Dating A Dragon(25)

His mouth was firm and commanding on hers and she felt herself relaxing under his touch, her lips opening on a sigh to allow him access. He played the tip of his tongue against hers, flicking and teasing, and her hands went to the back of his neck. He drew her closer, crushing her breasts against his chest, and need made her core clench, dampening her panties.

She almost protested when he pulled back, but his fingers went at once to the buttons of her blouse. Gently, nimbly, he slid them through their loops and brushed the satiny fabric apart, revealing the lace of her half-cup bra. He gave a little hum of approval as he took one firm globe in his palm, circling his thumb over the nipple, which sprang into a needy point at his touch.

He slid her blouse over her shoulders and away, and his hands fell to the waistband of her pants.

Cadence’s breath was harsh and uneven as he skimmed the fabric over her hips and thighs, placing a kiss to her mound through the sodden lace of her panties and making her whimper and squirm. He kneeled at her feet and took off her shoes.

Then he came to lie beside her, his long, toned body gloriously naked against hers. He let his gaze run over her curves, and each lingering look felt as if it were his fingers on her skin – touching, exploring, caressing.

He bent over to kiss her again, and excitement stirred low in her belly, tingling through her body as his big palm covered her breast then skimmed down over her ribs and belly, coming to rest in the soft curls between her thighs.

With deft, clever fingers, he parted her moist petals, strumming her clit gently before pressing two fingers against her wet, needy opening.

She parted her thighs further, opening to him like a flower, and he pushed his fingers inside her with maddening slowness.

As his tongue played in her mouth, he began to work his fingers in and out, stoking the fires inside her, beckoning her orgasm toward him. She moaned against his mouth, and he nipped her lower lip between his teeth.

His fingers moved easily inside her, gliding through the slickness of her arousal, and she pushed her hips against his hand, begging him for more.

When he drew back, she clutched at him, desperate for his touch, but she subsided with a groan of desire when she felt the blunt head of his cock nudging at her entrance.

“Oh… Oh… Orion…”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, running her palms over the smooth skin of his back and down to the firm globes of his ass, digging in her fingers as the muscles flexed as he thrust inside her.

The rigid length of his cock inside her was sweet agony. Her pussy clenched around him and she rolled her hips, urging him to move.

He obliged, drawing back and then slamming home, quivering with the tension their joining stirred in him.

Cadence felt her climax building, swelling, glowing in her belly and between her legs until it burst in an explosion of heat and color, sparks flying through her body and setting every nerve ending alights as every muscle tensed with the sweet, unbearable thrill.

The trembling, pulsing waves gripped Orion and carried him with her, drawing him into the maelstrom. He thrust harder and faster, sweat beading on his skin and his face contorted in an expression of agonized pleasure before he cried out and shuddered above her, releasing his climax deep with her sated, trembling body.





Chapter Ten




Cadence slept in late, and woke up alone…with a huge bouquet of flowers lying in bed next to her, wrapped in a ribbon. Next to it was a note, which said, “Good morning, gorgeous. Off to inspect some mines. Stay out of trouble. I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

After she showered and dressed, she went downstairs to eat breakfast, dining in a breakfast nook near the kitchen. As she finished up, she called and checked in with Daisy.

“You had sex,” Daisy said, and Cadence choked on her coffee.

“How in God’s name…”

“Your voice has that just-been-fucked tone to it.”

“Daisy!” Cadence gasped.

“What, too much? Pregnancy brain may have clouded my judgement, I’ll be the first to admit. So, was he good?”

“If such a thing had happened, I’m sure that he’d have been amazing. Not that I am confirming or denying.”

“Don’t schedule the wedding until after I give birth,” Daisy said imperiously. “And Wynona gets to come, of course. Wow, this will be like her dozenth wedding or something. And Harriet will make you more baby clothes than you know what to do with. Oh, she also sews a lovely wedding dress.”

“You are jumping way ahead,” Cadence protested. Then she glanced up. Phoebe had just strolled up, hands stuck in her jeans pockets, and was standing there watching her.

“What’s up, Pheebs?” she said.