Danil’s Mate(61)

“Amos, I don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

He laughed and didn’t give her long to worry about it. He was suddenly on top of her in the tub, water overflowing the sides. Instantly his cock was sliding through her wet folds. Her hands fisted on his back as she tried to take him inside, but he wouldn’t let her. He speared his hand through her hair and dragged her mouth to his. Her pussy slipped and slid along the side of the taut skin of his cock as she opened her mouth to his.

His tongue pressed insistently into her mouth. Their first kiss, he realized. Her taste exploded in him and he had the weirdest feeling of coming home. He knew they’d never kissed before, but somehow, it was like her taste was made for him.

One of his hands dragged down her side and cupped her breast. His thumb strummed over her nipple and her back arched.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve needed to touch you,” he said into her mouth.

They rolled in the tub and they were on their sides, slipping and sliding against one another.

“Your body was made to be touched,” he said and water from the tub splashed over their faces and hair. He dropped his head to her nipple, slightly under water and clamped his mouth over it. He suckled her. Hard.

Lucy screamed out and the sound made him even harder. He came up for air and flipped her over so that her stomach lay on the bottom of the bath. He lay himself down on top of her and let his cock slide against her pussy from the back. He let one of his hands go under her to trail to her clit. He drew circles around it.

Nipping one of her earlobes in his teeth he whispered in her ear. “Your body was made to be sucked on.”

She moaned and pushed her ass back into him. He felt the head of his cock spear through her wetness but not inside. He pulled himself away.

“We’re all washed off now,” he said tersely and stood, water streaming off of him. He reached down and pulled her to standing. They stepped out of the tub together.

Grabbing a towel from the hook, Amos boosted her so that she sat on the bathroom counter. He dragged the towel over her body and then his own. But he couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

Their tongues warred with each other. She bit at his lips and their teeth clicked. He tipped her head back further because he wasn’t in far enough yet. He pushed himself between her legs and they were perfectly lined up. The head of his cock pressed into her a half an inch.

“Condom?” she blearily asked.

“There’ll be some by your bed,” he said and lifted her up so that her legs came around his waist.

“Just so you know,” she said as he sucked on her neck. “I’m clean.”

“Dragons don’t get stds,” he said as he walked her across the bathroom. “And just so you know, I can’t get you pregnant until the harvest moon.” At some point he was gonna have to explain that one to her. “But better safe than sorry,” he said.

But she ground herself against him, pressing her wetness to his stomach and he couldn’t go any farther. He paused and pressed her against the wall.

They slid against one another again and this time she tilted her hips and caught him just inside.

“Fuck,” he said and pressed himself in a little further.

Lucy’s head fell back and she bit back a scream.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

Nothing had ever felt this good before. She pushed down on him a little further.

“Condom,” he bit out. And stepped away from the wall, but he stayed pressed into her. He took a step out toward the bedroom and she pressed down on him a little further.

He stopped walking and flexed his hips, grabbing her around the waist and pushing her down on his cock. They both groaned at the inch he pushed in. This was the most torturous ecstasy he’d ever felt. From the look on her face it was mutual.

He took a few more quick steps toward the bed and each one pushed him further and further in. He reached the edge of the bed and set her down.

They stayed where they were, gripping one another so tightly, their tongues insistently pressing together. He reached out and fumbled with a side drawer next to her bed. Digging through it he came out with a condom.

She wiggled her hips and opened her legs even wider.

“Fuck, Lucy. You’re killing me.” He held the condom in front of them and tried to tear it, but she reached out for it at the same time. It got knocked out of their hands and to the floor.

Amos looked at the condom, five feet away. He looked at Lucy. Her eyes hooded with lust, her lips parted and swollen. Panting for him. He looked at where their two bodies were partially joined. He was covered in her juices, half in, half out. She put her hands on her knees and pulled them to the sides, opening herself fully to him.