Bobbi had already observed that the big Kindred seemed to know exactly how to touch her to make her come. Now she saw that he also knew exactly how to taste her. Though he seemed to enjoy going down on her immensely, he wasn’t just doing it for his own benefit. His aim was to bring her pleasure and in that, he succeeded admirably.
“Oh, Dragon! There—right there!” Bobbi moaned, threading her fingers through his thick, black hair as she thrust up to meet his talented tongue. He had somehow figured out that the right side of her clit was more sensitive than the left and now he was licking her over and over in that one, sensitive spot, shooting sparks of pleasure through her entire body as she cried his name.
Her response to his tongue and mouth on her only made Dragon redouble his efforts. Growling possessively, he wound his muscular arms around her thighs, splitting her even wider as he continued to lap steadily over that one, delicate spot. The good thing about the big Kindred, Bobbi thought, was that he didn’t go skipping all over the place like other men did. Once he found the right spot, he stuck with it until she came for him—which she invariably did.
This time was no different. As she moaned and tugged his hair and felt herself get closer and closer to orgasm, he continued to lick her with stamina even the greatest lover would envy. She was close now, so close, Bobbi thought deliriously. All she needed was just a little bit more to push her over the edge…just a little bit more…
As though he could somehow hear her thoughts or sense her needs, the big Kindred slid two long fingers deep in her pussy. And, as he began to fuck deeply into her, Bobbi felt herself at last begin to come.
“Dragon—Dragon!” she wailed, tugging his hair so fiercely it had to hurt as she bucked her pelvis up to meet his mouth.
But her pulling only seemed to urge the big Kindred on. He growled deep in his throat—a hungry, possessive noise that seemed to vibrate through her entire body and make her orgasm even more intense—and redoubled his efforts.
He rode out her bucking and thrashing as she lost control, moaning and crying as the pleasure rolled through her like a Tidal wave. It wasn’t until Bobbi collapsed and lay panting on the couch, every muscle limp, that he finally stopped licking her and withdrew his fingers.
“Gods, little one.” His eyes were half-lidded with lust as he licked her honey off his fingers. “Never knew you could come so hard—you nearly screamed the entire house down, I think.”
“S-sorry,” Bobbi panted. “Didn’t know you were going to be so…so good at that,” she finally got out. “Most men aren’t, you know.”
“You’ll never have another male between your thighs again,” he swore, his eyes flashing. “No one but me is going to taste and pleasure this soft little pussy.” He laid a gentle kiss on the top of her mound. “No one but me is going to lap your juices and hear your moans as I go down on you.”
Bobbi looked at him uncertainly.
“Remember that we can’t, uh, make love until we’re married,” she cautioned him. “Remember that you promised me that.”
“I won’t forget—even if I might wish I could,” he growled. “Right now, I just want to spend the night tasting you and Marking you until the whole world knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that you belong to me. You…are… MINE.”
The last three words held that strange double echo, but Bobbi was too tired from the intense orgasm to feel very frightened of it this time. It occurred to her that if the beast—or whatever it was she had seen in the alley—was willing to stay locked up inside Dragon during such an intensely emotional and intimate act, she must be safe with him.
“Yours,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke the shaggy, black mane.
She didn’t know how to feel about his statement—his assertion that he owned her. She only knew she wanted to be near him right now.
“God, Dragon, come kiss me,” she murmured, tugging at his broad shoulders. “I want to taste myself on you.”
His eyes blazed again.
“Gladly, feela.”
And then he was gathering her into his arms and feeding Bobbi her own secret flavor on his tongue until she moaned helplessly and kissed him back with all the passion and need that was in her.
It’s wrong, Bobbi—this is wrong! You should be trying to keep your distance, not bringing him closer! whispered a warning little voice in her head.
But Bobbi pushed it away. She wouldn’t make love with the big Kindred or have Bonding Sex with him—she could, at least, promise that much. But she could no longer keep him from tasting her, she acknowledged to herself. Having opened herself to him once, she couldn’t close her thighs to him again.