About a Dragon

He stared at them for what felt like forever. Merely stared. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Perhaps—”

“Sssh. Quiet. I’m concentrating.”

She didn’t know which took precedence. Yelling at him for shushing her—she really hated that—or asking him why he was concentrating.

Curiosity won out.

“Concentrating on what?”

“You’re still talking.”

“Briec.”

With an exaggerated sigh, he said, “Fine. Once again I have to find ways to silence you.”

She gasped as he leaned forward and his warm mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked on it gently, driving her insane. She wanted more.

Talaith slid her hand into his silver hair, pushing him closer to her. “Harder,” she gasped. He chuckled, but obliged.

Eyes closing, she leaned back. One of his big arms wrapped around her waist and held her. With his free hand he took hold of her other breast and squeezed the nipple between his fingers. “Gods, Briec. That…that feels so good.”

He didn’t let up, keeping the pressure relentless on both br**sts. She felt every suck, every pull down to her sex. Her panting grew worse. Her small cries more intense.

“Briec…I…I think I’m…” At her nonsensical words, he sucked and squeezed harder, and suddenly a climax was coursing up her back, through her groin, out her fingers and toes. She’d never felt anything quite like it.

She gasped and shuddered in his arms as the climax overtook her. In those seconds, everything held still. All she could feel was Briec holding her and his mouth and hands on her body. The cave walls could crumble around them, and she was relatively certain she’d never even notice.

* * *

When she came, he almost came with her. It took years of hard-learned self-control to keep his climax at bay. But as soon as her body settled down, he stripped her dress the rest of the way off and tossed it somewhere. He’d have to find her another because he had no idea where he threw it. He picked her up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, her face buried in his shoulder, and walked into the water.

As soon as he had her under the waterfall, her head snapped up and she laughed like a child. Nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

“So, tell me now, little witch. Is my den better than Gwenvael’s?”

Arms thrown over his shoulders, legs high on his waist, Talaith was actually able to look down at him for once. Her hand caressed his jaw, pushing his wet hair off his face. “Oh, aye, Briec. It is.”

He smiled and held her tighter until she said, “Of course, I haven’t seen Éibhear’s den yet. It could be amazing for all I know.”

“Treacherous female,” he accused and dropped her. She briefly disappeared under the waist-high water, but as soon as he saw her flailing arms he grabbed her and picked her back up.

“That wasn’t funny!” she yelled, clawing wet strands of hair from her eyes.

“Oh, come on. It was a little funny.”

“No it was not. You vindictive—” he cut off her words with a kiss. Immediately, she melted into him. It didn’t take much to distract Talaith from her anger. One of the many things he enjoyed about her.

When he finally stopped kissing her, she finished, “Bastard.”

“Such cruel words from such a beautiful mouth.”

She blushed and looked away, always a bit uncomfortable when he complimented her. He’d have to get her over that. He loved a good compliment. And there were few beings he felt worthy of receiving them.

Unwilling to wait a moment more, Briec placed her on the rocky ledge. She watched him quietly as he pulled himself out of the water. Grabbing her hand, he leaned back against the ground, positioning her until she was over him.

“Ride me, little witch.”

Without an argument—for once—she straddled his hips. Grasping his already hard cock, she stroked it a few times. Briec arched into her hand. “What are you doing?” he choked out.

“I like how it feels in my hand,” she replied. “I like how it’s soft and hard all at the same time.”

“Is that all you like about it?”

Shyly, she shook her head. “I like how it feels when it’s inside me.”

“Then put it inside you, little witch. Don’t torture me.”

“Not even a little?” she asked.

“Later. Not now. My patience wanes.”

“Fair enough.” She lifted her hips, placing the tip of his c**k against her pu**y. Her juices already ran down her thighs, betraying exactly how wet she was for him. How ready.

Slowly, so damn slowly, she impaled herself with his cock. While her body stretched to accommodate him, she moaned and gasped. When she’d finally taken all of his c**k inside her, she looked down at him.

“You feel good.”

He groaned. “You’re killing me, little witch.”

“I don’t mean to.”

“Yes. You do.” But he didn’t care. He wanted…no…he needed her to move. “Fuck me, sweet Talaith.”

She grinned and he didn’t like it one bit. “Say please.”

Evil wench! “No.”

“Fine. Don’t say it.” She clenched her pu**y—once.

“You evil cow.”

“That didn’t sound like please to me.”

“Fine.” He glared at her. “Please.”