Ivore
He hissed in surprise as her left hand twitched, soft, thick fingers wrapping themselves around his shaft. They were a little cold, but the sensation soon fled, any discomfort washed away by the slow, gentle strokes of his mate. She knew just how to touch him, taking it slow, allowing him to savor the feeling of being pleasured. It was a wonderful thing.
“You have a rather big dick.” She mostly sounded impressed, though there might have been a bit of fear or trepidation there as well.
There needn’t have been. Ivore wasn’t planning to have sex with her today. They were already moving way faster than either of them had planned. Hormones were raging and the pair of them were acting uncontrollably, like teenagers in heat exploring one another’s bodies for the first time.
“Why thank you. You have soft hands.” He worked his fingers across her collarbone as he spoke, wondering if he would get another peek beneath the towel at the gorgeous figure she was hiding.
Violet cringed and dropped her hand, but he smiled. “I like the way it feels.”
His words seemed to give her the courage to resume. It felt weird to him to do little more than massage her skin while she pleasured him. It was the opposite of what he’d expected to happen, but at this point Ivore wasn’t sure how to change the flow of things without disrupting it completely. Everything was going completely off-script and he knew the slightest misstep could stop it all in a heartbeat.
“Well that makes two of us,” she replied, glancing down at where his fingers were gently kneading the skin of her upper chest.
Ivore glanced down at the rest of her, noting what curves he could see through the towel. “If there’s anywhere else that hurts, let me know,” he said, wincing at the hoarseness in his voice. How was it that she could make him feel so aroused and yet lose all his composure at the same time? What a remarkable woman.
“Okay.” She used her free hand and gently tugged the towel down until the top of her breasts were visible.
Taking the clue, he started to massage her chest, gently sending warming touches deep into the muscles and flesh there. Despite being an ice dragon, he still burned at an abnormally high temperature in human form, courtesy of his high metabolism. His stomach threatened to rumble in reminder of that very thing, but he tamped down on it, not wanting the noise to spoil the mood.
Violet shuffled slightly as he worked his way lower, and the towel slid free of her chest. He drank in the sight of her large, swollen breasts, noting the hardness of her nipples. But he had to be polite, and so he went to place the towel back. A hand stopped him however, and a questioning glance received a headshake, affirming her acceptance of her nudity.
He braced himself on the floor with one hand, the other massaging her chest, slowly tweaking her nipple. A soft moan reached his ears, all the impetus he needed to continue. His mate was enjoying herself, and Ivore wanted nothing more in the world. Lowering his head he kissed her, something else they hadn’t done nearly enough of.
There was no hesitation this time, her mouth parting right away. Her hand squeezed tighter around his shaft when he ran a finger over the tip of her breast, prompting a surge of blood between his legs.
Ivore ran his hand up and down her side, pulling the towel all the way off her soft, supple stomach, leaving it in a pile covering her mound. He wanted to rip it away, to see her completely naked body once more, but he had to wait for her.
“Why’d you leave it there?” she protested. “I’m enjoying touching you, but if you think you’re going to get me all turned on and leave me high and dry, then you aren’t the man I—”
Ivore ripped the towel away and straddled her in one smooth motion, sitting just above her hips. “I would love that,” he rumbled, reaching behind and dragging his fingers up her inner thigh.
He watched his mate’s eyes slowly roll back into her head, chin lifting to the sky. Both hands were working him now, though she often would use one for a moment, the other running up and down his flexed stomach. She loved his muscles.
At long last he dipped a solitary finger between her legs, watching her face intently, listening to the way her deep breathing transitioned to moaning almost instantaneously. There was plenty of wetness for him to use, and the more he touched her the more she responded.
Ivore wanted to speak, to tell her how amazing she looked. That he loved the way she tasted after he licked his finger, or to say just about anything. But he feared that any noise would shatter the stillness of the moment, reminding both of them that this wasn’t supposed to be happening yet.
She squirmed under him as he focused on her clit, moving in circles over it. The low moans grew louder, punctuated by the occasional cry of pleasure, a sound that made his cock strain in her hand, throbbing with the need to explode.
When she switched to a single hand on his shaft and one massaging his sac Ivore thought he was about to explode. Violet wasn’t at her climax yet, and so he flexed his abs as hard as he could to stave it off. He wanted it to be together the first time.
“Faster,” she hissed, thrusting her hips up at him.
It was the first word she’d spoken, the first sign that she was near. Ivore moved his finger faster, putting just the tiniest bit of extra pressure on her as well.
Violet gasped, her eyes going wide and her chest arching high into the sky. She fixated on him, head shaking slightly, nodding, telling him that she was close. Ivore groaned, the sight nearly more than he could take. She had to be close; he couldn’t hold on much longer. It was too much.
“Ivore!”
Hearing his mate cry out his name was too much. Ivore groaned loudly, feeling himself tighten. He was going to finish and there was no stopping it now. The sight and feel was overwhelming. All he wanted was to ensure she came with him. Together, as one.
Just as he fell over the edge Violet went stiff behind him, her mouth frozen open, her entire body still for a split second.
A stream shot forth from his cock, splashing across her breast, and the world went white. Violet cried out his name again and again, shuddering violently underneath him as she came, her hands working his cock for all it was worth. She drained him completely across both breasts while he watched, a sight that was already arousing him again even as he fell forward, bracing himself on both hands, cock throbbing.
Violet was shuddering and whimpering, the small smile on her face telling him he needn’t worry, that she was good, and was simply basking in the moment.
“Can I offer you the towel now?” he asked after a minute or so, both of them having finally recovered their breaths.
“Yes. Yes, I think that would be a good idea,” she said, looking down at the mess covering her chest and upper stomach. “A really good idea.”
He offered to clean it for her, but she waved him off. “It’s just easier this way,” she stated, sitting up next to him.
Ivore leaned in and kissed her, momentarily distracting them both, thoughts of a second round entering his head…and probably hers too, judging by how thoroughly she kissed him back.
Then, almost as one, their stomachs rumbled loudly, a reminder of what the plan had been before an inadvertent butt and door handle had changed their relationship completely.
Blue eyes met amber, and Violet collapsed into him, the two of them laughing hysterically at the inside joke, struggling for breath harder than they had minutes earlier.
How had they gone from a simple shower before food to this?
Ivore didn’t know the answer, but he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face for the rest of the evening.