Sasha’s first real orgasm turned into two as she saw how much her mate enjoyed her taste and scent. Seeing him pulling her closer so he could explore further into her pussy and caress every single fold sent her into a frenzy. The far-off crashing wave suddenly throbbed through every part of her, running through her belly and legs and making her nipples and clit burn with need. The pressure inside her was so great she ground against Whelon’s mouth.
“Lick me! Eat me!” she screamed. “Oh God, shaa kouvi, eat me as hard as you can.” She reached down and threaded her hands into his thick, midnight hair and thrust her hips, seeking the pressure of his mouth more firmly. Whelon moaned in pleasure and his efforts with his lips and tongue increased ten-fold.
Sasha let go of everything as the multiple orgasms ran into each other and became one. She had no tension left. She lay limply on the bed while she shuddered and shook with untold pleasure.
Whelon did not stop until the spasms began to die down and he looked up, resting his cheek on her leg. “Are you well, shaa kouva?”
She stared down at him, panting. He rose and crawled up the bed so he could recline at her side. He opened his arms and Sasha knew he was content.
But she was not.
She grabbed his shoulder and thrust herself at him, rolling them both until she straddled his hips. He smiled as she leaned down to kiss him, nibbling on his lips—tasting her salty-sweetness—as she slid against him with her hips.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Whelon lay flat on his back, wings tucked comfortably beneath him, as he stared up at Sasha in the dim, flickering light. The TV reflected images against the dark walls, changing the perspective every second.
All Whelon saw was her wide smile and the satisfaction in her eyes. He hadn’t just made her happy. He had given her the courage to explore her own sexuality.
She tightened her grip on his shoulders with her small, pale hands, and slid her hips back and forth, teasing them both. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of her pussy sliding up and down his length. He was going crazy with her soft, wet sexlips just grazing the full length of his cock, and he trembled with his need to thrust deep inside her warm, waiting center.
He put his head back against the pillows, forcing himself to lie still beneath her sensual onslaught. His muscles trembled as he put all his energy into submitting to his mate.
When he had gathered some semblance of self-control, he stared up at Sasha once more, seeing she still had her eyes closed with a small frown furrowing her brow. She moved against the pressure of her hands locked onto his shoulders and pressed her hips down until he experienced the heave of her slick, hot inner lips along his cock.
He groaned as she worked herself against him. Then shudders poured through her and a new wave of warm wetness painted his cock—his sweet Sasha’s release—and his body jerked in response to the delicious sensations. Again he admonished himself to remain still.
Soon, she settled, her eyes fluttering open as her hips slowed and she stared down at him with a sweet, naughty smile.
He reached up and gently gripped her hips, jiggling against her just a little. “Are you ready for this, my Sasha?”
She hesitated, a flash of uncertainty ghosting across her features as she nodded. “But not like this.” She slipped off him, curling against his side. “I want you on top. I’m not… confident. Yet.”
The breathy quality of her voice and her uncertain manner spurred the beast deep inside him. She was so tender, so sweet.
So innocent.
And she wants me to take charge.
He practically panted from the intensity. She rolled to her back and he followed the movement to settle atop her. He balanced himself easily with his hands resting on the bed just above her shoulders. She stared up, her eyes brimmed with desire but tempered by fear.
Whelon ached to have her hot and begging, but he realized that wasn’t going to happen. She needed him to make the move and this was as close as she could come to willing and ravenous. She wanted him, that was clear in her words and manner.
Hopefully soon, my shaa kouva will attack me like a wildcat, he thought. Until then, I shall handle her as gently as I would a gilded lily.
He ran one hand down her body, savoring every touch of her skin under his fingertips and palm. He slid that hand between their bodies and gently positioned his cock at her tight entrance.
She was so wet that his cock slipped easily into the mouth of her center. Though he was so large, he immediately felt resistance to his presence and slowed. He put his free hand on her shoulder and slowly pressed forward with his hips.
Her eyes snapped open, wide and blue, as she grabbed at his shoulders and squirmed, her long legs going in all directions. She struggled against his body while he slowly and steadily kept pressing his huge, thick shaft through her slick pink lips.
He leaned down and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her face to his neck. He was nearly fully seated when she suddenly flailed and screamed.
“No! Stop, stop!”
He froze even though his body begged him to go on. One sharp thrust and he would be balls deep within his mate. It was so close, so very close. His body trembled, but he held himself still. Barely.
“Do you wish to stop?” His voice was soft but came out with a low growl as the dragon rose hotly in his blood. It was so close to
