Dagger
Ezra isn’t the type of guy I should get involved with.
Hell, I shouldn’t get involved with anyone. I’m on the run, for dragon’s sake. Somehow, though, there’s just something about him that gets me. There’s something about him that makes me feel like I’m more than just some girl.
I’m more than just the nanny.
I’m more.
I’m more when I’m with him, and I sort of love that. I love that feeling. I want to hold onto it, bottle it up, and keep it forever. I want to feel this way for always. I want to feel this for an eternity.
I know that I can’t, so for now, I take what he’s willing to give me. I take what he offers. I take his kiss, and I give him one of my own. I take from Ezra and I offer myself wholly to him.
We don’t have forever.
We don’t have an eternity.
But we have this night.
We have this moment.
So I kiss him like he’s the only man on Sapphira. I kiss him like he’s the only one who matters. I kiss him like the sky is falling.
I kiss him.
He lets me touch him as we kiss. My hair falls around his face, creating a little space where only the two of us exist. He doesn’t move as my hands explore his chest, his neck, his jaw. He doesn’t move as I grind against him, as my hands make their way down his sides. He doesn’t move.
Ezra groans when I slide my tongue in his mouth. He kisses me back harder, faster, needier. He kisses me like this means just as much to him as it does to me, and I feel like I’m floating.
“Ezra,” I murmur, pulling back only slightly. His eyes are closed, but he opens them when I whisper his name.
“Dagger?”
“I want you,” I say. “Please.”
He touches me now, sliding his hands up my back and then back down, settling on my waist.
“What are you asking me for, Dagger? What do you need, darling?”
“Please,” I groan. He has to smell my arousal. He just has to. I know he’s turn on, too: I can feel it. I can feel his length rubbing against me. I know he’s big, and thick, and I want him. I want to ride him. I want to play with him. I want pleasure and for just a little while, I want to forget about my life.
I just want to live in this moment with Ezra.
“Tell me,” he whispers. His eyes do that thing where they flash different colors: purple, green, blue.
“I want you to fuck me, Ezra. I want you to fuck me hard. Please. I’ll die if you say no. I need it. I need you now. Please.”
I’m begging, but I’m not embarrassed. I’m too far gone to feel embarrassed. I’ll say anything he wants to hear if it just means he’ll give me his cock, if it means he’ll slide it inside of me.
“Of course,” he says. His voice has turned deeper: thick with arousal. “Take off your clothes, baby. Show me.” The nest is too small to stand up. It’s too small for us to move around very much at all. Somehow, I manage to kick off my shoes and wiggle out of my pants and tank top. I’m not wearing a bra or panties. It was the middle of the night when I left Mars. I had been planning on going to sleep for the night: not running for my life.
I climb back onto Ezra so I’m straddling him, but I’m naked now, and he looks at me.
“It’s too dark to see me,” I say.
“No, beautiful. I can see you just perfectly. Fuck, you’re even more perfect than I thought you would be.” He runs his hands up and down my sides before moving them to my front. Ezra’s hands are rough and calloused, reminding me that he’s had to work hard to get to where he is.
He’s dedicated.
He’s determined.
He’s strong.
I don’t mind the way his hands feel against my soft skin. I like it. It turns me on even more and I wonder how I’ve managed to live this long without sleeping with a Sapphiran. Not just any Sapphiran, though: him. I wonder how I’ve managed to live this long without sleeping with him.
Somehow, I feel like I’m coming alive in this moment.
I feel like this is the moment my whole life has been building toward.
I feel like this is going to be the greatest moment of my entire life.
In fifty years – if I live that long – I’ll look back on this moment and remember. I’ll look back and think, that’s when everything changed. That’s when my life began. That’s when I finally felt like I was free.
And then Ezra’s hands cover my breasts, inciting a lust-filled haze.
“Oh,” I murmur.
“Beautiful,” he repeats. He squeezes my breasts gently, then bounces them one at a time with his hands.
“Have you ever been with a human?” I ask. I’m not jealous or worried. I’m genuinely curious because he seems so fascinated with me.
“Never,” he admits. “Have you been with a Sapphiran?”
“No,” I tell him.
“Good. I want to be your first.” He places a hand on my back and presses down so I’m leaning toward him. I’m not sure what he’s doing at first, but then he closes his lips around my breast and sucks hard.
Instantly, my pussy becomes even wetter. I’m drenched with arousal and probably coating his clothes completely. He doesn’t seem to notice or mind.
“So perfect,” he groans, and starts to lick and suck on the opposite breast. Back and forth, he moves between the two, covering my skin with kisses and soft touches. He bites me gently, but it doesn’t hurt, and then goes back to kissing, licking, and sucking. He spends so much time on my breasts that for a minute, I forget about everything except the way this feels. I close my eyes and just focus on the sensations he’s creating.
I close my eyes and lose myself.
Then he shifts his body and I feel his length pressing between my legs.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“I need to get out of my pants,” he says.
I scurry back, out of the way, and Ezra takes off his boots, his pants, and his shirt. He’s naked, and entirely blue. It’s almost too dark for me to see him, but there’s a thin streak of moonlight coming into the nest and I can see the way his skin glows slightly. He’s the beautiful one, the perfect one.
He looks like he was made for sex.
He looks like he’s been waiting for a girl like me to ride him.
He lays back down and I climb up him, kissing and licking as I move up his body. He sucks in a breath every now and then, and I focus on giving those areas extra attention. There’s a spot on his thigh where he likes to be licked. There’s an area near his waist where he likes to be nibbled on. I make a mental note of these things so I can remember for next time, so I’ll know what to do when we’re ready to play again.
When I’m straddling him again, I hover just above his cock.
“Are you ready, sweetie?” He asks. He sounds nervous, like he thinks I’m going to take this away, like he thinks I’m not as ready as I said I was.
Instead of answering Ezra, I lower myself onto his dick. He’s thick, and it takes me a little while to lower myself completely.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. “Take your time. We have all the time in the world.”
“You might be too big,” I blush.
“No,” he shakes his head. “You were born to take me, Dagger, so take me.”
Then he thrusts up into me, filling me, and the scream I let out is one of pure pleasure.