“But...you pulled up a chair.”
“I’m very serious about my dessert,” he told her.
“Um...”
“Why, Coconut, are you feeling shy?” Dragon looked up at her and winked.
“No!”
She spread her legs for him, and he didn’t even hesitate or wait or tease her. He didn’t do the thing where he slid his tongue slowly up her thigh. He didn’t stroke her with his fingers first. He just started licking her hard and fast.
“Oh!”
“Good girl,” he murmured, and he continued.
Within seconds, she felt like she was losing her mind. Any embarrassment or nervousness or feelings of awkwardness instantly disappeared as he licked her over and over.
Oh, this was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt.
As of this moment, Dragon was the most magical thing to ever happen to her, and she closed her eyes, letting the feelings of pleasure just wash over her again and again and again.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he murmured, looking up at her. Winter looked down at Dragon and smiled.
“Thank you,” she said.
“No,” he shook his head. “I told you, Coconut, I don’t want a polite girl in my house. I want a bad girl. Try again.”
“Dragon, please keep licking my pussy. I’m so close to coming for you,” she said breathlessly.
He made a sound of approval and moved back, kissing her pussy over and over. He slid his tongue over her lips and circled her clit again, and again, and again.
And then the magic happened.
Winter had never been the kind of girl to have screaming orgasms. She’d never been the person whose eyes rolled back in their head. With Dragon, though, she found she was quickly becoming both of those things.
The orgasm washed over her with a vengeance, and she felt like she was falling or flying as she came and came and came. When it was over, Dragon kept licking her greedily, tasting her over and over like she truly was his dessert.
She wasn’t going to fight him on this.
She was going to take advantage of this moment.
Tomorrow, she was going to have to face reality. She was going to have to say goodbye to this incredible man, and she didn’t want to. So for now, she was going to close her eyes, lie back on the counter, and pretend like she could lock herself in this moment for all eternity.
The next time she came, she cried out his name.
Dragon.
She came a third time.
Dragon.
By the time her fourth orgasm neared, her legs were jelly and her body was tired, but he managed to wring it from her anyway.
Then Dragon lifted her up, carried her upstairs, and tucked her into the bed. He curled up next to her and wrapped his arms around her.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“You were perfect,” he whispered.