He inclined his head, his hair momentarily appearing to be a crest of horns instead of soft strands. He took another step and she tried to wrench her eyes away. Her gaze landed on the front of his pants and she gasped at the sight of them tented out by his own arousal. Her desire was rising, the wetness almost to the point of dripping. “Yes,” he said. “And do you know why?”
“Please,” she said. “Please don’t…hurt me.”
He smiled his predator smile. Lionel leaned toward her, his mouth inclined toward her ear. “Lily,” he whispered. His breath was incredibly hot on her neck, “Even my kind have needs.” She gasped suddenly when she felt the flat of his hand between her legs, pushing strongly against the base of her belly. His fingers trailed downward, curling closer to the top of her wet heat, and she moaned slightly.
“Don’t kill me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He licked her earlobe and she shuddered when fire and lightning rippled down her spine. “I’ll try,” he whispered back.
Before she could react to his words he wrapped both hands around her slim waist and lifted, turning and depositing her on the edge of his desk. It was strongly made and didn’t even shiver at the impact. Lionel pushed her skirt back to reveal the hidden cleft that was putting forth so much heat and moisture. He grinned and she saw the dragon behind his smile. “Do you know why dragons prefer virgins?” he asked. Lily shook her head mutely.
Lionel knelt by the desk, his powerful head level with her knees. “Because they taste the best.” He tugged at her panties and Lilly pushed up on her hands to loosen them. He pulled them down to her knees and then off, and then he put his face up next to her. She moaned when he blew on her, the fire in his breath streaking through her body. She had never been with a man before but that wasn’t to say that she had never pleasured herself with fingers and vibrator in the past. Her previous experiences simply didn’t compare to his tongue and his fingertips. He stroked at the delicate skin of her inner thighs, his touch as hot as his breath. She wondered if he was burning her and decided she didn’t care.
Lily moaned and he chuckled. “Mm. I thought you might like that. You’re so soft and delicate, my dear.”
She caught her breath and said, “Oh, mister Socard. Why…why me?” She lost it again when he stroked at her netherlips, his finger tracing a faint line from top to bottom on each side.
He chuckled. “Lionel will do, Lily. It’s as I told you. You have the best taste. Untouched by another, unsullied by some human’s seed…Lily, come fly with me.” He finally kissed at her, and then his tongue teased at the hood that covered her pearl. She shuddered as he caressed her, his tongue even more skilled than his fingers. He worried at her, opening her bit by bit until she was shivering and moaning. She wanted to seize his hair but settled for running her fingers through it instead.
He went on until she was shuddering and calling his name, and then he slowed his restless tongue. He eventually stood and started to unbuckle his pants. Her shudders faded but she still wanted him. She said, “Yes, Lionel, please…”
He grinned, unhurried in his movements. He pushed he pants down to reveal himself and she gasped. She’d seen pictures but they hadn’t seemed quite so large there. The desire overcame her fear when he stepped closer to her again. She kept her legs spread wide, and she didn’t shy away when he neared her. He felt as hot as glowing steel between her thighs but his eyes were calm and comforting.
Finally he was at her lips again and this time he didn’t slow. He reached around to hold her, both hands full while he pushed into her. Lily’s eyes widened when she stretched to allow him access. She worried that he would tear her open and for a moment when he broke through her internal barrier she was afraid that he had done so, but she was more flexible than she thought she was. There was pain and joy mixed together, and through it all there was the burning heat and desire. He filled her, and then again, and again until he was fully sheathed in her. Lily shifted, trying to adjust to the feel of him inside her, but his size made it difficult.
Then Lionel leaned his head forward and kissed her on the lips for the first time and she forgot all about the discomfort. His lips were as hot as the rest of him, the inner fires searing her. She was surprised when he slid his tongue between her lips, giving him a dazed whimper. Awareness of his shaft inside her returned slowly, but he kept distracting her with his incredibly experienced tongue. He pulled his hips away, and she was so tight that her hips slid toward him along the polished surface of the desk. He pulled free of her and entered again, the friction much more enjoyable this time. She was growing to relish the stretching and the tightness, the way that she could feel every vein and bulge. He continued kissing her, and she threw her arms around his neck.
Her slickness allowed him to pull free and slide in again, plundering the riches that he found inside her. His tongue did the same, and she was hard-pressed to say which gave her greater pleasure. Lionel settled into a slow rhythm designed to drive her higher and higher with each movement. She met him as best she could, his hands pulling them together and his tongue busy on hers.
For long minutes they rocked together until breaths became shorter and movements more urgent. Lily welcomed him now, quite at home with his length and girth, and he lanced as deeply as he could. He touched off sparks of pleasure inside of her, sparks that grew into stars that filled her like the night sky. The stars kept swelling until she feared the sensations they would bring when they exploded, even as she strove for that moment. Lionel’s sliding rhythm became shorter, and then he moaned and pulled her tightly against him. She felt him pumping, filling her with his tribute, and that was what she needed to finish her own journey. She hugged him tightly as her hips bucked against his and she drowned her cries in his chest.
His fire at last darkened and his shaft lost its hardness, pulling out of her. They stood holding one another until their breathing returned to its normal patterns. Lily could feel his worship dripping out of her, and she felt a faint sadness that she was unable to keep it all.
Lionel tilted her head back and smiled at her. His eyes were green but fully human again, and there was no hint of sharpness in his teeth. She smiled back and moved to kiss him, but he pulled away. His hand dipped below the neckline of his shirt and pulled the small key out. He pulled it over his head and held the chain and the key in his palm.
“You have some of my fire in you now, Lily. Will you care for the egg? Will you clean the hoard and breathe my breath on the egg’s skin until the day that it hatches or you tire of my service?”
She smiled and took the key, carefully slipping it over her head so that it nestled between her breasts. He smiled back, his eyes kind and relieved. She said, “For a price, mister Socard.”
“Of course. What do you require?”
She reached down and grasped him, faintly surprised by her own behavior. “Just that you rekindle the fire inside me as often as you can.”
He smiled, starting to stiffen in her hand. “My pleasure, my Lily.”
B is for Beach: The ABCs of Erotica Series
Erica entered the restaurant tentatively, her knees nearly knocking. She’d spoken to Ben on the phone for months, and they’d even been…intimate. Phone sex! Something Erica thought she’d never do, but they got on well when just talking. The question was: what if the chemistry wasn’t there in person?
She’d been pleased when he suggested a restaurant on the shore and wondered if she mentioned how much she loved the beach? It was nestled right on the boardwalk with wonderful views, and at that time of day, with the sun retreating, the view was spectacular.
Erica’s eyes scanned the restaurant, and she wondered whether he was already there. She fought the urge to turn around and leave, but then she saw him. He looked just like his picture. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Handsome. Was he out of her league? She pushed her insecurities aside and walked toward him, excited yet hesitant. She would not let fear sidetrack her. Her heart thumped in her chest, and she took a deep relaxing breath.