Cameron
Peggy tastes like sunshine.
Rainbows.
Strawberries.
Happiness.
She is everything I never thought I was meant to have and more.
Suddenly, I think I understand why the idea of mates is so important to the dragons. It’s because part of me was missing, and I had no idea until now. Half of my heart was broken off, lost to the world, and I didn’t even realize it until I found it.
Until I found Peggy.
She kisses me over and over, running her hands over my face and through my hair. I don’t mind her curious touching. It’s endearing, and it’s turning me on more than it should.
The truth is that I’ve never had a mate before, so I’m not exactly sure how this entire thing is supposed to work, but I’m filled with a deep sense of peace I’ve never felt before. I’m filled with the knowledge that somehow, everything is going to be just fine.
I’ve found my true mate.
Together, we’re going to be able to conquer the world.
Soon, we’re going to have to deal with Lucky and figuring out a battle plan and determining how we’re going to move forward. We’re going to have to fight for our lives, most likely, and we’re going to have to discover a way to work together and move forward once this is over. No matter what happens, it’s going to end, but I’m not scared anymore.
Because I have Peggy now.
With each kiss, a little bit of my pain and anxiety begins to fade away, replaced with comfort, with companionship, with love. She adores me, I realize, and I feel the same way about her. I don’t know very much about Peggy yet, but I know I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life taking care of her.
She wiggles out of my arms and looks up at me.
“Cameron?”
“Yes?”
“I need you,” she says.
“I need you, too,” I tell her honestly. “I didn’t know this was what the mating bond felt like. I didn’t know any of this until now.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “I need you.”
Then she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it in the grass. My yard is surrounded with trees. There’s no chance of anyone seeing her, of sneaking up on us. While dragons aren’t usually shy or modest when it comes to things like sex, I kind of just want Peggy to myself right now.
I’m mesmerized as she undresses slowly, teasingly. She takes off everything except for her bra and panties, and then she turns around. Her hands find her bra clasp and she undoes it. Then slowly, slowly, slowly, she drops the garment on the ground. She wiggles out of her panties and kicks those aside, and then the waiting is done.
She turns around, and she smiles at me.
“You’re even prettier than I expected.”
“You flatter me.”
“I’m just sorry I’m not nicer for you to look at,” I tell her.
Peggy raises an eyebrow and saunters toward me. She moves slowly, seductively. I can’t look away until she’s directly in front of me. Then I close my eyes as she reaches for me. Every sense seems to be on full alert. My entire body is on fire, waiting for her. Ready for her.
We need her.
Peggy’s hands are on my chest.
“You seem pretty nice to me,” she whispers, sliding her hands up and down my chest. She takes her time, teasing me. I stand still as she explores each inch of my chest and sides. Then I hear her move around to my back. “Oh yes,” she says. “I can appreciate a great ass, Cameron, and yours is out of this world.”
I chuckle at the compliment, but I continue to hold still while the sexy little human explores me. It’s a unique feeling, but I think I could get used to this. I think I could get used to letting her have this control over me.
We’ve only just met, but already I feel powerless when it comes to Peggy. She could ask me to fly her to the moon and I’d do it. I’d do anything for her.
She keeps touching me, and my arousal grows. My cock is rock-hard and throbbing, and even though she hasn’t touched me there, I know there’s no way she’s missed how she makes me feel.
“Peggy,” I murmur, and she chuckles.
“Yes?”
“Kiss me.”
She stops laughing and moves in front of me. My eyes are still closed, but I can hear her standing in front of me. She steps forward, pressing her breasts against my chest, and she kisses me soft and sweet. The kiss quickly turns dark, though, and she grabs my hair, pulling me closer to her, and then instinct takes over.
I lift her and she wraps her legs around me. She rotates her hips, grinding against me, and I kiss her deeply as she touches me, plays with me. I kiss her neck, running my hands over her body, and then I carry her to the center of the yard and lay her down in the soft, plush grass.
“Here?” She asks.
“Here,” I whisper, and now it’s my turn to explore her.
Peggy lays perfectly still as I kiss her from her neck to her toes and back up again. I lick the sides of her thighs and she giggles, trying to wiggle away.
“I’m ticklish,” she protests, but I shake my head.
“Hold still, little human,” I murmur. “Dragons bite.”
With that, she does her best to stay perfectly still. She still wiggles a little, but she manages to get her giggling under control, and I keep licking and tasting her body. Exploring her is a treat in and of itself. Although I’ve made love to women before, I’ve never been with a human, and I’ve never been with someone who just let me take my time.
“You’re so perfect,” I tell her.
“I feel the same way about you,” Peggy whispers.
I suck each of her breasts, teasing and taunting her nipples with my tongue. I bite each of them gently, watching carefully to see if she likes it. Peggy arches her back, pushing her breasts further into my mouth, and I realize that she does like this.
She loves it.
So I give her more.
Over and over, I kiss and lick her nipples. Then I move slowly down her belly, kissing and sucking and nibbling until I reach the top of her soft, sweet pussy.
“Cameron,” she whispers.
“I hope you aren’t suddenly feeling shy,” I tell her. “Because I’m dying to eat this pretty pussy until you come all over my face.”
“Cameron,” she squeaks, and I glance up to see her blushing. “I should take a shower first.”
“Hush,” I tell her, and I start to lick her.
Any embarrassment or nervousness she may have been feeling instantly flees. I feel Peggy melt deeper into the grass as I lick and suck on her clit. She arches her back as she nears orgasm. Oh, I know she’s so close she can taste it, and I’m going to push her over the edge. Quickly, I slide one finger inside of her, pressing into her tightness.
“Cameron,” she whispers again.
This time, my name is a moan.
A whisper.
A promise.
I slide a second finger inside of Peggy and begin to thrust in and out. Still kissing her, licking her, I look up to see her eyes closed and her mouth forming my name one last time.
“Cameron,” she whispers.
And then the orgasm sweeps over her, and she stops talking.