“Fuck it,” he said again. And plunged into her. Lucy’s back arched off the bed and she screamed her pleasure. The walls echoed with it.
“God, you’re so big. Baby, you’re so big,” she moaned, her head whipping from side to side.
He gave her a second to get used to his size, but then he pulled out almost all the way. He slammed back into her, figuring they’d been teasing each other enough over the last day. Finding his rhythm, he really started to move. He put one knee on the edge of the bed, but his other foot stayed on the ground. He pushed against it to keep himself stable.
The bed, heavy as it was, started to inch across the carpet with each thrust he gave her.
“So tight,” he groaned against her shoulder. He pressed his eyes closed so hard that colors flashed among the black of his eyelids. Sweat broke out over his back. She started moving her hips to meet his thrusts and their combined movements intensified the sensations.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m gonna- oh god- I’m gonna…”
But her words abruptly cut off as her back arched completely off the bed and her arms and legs gripped him almost as tight as her pussy was. Her breasts crushed into his chest. Her orgasm had her clamping down on him like a tight fist. Her eyes dilated with intense pleasure and her lips opened into a perfect O.
He had to kiss that. Clamping his mouth over hers he rolled them to their sides and continued pumping into her. He slid a hand between them and tugged at one of her nipples. She screamed again and ground herself into him even harder. She was clamping down on him again and he was pretty sure she was either still coming or coming again.
He flipped them, this time so that she was on top and he watched the hottest scene he’d ever seen in his life.
Her head fell back as her hands curled into fists on his chest. She pulled up off of him for a second and then plunged back down. And then she did it again. He could feel every tight, wet inch of her. Feel himself bottoming out inside of her. This was it. It was almost unbearable pleasure as he built toward his release. Her breasts bounced and he had to touch them.
His hands on her seemed to bring her back to earth a little and her eyes focused in on him again. She started to ride him even faster. He was racing toward the edge. Wanting more for her, he dropped one hand to her clit and started gently rolling it under one thumb. And then she was gone again. Her eyes, unseeing and dilated, rolled upwards.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock even harder than before. She fell forward on his chest and he rolled them over one last time. He pushed into her from the top and rode her for all he was worth. The room filled with the slap of skin on skin. Their chests smashed firmly against one another. They slipped and slid through the wetness they’d created together.
She was moaning nonsense words in his ear as she arched into him again. “Amos,” she whispered his name.
And he came, pumping furiously into her. His entire world shrunk down to one spot in between their legs. The place where they were joined together. As if they were one being. For a few gloriously pleasurable moments, as he came and came, there was no line between them. It was blurred and disappeared by their passion for one another.
Their pleasure combined them together. They were one animal, together, crying out from the sharpest ecstasy either of them had ever felt.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lucy lay in a stupor for who knows how long afterward. She faced Amos, whose face was shaded by blue shadows. His hand traced patterns on her back.
“I have to go shift for a little while, hatchling” he said quietly.
“It's a need?” she asked, curious.
“Sometimes. It can always be controlled. But the urge gets stronger now and then.”
“It's very strong right now?”
He nodded. “Things get… simpler in dragon form. Everything is more black and white. A dragon’s passions run really high. Nothing is ever wishy-washy. It makes it easy to figure out how to feel about something that's confusing in human form.”
“And you're confused right now?”
“Lucy, I don't think you understand.” He pulled her onto his chest and stroked her hair back. “Protecting the King, loyalty to the King, isn't just my job. It's my birthright. My ancestors have done this for centuries. The urge to be loyal to the royal line has been bred into me. It’s in my DNA. It was a compulsion for me when I was a child, even.” He paused and Lucy wondered if he was going to go on. “And I just completely turned my back on that. No,” he scrubbed his hands over his face. “Actually I swan dove away from it.”
Lucy was quiet for a long while. She really hadn't realized quite how far Amos’s duty stretched. She might not have pushed him so hard if he had. She just thought he was like dragon secret service. She didn’t think he was compelled by his heritage.