“You’re too good to me,” he said fervently, raising her hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.
Laughing, she replied, “You’ll get no argument from me there.”
His eyes softened as they searched hers, before dropping to her lips. She wet them reflexively, and his eyes darkened with heat as he leaned in and kissed her slowly. He kept it light for a long moment, just brushing his lips across hers, and then he opened his mouth slightly. She did the same, but he didn’t immediately push his tongue inside, instead giving her long, open mouthed kisses.
Turning to her more fully, he eased her down on the bed, and she left her knee up as she lifted her hand to his jaw, wanting to feel it working as he kissed her. Eventually, he passed his tongue over her lips, and she opened further for him, her tongue meeting his. He kept the kiss gentle as their tongues tangled together, but desire was still racing through her body, warming her blood quickly.
It felt like ages they stayed like that, just kissing and nothing more, but eventually his hand moved to her bare knee, and he slowly slid it up her thigh. Her breath caught in her chest as his touch left tingles in its wake. He paused when he reached her thigh, but despite her urging, he wouldn’t move it higher.
He pulled away from her, searching her eyes. Trying to swallow her frustration down, she asked, “What? Why did you stop?”
“Cammie, we need to talk first. I have to tell you some—”
Quickly shaking her head, she put her hand over his mouth. “Not now. I want to make love with you. We’ll talk after.”
Hesitating more, he gazed into her eyes as she removed her hand. “Are you sure? I think—”
Not caring to hear what he thought, sure it would be more of him wanting to talk, she leaned up and sealed her mouth to his. She didn’t want to talk right now. She wanted to make love with him. Not only for her, though she felt like she’d expire on the spot if he didn’t get inside her soon, but for him, as well. He looked so dejected, so weary, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. She hated seeing him like this, and she wanted to help take away whatever was troubling him, even if it was only for this moment in time.
Even with her kissing him, she could still feel him pausing, still hesitating. So she plunged her tongue into his mouth, arching her pelvis into his, and it wasn’t long before she felt him giving in, kissing her back with the same intensity she was kissing him with.
His hand
went to her knee again, and this time he slid it all the way up her thigh, delving under her shirt to cup her breast. Moaning into his mouth, she arched her back, pushing herself more firmly into his hand. His fingers found her nipple, and they twisted, tugged and pinched, until she was writhing on the bed under him.
Sliding her hand between their bodies, she found his hard shaft and squeezed, but she wanted more. Popping the button of his jeans open, she eased the zipper down, smiling to herself at the way he held himself still, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing over her nipple. His focus wasn’t on driving her crazy, it was on what she was doing to him. And that’s exactly how she wanted it.
She pushed on his jeans, and he helped her push them down. As soon as there was enough room, she took him in her hand. His velvety hardness was thick, and her fingers didn’t meet around him, but she tried anyway, taking him in a firm grip and gliding her hand up and down, adding a twist of her hand when she reached the head.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he breathed out, bucking his hips in time with her slow pumps.
Cammie squirmed on the bed, already feeling the moisture gathering between her thighs. Alex surged forward and covered her mouth with his as his hand slid back down her chest, straight to her center. As she continued her slow glide on his cock, he ran his fingers up her folds, the sensation intense even through her panties. Gasping, she couldn’t stop her hips from undulating as her entire being focused on his fingers. Moving her panties out of the way, he slid a finger past her folds, going straight for her clit.
It didn’t take much of that before she was letting him go and pushing him away. “Clothes off,” she panted, sitting up and pulling her shirt and panties off.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he replied, voice gravelly, kicking his boots off and shoving his jeans down. He looked at her for a moment, drinking her in, before he said, voice commanding, “On your hands and knees, sweetheart. Now.”
Her whole body shivered as desire washed over her, lighting up her insides at his harsh command. He’d never been like this with her, and she and her dragon were both eating it up. Doing as he told, she got on her hands and knees, looking back at him in invitation. His hand was on his cock, and he gave himself a few pumps before moving behind her, getting into position.
Grabbing her hips in his hands, he plunged into her in one hard stroke. Her moan was choked off as the breath whooshed from her body. Dropping her head, she fought to find some air as his hardness filled her to overflowing, and every part of her body felt like it was tingling.
Her breath was finally coming back just as he pulled out and plunged back in, his thighs meeting hers in a loud smack. She struggled to breathe again, and then gave up. Who needed air anyway, when they were getting fucked like this?
The pace he set never let up, and she was helpless to do anything other than go along for the ride. He gathered her hair in his hands, pulling gently, as his thrusts became wild and uncontrolled. Her core was tightened to the point of pain, and she wasn’t sure she could handle any more. Her dragon was eating his dominance up, and Cammie was too.
Reaching an arm around her, Alex found her swollen nub. It only took a few passes of his finger over her clit before she was coming, feeling like every molecule separated from her body, soaring to the sky. He let go of her hair as he grabbed her hips and plunged in a couple more times, coming hard. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting her head fall to the bed, as the feel of him pulsing set off new aftershocks inside her.
They stayed like that for a moment, Alex bucking into her slowly, prolonging their pleasure. When the stars finally cleared from behind her closed lids, she opened her eyes and raised her head as Alex gently pulled out of her. He moved to his side of the bed and laid down, holding an arm out to her, his chest still heaving for air. Taking him up on his invitation, she collapsed beside him on the bed, still panting.
He had so many sides to him. The calm and capable Alex, the silent and strong Alex, the funny man, the protector, the defender, the dominant, the bringer of death by sex. That last one… the way he owned her body, the way he played her like a master of piano. Her breath caught as renewed heat and desire washed over her again, but she was too depleted to do anything about it.
She snuggled into him, her head on his chest as she listened while his pounding heart slowly calmed. Pulling her in tighter, he kissed the top of her head and rubbed his hand up and down her arm.
“Cammie, I love you. Maybe it’s early to say it, but you’re my heart and soul. No matter what happens, please remember that.”
Elation and joy coursed through her veins, but she still found herself frowning. “What do you mean by, no matter what happens?”
Fingers tightening around her arm for a moment, he shrugged. “We have a lot going against us right now. There’s so much that can happen, so much uncertainty with the future. We could be blissfully happy with nothing ever happening for the rest of our lives, or the worst could happen tomorrow. I just want you to always remember how much I love you.”