“Ooooh,” I moan. His cock is so big it takes me a few tries to stretch around him. When he’s all the way in, I gasp again. His head rubs a spot that makes lights flash behind my eyes. Goddamn.
Then he starts to move. Slowly at first. I might be impatient because I grip his shoulders tight. He stops moving.
“Too much?”
“Fuck me harder.”
He chuckles in response.
“It’s not funny!” I’m seconds away from rolling him over and riding him when he starts to glide in and out in a smooth rhythm. My eyelids flutter and my eyes threaten to roll back into my head. “Oh God.”’ I sound drunk.
“Good?” he growls.
Each thrust has me seeing stars. I dig my nails into his shoulder. “So good,” I gasp. “Keep doing that.”
He slows again, the contrary jerk. Argh!
I give him a death glare. His lips curl up in a slow smile, and he nuzzles the side of my neck. “Ready?”
“For what?”
“For this,” he says. Then he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside me.
I explode. My climax detonates like a bomb. Lights flash, colors dance. My shriek rings in my ears. My inner muscles clamp onto Danek’s cock, pulsing with aftershocks.
I’m still quivering when he does it again. And again. And again. Then he lets go and just pounds away. His cock slams into me like my pussy has called its virility into question and it has something to prove. It’s awesome. I might not be able to walk straight tomorrow, but I am here for it.
Walking straight is overrated anyway.
I lose track of how many orgasms I’ve had when he plants himself deep and fills me, triggering one final climax.
I collapse on the bed, aftershocks still running through me. I’m entirely spent. Completely sated. Utterly satisfied.
Eventually, I drag myself up. I’m covered in oil and I have epic sex hair—that crazy, standing-on-end hairstyle that can only be achieved through hours of sweaty, mind-altering sex. Or sticking a finger in a light socket.
“Naomi,” Danek murmurs. “You’re so beautiful.” The way he’s looking at me—awe and lust and... tenderness?—I don’t know how to react. I swallow, running a hand through my hair, which only messes it up worse. I back away and trip over something. The lingerie. I swipe it off the floor and hold it up. “I’m glad I packed this.”
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Umm…” I wrinkle my nose. I don’t exactly look sexy right now. I’m pretty sure I look like something the floofs dragged in.
“You don’t think we’re done, are you?” He shakes his head. “Come here, Naomi.”
A wicked thrill runs through me. “Make me.”
He laughs, low and soft. Then he launches himself off the bed. Two hundred plus pounds of sexy Draekon coming at me. I toss the lingerie one direction as a distraction and dive the other way. He sees through my bluff and catches me, lifting me easily and carrying me back to bed.
We end up locked in a silly struggle. He’s bigger, faster, and stronger, but I’m small and slippery because of the oil. We wrestle, laughing as we grapple, careful not to accidentally graze any tender parts.
“Surrender,” he growls.
“Never!” I slide out of his hold and attach myself like a barnacle to his back. A horny barnacle with boobs. I might have taken the opportunity to rub myself against him. He whirls and flips me on my back. I scramble up, ready to attack but somehow end up grabbing his erection and hooking my legs around his hips.
And that’s how we end up having sex half-on, half-off the bed. Danek pumps inside me slowly, taking his time and grinding against me whenever he bottoms out. If he wanted to find an effective way to make me limp with pleasure, mission accomplished. By the time he comes again, there are nail marks on his back, and my throat is hoarse from screaming.
Oh wow.
I cling to him, tucking my head into the crook of his neck to avoid looking at him. When he came, I saw that tender look on his face again, and I don’t know what to make of it
Get up, Naomi. Sex is okay. Cuddling is not.
I clear my throat. “Maybe we should, you know, get cleaned up.”
He strokes my hair. “Okay.”
Disentangling myself from his arms. I stagger off the bed and step into the bathroom. “Holy hell.” My hair now looks like I was hit by lightning.
Oh well. I just came more times than I can count. A certain amount of sex hair is expected. And our bathroom is nice and luxurious. There’s a big area where we can stand under a spray of water. In fact, it’s big enough to hold two of us.
I stick my head back into the bedroom. Danek is still stretched out on the bed, his bronze muscles and impressive cock on display. He’s still half hard.
“Naomi?” Danek says, and I realize I’m staring. Let’s call a spade a spade: I’m shamelessly ogling him. I can’t help it. He’s completely gorgeous.
You can’t keep him. You know that.
I push that thought away and waggle my eyebrows at him. “Have you ever had sex in the shower?”
17
Naomi
Later, much later, when the dome moves to ‘night’ mode, we lie on the bed, next to each other, close but not touching. We’re silent, lost in our own thoughts. Outside the bedroom, Pumpkin, Plague, and Pestilence have finally abandoned their quest to persuade me to let them into the bedroom, and skitter around the house, their tiny paws clicking on the floor. In a few minutes, if I’m lucky, the three little critters will gorge themselves on sugar and fall asleep. If I’m not, they’ll jump on the kitchen counter and express their displeasure by pushing things to the floor. They’re very cat-like that way.
For a few minutes, I just lie on
