“Bring it,” she said. “If I’m expecting, then I’m willing to try anything to save my babies.”
“That’s my mighty dragoness,” he said. “Show me your scales again.”
She giggled. “Is this like ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’?”
“Cadence Bergmann, I do not know what you take me for. What kind of a dragon do you think that I am?”
“Hopefully the naked kind,” she said, and showed him a ripple of scales before they sank back into her arms again.
“You are a naughty, naughty girl,” he murmured into her ear, nuzzling her. “How shall I punish you?”
“You could make me have multiple orgasms. I would absolutely hate that.”
“Well now…” he mused. “I suppose if it would teach you a lesson…”
“Oh, it would, it would,” she agreed eagerly as he began to strip off her clothes. She set to work too, skimming his shirt over his head and moving down to unbuckle his belt.
By the time their clothes were piled in a heap beside them, they were laughing and breathless.
Then Orion pressed Cadence back in the grass and she sobered, gazing up into his eyes and savoring the closeness of his big, strong body. He gazed at her, his eyes human but with dragonfire lurking in their depths. He licked his lips, his quick pink tongue moistening the flesh, and something clenched low in her body. She wriggled against him, inviting him to explore her body, to taste her – to take her.
He bent his head and placed a gentle kiss to her collarbone, and she sighed at the feel of his mouth on her. Tingles of arousal washed over her skin, making the fine, almost invisible blonde hairs stand on end.
He skimmed his hands down over her breasts, then followed them with his mouth, chasing the tingling trails left by his fingers with his lips and tongue and teeth.
Cadence almost purred as she arched beneath his lips, her pussy aching with the need to feel his touch. He kissed the soft swell of her belly, where their dragonlings might quicken one day.
She parted her legs, knowing she was slick with desire, that Orion would be able to smell the heady fragrance of her need. He groaned and buried his face between her thighs, kissing her mound then parting her lips with trembling fingers so he could press the flat of his tongue against her quivering nub.
She gave a little yelp of surprise that turned into a long, low moan as he ran his tongue around the sensitive bud then pulled it between his lips and suckled, setting lights flashing behind her closed eyelids.
As he lapped at her clit, he pushed his fingers inside her again – first one and then two – drawing them back and forth to create a tormenting friction against the dense bundle of nerves inside her.
Cadence gasped and tried to clamp her thighs together – a reflex reaction – but he withdrew his fingers from her sopping channel and used his palms to hold her open, helpless beneath his erotic assault. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding his head against her and pushing against his face with her hips, giving herself over to the climax swelling and climbing and coiling in her belly. As he sucked on her clit, every muscle in her body tensed and she realized she was digging her fingernails into his scalp as the tension inside her shattered and skittered in electrical shards through her limbs.
Orion laid a last sticky kiss on her still-pulsing core, then kneeled up to admire her lying there, flushed and languid and breathing hard.
Before she had a chance to recover, he pulled her up towards him, as limp and compliant as a rag doll in her blissed-out state, and arranged her limbs so she was on all fours, her hips arched up and her sex wet and open to him.
She ached to feel the thick, hot length of his cock inside her again, to feel his hips flexing as he drove into her, to feel the warm weight of his body against her spine as he covered her and possessed her. She moaned and wriggled her rump, inviting him to enter her.
Orion braced his arms to either side of her, his cock nudging her entrance, and kissed the side of her throat as he worked himself inside her inch by delicious inch. She clenched around him, the feeling of his throbbing length catching at the lingering flutters of her orgasm and teasing them into a needy pulse.
Orion gasped and cursed as he thrust in counterpoint to the rhythm of her body, his muscled arms trembling with tension. The crinkly texture of his pubic hair tickled her sticky thighs and his heart thundered against her back as he worked to drive her over the edge again.
She felt her crisis building and she pushed back against him, urging him to fuck her harder, deeper.
He obliged, pounding into her with wild, uncontrolled thrusts and withdrawing quickly before plunging back inside again. Cadence was aware of nothing but the driving strength of his body, the frantic beating of her heart, his impassioned gasps and incoherent words, the rising, singing ache between her thighs.