Jessica
He’s wearing too many clothes.
All I can think as we kiss is that he’s wearing too many clothes and I don’t like it.
Shouldn’t there be a rule that says dragon mates need to be naked at all times?
Shouldn’t there be some sort of policy that dictates the proper attire for mates?
I think so.
I’ll have to talk to the clan leader, Emerson, about getting something set up. Emerson has been mated for a long time. Surely he’ll agree with me about partners not wearing clothes.
As Matthew kisses me, I tug on his shirt and pants. Despite the lust-filled haze that clouds my mind, I manage to undress him somehow. Maybe I just tore off his clothes. I’m not sure. Either way, it’s only a few minutes before he’s naked on his back, and I’m hovering above him.
I look down at him for a long minute.
He’s beautiful, really. He’s got bright eyes and a lovely smile. His skin is lighter than mine. It’s smooth and soft. His abs are hard and toned: one of those genetic perks to being a shifter.
And then there’s everything lower than that.
There’s everything I want.
Matthew is still as I run my hands over his front. I touch every inch of him here. My hands move of their own accord to his nipples, his belly button, and his abs. I touch and stroke and rub as much as I want. Soon, he’s making little moaning noises that are starting to drive me crazy.
I know I’m going to need more, but I want this to last as long as possible.
This is the moment.
This is when everything changes between me and Matthew.
Once we’re bonded, that’s it.
There’s no going back.
No second thoughts.
A dragon bonds for life, for eternity, and I’m so fucking happy that Matthew is the one I’m about to give my heart to. I may have only known him a short time, but I know that I can trust him. I know that Matthew will never lie to me, will never deceive me. I know that when he promises me he’s going to try as hard as he can, that I can believe his words are true.
And then I move my hands lower.
“Baby,” he murmurs.
“You like me touching your cock, Matthew?”
I stroke his length, squeezing it in my hand. He’s girthy and thick. I like the weight of his cock in my hand as I play with him here in the forest.
He really went above and beyond setting up this entire romantic rendezvous for us. The least I can do, I think, is to make him moan with pleasure now. The very least I can do is to make him come undone with excitement.
“Tell me,” I whisper. “Let me hear you say it.”
“I love it, baby. I love how you stroke my dick. You’re so fucking good at it, Jessica. Give me more, sweetheart.”
I rub him harder, faster. I reposition myself so I’m closer to his head, and I kiss him as I continue to play with him. He groans, thrusting his hips up, pushing himself into my hand. I grip him more tightly, stroking him, enjoying each hitch of his breath as he becomes more and more aroused.
“Fuck, Jessica,” he groans. “I’m not going to be able to wait much longer, baby. Not if you keep that up. You’re a fucking pro, sweetheart. You know that?”
I giggle and kiss him deeply, tasting him, running my hands through his hair as I move to straddle him. Matthew may have set up this entire date, but I’m about to make it one he’s never going to forget.
“I love you,” I whisper, nipping his neck.
“I love you.”
I hear the words, and I sink down onto his cock completely. He fills me totally, and I hold still for a moment as I adjust to his length. Matthew rubs my breasts, sliding his hands over them and down to my clit, where he begins to play and touch. My entire body clenches at the sensation, and I realize that although this might be our first time, it’s not going to last very long for either of us.
As I begin to ride him, I take his hand and bring his wrist to my mouth. It’s instinct. I don’t know if all dragons mate this way, but it’s how I want to claim Matthew as my own. It’s how I want to mark him. I want his wrist, and I take it, sinking my teeth deep into his skin. He hisses as the blood pours out of his wrist over my tongue, but I quickly seal the wound with my tongue. Healing properties: it’s one trick I never get tired of.
“My turn, baby,” he murmurs. For a minute, I think he’s going to push me onto my back so he can top me for a little while, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes my wrist, too, and brings it to his mouth. “Forever and always, Jessica.” Then his teeth sink into my wrist and I feel a burning sensation that bursts through my entire body. It’s both painful and exciting, and I’ve never felt so alive as I feel myself becoming linked to Matthew.
I feel us bonding.
I feel the mating claim.
Before I realize it’s over, I feel his tongue lapping at my skin, sealing the open wound, and I look down at him.
“Your eyes,” I whisper.
“What about them?”
“You’re crying.”
“Jessica, this is the best moment of my entire damn life. I think it’s okay to cry a little bit, given the circumstances. Don’t you?”
I nod, and I kiss him. He holds me for a long minute as we both allow the emotions and feelings to wash over us. This is incredible. This is insane. This is forever, I realize. It’s him and me and eternity.
And then he thrusts up deeply into me, and I groan, completely giving my body over to the waves of pleasure that wash over me. It’s an orgasm bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before, and all I can do is grip his shoulders and hold on, hoping I don’t float away from the pure excitement that fills me in this moment.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs. “You look so damn sexy when you come.”
“Please,” I whisper. “Come for me, Matthew. Come for me, too.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs, and then Matthew closes his eyes and I feel the orgasm rip through his body, too. He thrusts deeper into me, filling me, marking me as his beloved mate forever. I collapse on top of him, holding him, and he kisses me in the moonlight.
“I love you, beautiful girl,” he says.
“And I love you, dragon man.”