I came again, without warning, my body seizing up with pleasure.
The whole world seemed to hum around me as I waited out my orgasm, throbbing and aching and blinded by its intensity. His lips brought me back, and I wrapped my arms loosely around him. He still going, still filling me.
We changed positions after that; I made him sit on the seat as I rode him.
His dark eyes were on me all the while, drinking in every detail.
From this angle, ignoring my burning thighs beneath me, I could more clearly see the spiraling golden tattoo on his chest. I rolled my hips as I maneuvered up and down his cock. He was lasting so long. Although I wanted him to come, to experience the same pleasure as I had three times already, I still wanted to see how far he could go.
Dragon shifters were otherworldly.
Never in my life had I met a man who could last this long while also making me feel so damn incredible. I wanted to laugh at the thought, but instead, I pulled his face closer and devoured his lips once more.
In response, he started meeting my movements with thrusts of his own.
I gasped, gripping onto the back of the seat for support.
“Olive,” he murmured. His voice was at its deepest yet, and I slid my eyes back open to look at him. “I’m close,” he warned.
Most men would panic at this point, asking if they should pull out, realizing I never asked to use a condom.
I was on the pill and hadn’t slept with enough untested men to get an STD.
He didn’t panic, though.
Just told me.
The information passed over his lips like an invitation, to do whatever I wanted to do about his cock so close to culmination.
I didn’t want to get off of him, though.
I didn’t want to stop this.
I needed him.
It was carnal, animalistic, something that was at home with the shifter beneath me.
He was mine, at least at this moment, and I’d take anything I could from him.
“Come for me, Lerin,” I moaned.
“Fuck.”
The word was mixed in with a grunt, and his hips went erratic for a moment before I felt him spill deep inside of me. His hands were firm on my hips again, keeping me in place, and the whole thing was overwhelming. I came hard, my body clamping down around him, and I moaned out his name before I could catch myself.
There was no way in hell I was ever going to let go of this man.