted floor, holding her arms up to him, calling Aaron to her. Tugging at his tool to make it as hard as it could get, he put himself down on the mat with her and once again hitched her legs around him. In a moment of unfolding ecstasy, Macy let Aaron move the pillar of his passion into her and drill her wetness. With every stroke, she felt herself submitting to him more and more. She gloried in the utter perfection of his body. She rejoiced in the way he took her with fast, hard, deep jabs, giving her an athletic screwing on the floor of his gym. He was showing her the purpose for which he had so perfected himself, the ultimate rapture of being penetrated and possessed by a man who was everything sexually that a man should be. In her mind, Macy pictured the way it must be inside her even now, with his titanic tool pumping and sliding in her passage, reaching for her womb. She thought of the hours yet ahead that she would spend under him this way. It may have been Aaron’s birthday yesterday, but Macy felt every bit as if she were the one receiving the gift, the most exquisite gift of all-surpassingly perfect sex.
Aaron thumbed Macy in the place that brought forth an explosion of satisfaction in her, then exploded wetly into her. Drained from both his workout and this latest coupling, he went quickly flaccid and fell onto the mat beside Macy. They lay there, holding hands, staring up at the ceiling, each one smoldering inside from the expression and release of their desire. Having no words for what they both felt, they simply lay together, basking in the feeling.
Eventually, Aaron gathered himself up from the floor mats and towered over Macy, who propped herself up on her elbows, gazing groggily up his body, admiring the thick and dangling pipe of his sex. He reached down for her, she took his hand, and he pulled her up and into his arms and off the floor. She nestled in his arms, inhaling the scent of perspiration and sex from his skin, and let him carry her from the gym back into the master suite and from there back to the master bath. Aaron set her down beside the bathing area and this time ran a warm bath in the sunken tub. While the water ran, he took her tenderly in his arms and captured her mouth and grazed her cheek and neck with long, slow kisses. Macy sighed and cooed, letting Aaron knead her buttocks and tease her bush and petals while he kissed her. “I want your body,” he spoke in a low voice into her ear, “just like you want mine. Your body and mine together: that’s what I wanted the minute I saw you.” He slipped his finger through her petals and into her channel. She issued a long moan at him, approving of his most intimate attention. “Right in there, that’s where I knew I had to be,” s
aid Aaron. And he drew her mouth fully into a deep kiss to underscore his feelings.
With the bath full, Aaron held Macy’s hand and stepped down into the water in the recess in the floor, wading into it and guiding her to follow him. They sank together into the bath, which was up to Macy’s breasts, and Aaron held Macy in his lap with the two of them half-submerged, and wrapped his powerful arms around her and kissed her with such warmth that she thought she would melt from his arms into the water. They ran their hands up and down each other’s backs and shoulders and arms, rubbing the warm but cooling water onto their skin. Macy grasped at the big, muscular slabs of his pecs and played with the brown pebbles of flesh that were his nipples. Aaron took one of her breasts in each hand and squeezed and kneaded them like dough, and thumbed her nipples to increase hardness. He took one hand and moved it under the water to her pulpy knob, and rubbed at it with a steady rhythm and a circling motion, making her breathe heavily while he kissed and licked and nibbled at her neck. Another climax gave Macy a feeling as if she would boil the water while sitting in it. Her cry of perfect pleasure vibrated on the glass enclosing the bathing recess and the tiles of the surrounding wall. Aaron, holding her on his lap, made an “Mmmmmm…” sound, satisfied at having satisfied her.
They rose from the bath, and as they toweled each other off, Macy smiled at the bobbing stiffness of his pole and said, “Can I return the favor?”
“Please,” he said and leaned back against the sink.
Macy let her towel fall to the floor and descended to her knees onto it, bringing her face to the male extremity that Aaron presented to her. Putting her hands on his hips, she began to swallow his meat, bringing forth rumbling sounds from him that let her know the utter delight with which she was filling him. She gave him a voracious sucking of both his prong and his flesh-wrapped man-marbles, making a feast of him, feeling the flex and release of his muscles and the curling of his toes with every pull of her mouth and slide of her tongue. The pleasure for Aaron became so intense that he grasped her head for extra leverage and started to buck and pump in and out of her mouth, passing his hardened pipe through her upper lips as he had done so many times to her lower ones. Macy grew dizzy with elation at Aaron screwing her orally, and let him take full control of her. He pumped on that way with his head tossed back, totally consumed with sexual joy, until he growled, “I’m gonna come again! Uuuhhh, I’m coming. Give me your tits…!” He slipped his prong from her mouth as Macy pressed her bosom upward, presenting her cleavage to him. “Put it between your tits!” Aaron cried. “Yeah, that’s it!” Macy took his shaft into the cleft between her breasts, and he began to buck up and down in the groove, rapidly and hotly, the friction of his hardness against her softness soon bringing the desired result. He became a geyser of thick, white, slippery wetness that spilled across and down her breasts, coating them with a male frosting as if her bosom were a pastry. Aaron relaxed against the sink, gulping heavy breaths and ruffling his hair with his fingers. Macy smiled at the sticky expression of his satisfaction all over her bosom. She was seeing on her skin what Aaron had pumped inside her so many times, with which he would fill her so many times more. She had so much more to look forward to with him.
