“Gods, you taste so good!” he growled, pulling away at last to look up at her. “But, Bobbi, I think there’s a better way to Mark you…a deeper way.”
“There…there is?” She looked at him uncertainly. She was panting with desire and her whole body seemed to be on fire with need.
“Yes.” He nodded. “You see, I have scent glands around my mouth but I also have them near my groin. So if I could rub against you, well, the Marking would be much stronger.’
“Oh…” Bobbi whispered faintly. “Are you talking about just rubbing against me or…”
“Just rubbing together to start,” Dragon said quickly. “After all, I know you want to take things slowly. So there’s no rush. I just want to put as much of my scent on you as possible.”
“Well…as long as we’re just rubbing together, I guess…” Bobbi murmured, nodding.
“Just rubbing—just Marking,” Dragon promised. “But maybe you’d better get all the way undressed, sweetheart—it will make things easier if we’re both naked.”
It’ll make a lot of things easier if you’re both naked. Better be careful if you don’t want to get bonded tonight, whispered a little voice in her head. But Bobbi barely heard it—she was too busy shedding her shirt and bra, which had already been hanging open, and watching as Dragon undressed too.
The light from the flickering flames in the fireplace gilded his muscular body, showing off his ever-moving tattoos. The black Clan sign was still on the side of his neck, but now it was only a curiosity and she knew his real loyalty was to her.
When he pushed down his tight leather trousers, she bit her lip at his length and girth. Of course, she was used to his size by now, but she hadn’t had to worry about taking it inside her before, since Dragon had been willing to wait until after their wedding ceremony.
Well, you’re not taking it inside you tonight either, she reminded herself. You’re just going to be rubbing together, to let him Mark you.
“How…how do you want to do this?” she asked him, her pulse racing.
He frowned as though concentrating on the problem.
“I think that given our size difference, it might work best if I sit on the couch and you sit on me. That way we can get maximum contact.”
“Okay.” Bobbi nodded and watched as he seated himself on the couch. When he was comfortable, she climbed in his lap again, this time facing him, and threw a leg over him.
“Good…” His big, warm hands came up to bracket her hips and then he was bringing her down to his long, thick shaft. “Rub yourself against me, feela,” he growled hoarsely. “Let me feel your soft little pussy coat my shaft with your honey. Let me Mark you with my scent.”
Bobbi didn’t have the will to resist. She let him lower her down so that her pussy lips parted around his throbbing shaft, opening her so that her inner pussy was rubbing against his thickness. Then, she began to move against him, sliding up and down the rigid length of his cock, holding onto his broad shoulders for balance and moaning every time he rubbed against her clit.
“Gods, little one, it’s so incredibly erotic to watch you rub yourself on me like this,” he growled softly. “Kiss me while you do it—kiss me while we Mark each other.”
Still working her hips in a slow, delicious rhythm, Bobbi took his face in her hands and kissed him, taking the big Kindred’s mouth with all the passion and need that had been building up for the entire week.
She couldn’t help remembering how she’d first taught him to kiss—and what a fast learner he had been. Even now, he treated her gently, kissing with passion but not overwhelming her. Bobbi threw herself into the kiss, riding him as she did so, rubbing up and down the length of his thick shaft as their tongues twined together.
And then, it happened. On her upward slide, the broad head of his cock somehow lodged in the mouth of her pussy. Bobbi was so wet from the way he’d been teasing and tasting her earlier, that it slid easily inside her, filling her at least halfway before she even realized what had happened.
“Oh!” she gasped, breaking the kiss and looking down to the place where they were joined. “Oh, I…I didn’t mean for that to happen!”
“I didn’t either,” Dragon rumbled. He was also examining the place where he was piercing her. His thickness was stretching her tight little pussy mouth open wide, Bobbi saw with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. But it didn’t hurt a bit—in fact it felt good. Really good.
“I…I suppose you should pull out,” she whispered, making no move to get him out of her. In fact, her hips twitched a little and she might have slid down just a little, allowing another thick inch of his cock to enter her deeper.