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“But you’re in need.” She repeats herself, although she drops her hands and waits for my orders.
“Yes I am. But unlike you I can pleasure myself if I need to.” My sweet little treasure narrows her eyes at me.
“It doesn’t seem fair that I shouldn’t be able to please myself when needed.”
“Never said what we’re doing is fair. Did I?”
She purses her lips although she’s less defiant than anticipated. “No, Sir.”
“Do you want to suck me off?” My dick pulses with need at my question.
She presses her lips in a firm line and seems to consider my words. Oh, fuck that. She may have topped from the bottom earlier, but if she’s thinking of doing that now there’s going to be hell to pay.
Finally, after too fucking long, she relaxes her shoulders and looks up at me and says, with a sweet-as-fucking-can-be voice, “Could I please suck your cock, Sir?”
I don’t let my relief show, not the enjoyment I have from this entertaining moment. After all I am in fact in need.
Sliding the rough pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, I answer, “Yes, I want you to take care of me with your mouth.”
With a playful glint and a sinful simper, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth again. Her eyes close and her cheeks hollow. I nearly lose it far too quickly when she moans. The vibrations send pleasure through every nerve ending in my body.
Her tongue swirls along the head of my dick and I fucking have to put my hands on the back of her head and push her down father. I need to feel the soft spot in the back of her throat at the head of my dick. She has to stretch her jaw some, but she covers her teeth with her lips and takes almost half of me in. It’s more than I thought she’d be able to take. I push my dick down her throat even more and feel her stretch and swallow my length before I pull back.
I find myself bracing against the wall again, the hot shower beating down against my back.
She takes a gasp of air and immediately goes back to bobbing up and down my length, massaging the underside with her tongue.
Before I can stop myself, I find my release. My legs go weak, and I stand paralyzed as a tingle shoots up my spine and my balls tighten. I don’t mean to, but watching her enjoy herself sets me off and I don’t have time to stop myself. She moans as I release in the back of her throat. I put my hand on her neck to keep her there until every last drop is out of me. As I pull back, I see her swallowing with a look of pride. She’s fucking perfect. On her knees in front of me, taking me on like she fucking owns me.
Slightly out of breath, I smile down at her and offer her my hand. She accepts it with a small smile until her eyes look down at my still-hard dick. Her mouth drops in shock, and I chuckle at her. Yeah, once isn’t going to be enough with her. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Do you want me?—”
I shake my head and cut her off. “No.”
Her eyes fall as she asks, “Did I not do it right?” It takes me a moment to realize her question is meant to be taken seriously. I came in under five minutes and she’s questioning if she did it right?
“Yes, my treasure.” I kiss her neck and then her lips. She molds her lips to mine and leans into me. I pull back and wrap an arm around her to lead her out of the shower and over to the vanity. “You were perfect, in fact.” It may be hypocritical of me, but the idea that she was that fucking perfect because she’s practiced before hits me and I can’t contain the jealousy that creeps in. I keep my voice calm as I ask, “Have you done that before?” I know she was a virgin, but I’m not sure quite how inexperienced she is.
She shakes her head and swallows thickly before answering, “No. I’ve never done anything like this.” It’s unexpected how much that pleases me. To have her in ways no one else has.
I wrap a towel around her and have her sit at the vanity. The door opens with a creak and takes my attention back to the events of the day and I make a note to be quick. If that’s her breakfast, I don’t want it to get cold. I grab a mix of oils from the cabinet and rub them in my hands before slowly raking my hands through her hair. It will leave her hair shiny and smooth. Her pale skin is perfect. Her neck is tall and slender. Her eyes are worn and slightly darkened underneath, but with healthy eating habits and plenty of sleep and relaxation, that will fix itself. Kara is most definitely beautiful. How no one else has claimed her I’ll never understand. As our eyes meet in the mirror, I tell her sincerely, “You are beautiful.” I rest my hand at her throat and grasp her chin with my thumb and finger to tilt her lips to mine.
When I pull back, her eyes are still closed and she swallows thickly. “Drago?” Her tone makes me worry. I search her face, but I don’t know what to expect.
“Yes, Kara?”
She finally opens her eyes and asks, “What are you going to do with me?” Her voice is calm and even as though there’s only curiosity in the question, but her eyes are burdened.
Of all the things to ask, it’s that question? My heart aches for her. I know what she wants to hear. I remember what she admitted last night, about her fear of falling in love with me. And yet, I’ve kept her, I’ve fucked her. And I expect her to stay without giving her the security I know she desires. I want her. I want her more than I’ve wanted anything. Almost anything. I want a family. I want dragonlings. The truth is, her heat has waned. If she isn’t scenting of pregnancy in the next day or so, then there is little hope of her being a mate for me. My heart clenches in pain at the thought as I stare back into her eyes.
“I told you I’m keeping you.”
“For how long?” she questions, and I stare back not knowing how to answer. Somewhere deep inside me a primitive need for her begs the answer forever. “You said you wanted to heal me, but you already have.”
I answer honestly. “I intend to always take care of you. Whether that means this or something else.” As I say the words and watch her face fall with disappointment, my stomach drops. I fucking hate myself. She’s given me all of herself and I can’t promise the same in return. I lift her chin up to give her a kiss, but she pulls her head to the left and out of my grasp.
“Kara.” I nearly growl. She turns to face me with a look that could kill and tears in her eyes. I almost lose my resolve. “I will not make promises to you before I know whether or not I can keep them.” That voice inside me whispers, yes you can. I shake the thought away and look back to my Kara. “I’ll take care of you. Every bit of you. Physically and emotionally. Let that be enough for now.” Although I haven’t worded it as a question, I know my eyes are pleading with her.
