Dragon's Omega Bride (Shifter Marriage Service 3)

“God, I’m coming,” she whined, her voice trailing off into an inarticulate squeal of sorts as she was racked with the first of a dozen climaxes, each one stronger than the last until she had nothing left to give.

“Good girl,” Yakov said, rising to his knees and pulling her feet over his shoulders so that her pussy lips were in direct line with his rock hard cock. His powerful hands reached down to grasp her waist and forced her onto his hardon, taking her with a single, deep stroke and then pumping into her so slowly that it was maddening.

He continued his gentle seesawing in and out of her until they were both panting wildly. Aileen continued to moan and grind against him until they were both close to climax again. His strokes slowed, becoming longer and deeper before he picked up speed again, slamming into her hard over and over until they were both completely lost in their own pleasure. Aileen prepared for the grand finale, trying to time her final orgasm with his so that they came together in a grand explosion.

She was so close and she could tell he was, too. His labored breathing and spastic jerking now that he was near orgasm told her that he was right on the edge too and she let herself go, her body convulsing in spasms of release against his and then . . . he pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach, spilling his load all over her ass and lower back.

She could feel him sink back onto the bed, catching his breath as she continued to lay there, feeling mortified. Once again, she had experienced the greatest sex of her life with the biggest letdown. Now, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. There was only one answer. She was going to have to go on birth control. If he knew she was protected, he wouldn’t need to pull out and she wouldn’t be left feeling awkward every single time they fucked.

“I’m going to shower,” he told her.

“Sure, great,” she replied, once again expecting him to use her shower. Instead, he pulled on his clothes and headed back to his own bungalow, leaving her there to scream into her pillow in frustration.

How could he be such a great fuck buddy, but shit at all the stuff that happened in between?

With a huge sigh, she crawled out of bed and took a shower herself. Afterward, she climbed back into her bed and nuzzled down into her pillow. It smelled like him. The scent of his cologne, some sort of patchouli and sandalwood blend mingled together with the lighter citrus scents of her perfume to create an intoxicating smell that clung to the Egyptian cotton.

Mixed in there somewhere was the faint odor of their lovemaking, like a ghost of passion between the covers. It was hard to fall asleep surrounded by the presence of what they had shared earlier. After tossing and turning for a bit, she called out and asked for fresh sheets, grateful that someone came quickly and changed her bed without questions and departed.

Slipping back between the fresh linens, she was finally able to put it out of her mind and drift off into a peaceful sleep for a while, spoiled only by a nightmare she couldn’t remember when she woke up. Only a faint vision of a red and silver dragon remained and even that quickly subsided.CHAPTER SIXTEENAs it turned out, Yakov was only getting warmed up and her perception of him slowly began to change as the days passed. It was if he had come to realize his own shortcomings and was starting to make more of an effort to pay attention to her. Perhaps, it was just all make-believe for him, it was hard to say, but she tried to keep it in perspective. Nothing would be worse than making too much of what was happening between the two of them.

The weekend became a whirlwind of walks on the beach and friction between the sheets. Every moment that Yakov wasn’t with his business partners, he was with her and she was loving it. It didn’t matter that it was just sex, that it didn’t mean anything. It was still fantastic.

On their last night, he had come to her again, this time making love to her so slowly, so sweetly that she felt like she was levitating above the bed. It was hard to remember that this was just playtime and nothing serious, something she had to keep reminding herself of constantly, lest she get too caught up in the emotions he stirred in her. There was no doubt that this was just casual sex for Yakov and she kept reminding herself of that fact.

So, it was a complete surprise when things ended the way they did on their last night. Sex between them was already becoming like a well-oiled machine. That wasn’t to say that it was boring or mundane, but they had learned how and where to touch one another without having to ask. There was none of the “do you like that?” or “how does that feel?” Each of them operated on instinct, knowing just how to please one another.