Aaron helped Macy back to her feet and toweled his cream from her bosom. They took themselves back to bed and fell upon the disarray of sheets just the way they had left them. They managed to get themselves covered up again, and curled up together and began to kiss. “Shouldn’t these sheets have been changed?” Macy asked. “You must have maid service.”
“They always get the weekend off after my birthday party,” Aaron said. “Everyone knows I’m always busy for a couple of days after. We’ll be fine. Besides, I like the sheets this way. They smell like what I’ve been doing to you.” And he kissed her with a playful lust.
“Are we going to be a thing now?” Macy asked. “Or just a weekend?”
“Are you worried about that?” Aaron asked. “You think this weekend is just a toss-off?”
She made a shrugging expression. “Well…”
“Right. Because, what, I’m the rich playboy, and every time I screw a woman, it’s just a toss-off? Because I don’t do serious relationships, is that what you think?”
“Aaron, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings or judge you. And I’m a grownup. I went into this with my eyes open.”
He ran his fingertip along the bridge of her nose. “Yeah. Your eyes among other things.” He could not resist saying it.
“All I’m saying is, I knew this was probably just for sex, and I won’t be upset if we just say goodbye Monday morning. Maybe we’ll go to bed together again, and maybe we won’t. But for right now, I’m having a good time.”
He fixed her with the most serious look he had presented to her in the brief time they’d known each other. “And so am I,” he said. “And look, maybe I haven’t really been into what people call ‘relationships’ that much. Like I told you, I love to screw, and I’m just into the act. But I’m always into the woman I’m screwing. Not just your body, but you. Being into each other makes it even better when we’re having each other’s bodies. We wouldn’t have ended up this way if you weren’t someone I like. I want you, and I enjoy how you want me. And if after Monday morning, we want to keep getting into bed, I promise you it’ll happen. A lot. You’re beautiful, I know you think I’m hot, and you are a f…king great lay. This can go on as long as we both like.” He kissed her, a kiss both sensuous and sincere.
After the kiss, she softly said, “Aaron…?”
“Hmm…?”
“Would you mind just holding me for a while?”
Aaron pulled her closer, and she put her head against his chest. “You bet I’ll hold you. Just like this. We’ll stay like this for a while and rest up, give my dick a chance to recharge.”
“It doesn’t take much.” Macy chuckled.
“Yeah,” he replied. “What can I say? I’m a dragon.”
She sighed against him, remembering what he’d said earlier, that when he was a dragon, he had two where a male human had one. It occurred to her that when she saw him that way, she did not see that he had any. She guessed that there must be some part of him, probably at the base of his dragon tail, where they were both tucked away. Macy wondered how large they were and what they looked like. How did his two compare to the one that he sported as a human? She could not imagine either of them being as wonderful or delicious as the one he’d been giving her. His human appendage was all that any woman could handle and certainly all she needed. This weekend, Macy knew, she’d be getting from one as much as she would get from two. That was the way it was, sleeping with a Nathairfear.
As Aaron held her and she looked forward to the inevitability of having him inside her again, Macy’s mind drifted through the events of the day so far and returned at one point to their talk while standing in front of the mirror at the dresser. She remembered that right across the room, atop the dresser, stood the little figurines of Achthar and Nahvog, the two travelers from another universe with whom Nathairfear life had begun so many generations ago. Lying in Aaron’s arms, she thought of the originators of the weredragons and wondered where they went, to what unknown world in what unknown universe, after they left Earth. And she wondered about Achthar and Nahvog’s people and where in all of time and space and reality they might be and what they might be doing. Wherever they were, Macy was grateful to them. She thanked them for everything they did in years long past and everything they had made possible. They were not only the originators of the weredragon people but the founders of all the joy that Macy had found in Aaron’s bed and body and the bounty that he offered between his thighs. Wherever the Vonsahlans were, Macy was in their debt.
Cuddling up against Aaron, she wished the Vonsahlans would return, as some of the prophecies said they would. If they did and she met them, she would want to look right into their reptile eyes and thank them for this weekend. Come on back, Macy thought. There’s one very grateful human
woman here who’d love to meet you.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Saturday went on, Aaron served Macy a late lunch in bed and sexed her after they ate. That evening, he took her to the kitchen, and together they prepared a steak dinner, Macy again dressed in the black silk robe and Aaron deliciously naked as he’d been when he made her lunch. They took dinner in the dining room, and when they were done, Aaron pushed their plates and utensils to the far end of the table, put Macy on top of the table, and topped her as he had earlier on the kitchen island. Macy wrapped herself around him and squeezed his body with her arms and legs, receiving hard wood from him while lying on the hardwood table. She was surprised they didn’t set fire to the thing, so combustible was their after-dinner sex.
