Dragonkin 2: My Persistent Mate

Part 13 Flaming Affair

Using the advantage of his weight, he tumbles me onto the sandy shore and covers me with his body. His weight pressing me into the soft sand, my body writhes at the close contact with his firm wiry body and without volition, wrap my legs around his waist. "I can't get enough of you," he rasps next to my ear. I grasp his hair tightly and pull insistently, silently demanding more of his hot kisses.

Sucking on my bottom lip, he nips it with his teeth; before tracing his tongue across the bottom of my lip and soothing away the hurt. One hand tangled in his hair, my other hand caresses his neck as we kiss. His hands running down my back, he cradles my head as he leans in for a fiery kiss. His lips crushing mine, his woodsy scent envelops me as our tongues entangle and graze each other's, taking my breath away.

Running his fingertips up my forearm, it left a trail of goosebumps blooming in their wake. Without conscious thought, I smooth my hand down his broad back and I hear his swift intake of air. Bringing his hand up to cup my cheek, his thumb runs along the curve of my cheekbone. Nestling into his hand, I feel his warmth seep into mine as our tongues dueled.

I want more, the urgent craving surges to the fore. The kisses are barely enough. My body undulates beneath his, rubbing myself all over him, wanting his scent on me and mine on him, marking him as mine. I want to roll around in his scent.

Pushing him onto his back, I straddle him. Splaying my hands on his muscled chest and kneading, I look into his haze-filled eyes as they track my actions. Lowering myself slowly excruciating inch by excruciating inch onto his hard rod, I envelop him in my tight sheath. Full, so full he stretches me. A long moan slips from my lips. He couldn't bear the sweet torture. Grasping my hips and thrusting up, he pushes me down the last few inches, sheathing himself completely in my warm heat. "So hot. So tight," he roars in triumphant delight while I lift myself up and slide down, each minute movement causing explosions of fireworks behind my closed lids. "Unghh..." I moan in bliss, he fills me so completely.

Reaching my hands behind, I cup his balls in my hand and lightly scratches them as I ride him. His jaw clenches and a low growl rumbles from his chest. Hands clasping my hips tightly, he guides my hips up and down on his cock, slamming me up and down over and over and over until he can't take it anymore. It is fast. It is furious. I impale myself on him repeatedly, riding him in abandon.

In a heartbeat, he lifts me off him and shoves me face down on the sand, thrusting deeply inside me, every inch of his big, hard rod slipping in and out. With one hand grasping my hips firmly, he yanks my hair and twines it around his wrist. He's thrusting fast, hard, his breath coming in big ragged gasps. I tilt my ass up and bring my legs together to tighten my sheath around him. I know he likes that, immensely, when a trickle of a low growl escapes his lips.

"Grab my breasts," I instruct, and he does, reaching under and cupping them firmly in his palm. "Oh yes! Karalian, just like that." I bite at my hand to keep from screaming; I'm sure my scream would travel over the quiet of the night and the residents at the court would hear us as we fuck.

Then Karalian flips me over. Unconsciously wrapping my legs around him, I dig my nails into his back, pushing him further and deeper into me. The pounding of his rod against me becomes harder. He dips his head down and bites my neck, nipping at the tender skin.

"Look at me," he orders fiercely, his expression taut and commanding. His palm cradles my jaw. "Look at me when you come. I want to watch you." We lock eyes and as I come, he shoves his mouth onto mine, muffling my shrieks of pleasure. His orgasm ripple through me from my lips to my toes. We stay like that for a minute, his hands still gripping my ass, until our breathing goes back to normal.