Loving the Dragon (Vintage Collection)

“My pussy,” she rasped. “Lick my pussy, Aidan.”

“God, Kris.” He spread her thighs and buried his face in her moist folds.

Kristen felt each stroke of his tongue, each of his taste buds as he licked her. Her heart fluttered and she gasped for air.

“Oh, I had no idea. It’s so different with you.” She sighed, massaging her fingers through his hair, into his scalp. “Aidan…”

He continued to plunder her, biting, sucking. She writhed beneath him, ground her pussy against his face.

When he lifted his head, his chin and cheeks glistened with her juices. “You’re delicious,” he said. “I can’t get enough of you.” And he buried his head again.

This time his fingers slid into her, and she arched to meet them. Her walls clenched around him as he tormented her until her entire body seemed to implode into itself. Her blood like warm honey coursing through her veins, her heart pounding, her mind reeling. She screamed his name as his fingers slowly brought her back to reality, sliding in and out, around and around.

“Sweet Kristen.” His voice was husky as he looked up at her from between her legs. “I can show you more.”

“Yes, more.” Her eyelids were heavy, her vision cloudy as he advanced toward her.

As he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she tasted her own cream. Heady. Intoxicating.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, breathless.

“Yes, Aidan. Yes.”

He plunged into her with purpose, intent. “Ah, Kristen.” His voice was hoarse, raspy. “You’re so tight, so sweet.” He pushed into her again and again, moaning her name. He bent his head to kiss her lips, her neck, her nipples. “Are you ready to fly with me, baby?”

“Wh-What do you mean?” Kristen’s voice was dark with desire. She hardly recognized it.

“I mean let’s fly together,” he whispered, circling his hips as he ground into her, massaging her swollen clit with his thumb. “Together. Always together.”

Kristen squirmed and writhed, his strong fingers heating her skin, her insides running toward the precipice. So good. So fucking good.

“Aidan, Aidan!” And then she leaped.

She was soaring. On the back of a beautiful golden dragon. His scales shone opulent in the moonlight. Into the mountains they flew, the silvery crescent bathing the snowcapped peaks in luminescence. The dragon swooped and swerved, gliding lower through the tall skinny evergreens, through the russet stone canyons, and then surging above the crests into the clear, starry sky.

A tide of pure delight coursed through Kristen. Peace. Sheer peace. And joy.

Endless moments later she lay in her bed, Aidan still above her.

“That was…amazing.”

“Mmm, amazing, yes.” He pressed his soft lips to her neck. “As I always knew it would be.”

4

Of course it had been a dream.

Kristen awoke in the morning feeling sated and well used. Wonderful. Oh, the earth-shattering orgasm had been real. But the rest? Definitely a dream.

For one, there were no candles in her bedroom. She didn’t even own a candle. Her fear of fire stemmed from her childhood. Funny, the flames hadn’t scared her in her dream. Usually fire occurred only in her nightmares.

For another thing, what would a hot Harley-riding stud like Aidan Butler want with her, Kristen Ross? Practical Kristen. Bookworm Kristen. Kristen who always wore sensible clothes and sensible shoes. Kristen who was afraid to show on the outside who she truly was on the inside.

Change.

That’s what she needed.

As usual, her heart rate jumped as it did whenever she contemplated change. Stay in the background, Kristen, her little voice said. Fly under the radar. Stay invisible, unnoticed, and then nothing can harm you. The flames won’t find you again.

“Oh, shut up!” she said aloud. She rose, walked into her bathroom, and stepped into the shower. As the warm water pelted her skin, she imagined Aidan’s strong hands caressing her. Soon her nipples were crimson pebbles under her touch.

Her touch.

No one would guess she liked to masturbate. Or that she did it daily, always in the shower, and usually to the image of hot Aidan Butler and his sexy dragon tattoo.

No. Not prim, proper Kristen.

She fanned her hand lightly over her nipples, took a deep breath, and pinched them.

“Oh!” Her voice echoed in the shower stall.

Slowly she twisted them between her thumb and forefinger. She imagined Aidan’s full lips sucking on them, his teeth pulling at them. She trembled, and warm waves of bliss slid from her nipples down to her pussy.

She lowered one hand while the other continued its nipple play. Sifting her fingers through her dripping brown curls, she found her clit. That forbidden pearl of pleasure. None of her patrons would believe Kristen Ross enjoyed stimulating her own clit.

Her husky laugh reverberated through the balmy air. Slowly she circled her swollen nub, her body throbbing with need. The heat of the pulsating water, the whoosh of it as it sprayed, the sweet aroma of the steam as she inhaled—it all added to her sensory overload as she pleasured herself.