Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,91
the first time. I feel gorgeous. I feel so sexy as I watch him take me in. I see his jaw tighten. I see his Adam’s apple work. I see his eyes darken. “You’re fucking beautiful. Incredible.” He pulls his jeans down his thighs, and his cock springs free. Yes, cock. This isn’t a penis. I could never call that a penis. Bolt’s member is long and thick. He has a cock.
I bite on my bottom lip.
“Miss Shaw,” he whispers as he takes my mouth, biting my bottom lip. Quite hard. I yelp, but only because I feel that bite between my legs. He settles himself between my thighs, lifting my legs up against his back. His finger is on my clit. His mouth on my neck. My ear. My breasts. I moan, digging my fingers into his back.
He kisses me, biting my lip a second time. I make a strange noise. It’s strangled sounding. I feel this coiling inside me. This tightening. I’m going to come again. It’s going to happen. I’ve never come twice with a guy before.
“I’m going to fuck you, Miss Shaw,” Bolt says, his voice deep. He kisses me hard and quick.
I can feel him there. I can only moan. My vocal cords are beyond speech. Then he’s filling me and filling me and filling me. He pulls back a little as it becomes too much, slowly easing back in. “Fucking tight,” he groans, sounding strained. There’s also pleasure laced into his voice.
His finger is back on my clit as he bottoms out. His mouth is on mine. He works my clit for a while. I go from ragged breathing to deep groaning. He eases off my clit and pulls back so that he can look into my eyes. “Ready?”
For what? Ready for… I want to ask him but I can’t, so instead I nod. His eyes are on mine. He’s using one arm to take his weight. He’s using the other to hold one of my legs up higher. Then he starts moving. Hard punchy thrusts that take my breath away from the word go. My mouth falls open. I don’t expect it, but the coiling is back. The tightening. The urgency. The need. At first, I can’t make so much as a sound. I can’t do anything but gape. My eyes are wide and on his. His face is strained but beautiful. So beautiful. His eyes are on me. I can’t look away.
When I start breathing again, it’s ragged. Like I can’t get enough air. My fingers grip his shoulders tighter. My legs grip him tighter too. I’m groaning. I’m making some other noise. I can’t stop. I’m loud. I don’t usually make this much noise, if at all. I can’t help it.
The coiling.
The tightening.
I’m there.
Right there.
“Oh…” Bolt growls. “Ash.” It’s a deep rasp. “Oh…Ashley.” I see a flicker of something in his eyes. An emotion. I know at that moment that Bolt has real feelings for me. That, and him saying my name…it has me spiraling out of control. He grunts, pulling my leg up higher. He’s jerking into me. Saying my name again. I think I might curse some more. I’m not sure. I definitely say his name as well. I orgasm for a long time. He finally slows, easing in and out of me. Then he buries his face in my breasts. We’re both panting hard.
“You don’t…need a…sex therapist.” I want to kick myself. I can’t believe I just said that.
Bolt chuckles. “No…I don’t. I think I just need you.”
It’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. I feel my eyes prickle. He might not have meant it to sound so romantic, but it did.
Bolt pulls back. He looks deep into my eyes. “What do you say we get you fed? I want to do some more of this, but first you need food.” He kisses me softly and carefully.
Then he starts to pull away. “Does this mean you’re going to call me Ashley from now on?”
“One step at a time. I think maybe when I’m inside you, I’ll call you by your first name. How’s that?”
I know deep inside that he has a fear of commitment. I’m not sure why, only that it’s there. I’ll take it because it’s a step in the right direction. Bolt said one step at a time. “Sure…that’s fine. You’re still inside me right now.”
“I guess I am…Ashley.” His voice is super deep. His…cock is getting hard all over again.