Page 73 of Red Fire
Octavia yells, her body tightening around me, squeezing me so tight, it hurts a little. It’s a good kind of pain.
I wait until she relaxes. Until she starts to breathe. Then I start to move. Slow and steady at first, allowing her body to adjust. My thrusts grow faster with each passing moment as the dragon within me demands more.
Take.
Have.
Mine.
Of course he wants her; what’s not to want…to crave? I force myself to slow down. To enjoy this moment. We won’t have many.
The noises she makes drive me insane. Her softness beneath me does, too. I lean down and suckle on her nipple. Octavia moans some more. Her fingers dig into my back. The heels of her feet do, too.
I roll us over so that she is on top of me. I grunt as I do, reminded once again of my damned ribs. The pain is momentary; as she sinks down on my cock, it subsides. Her eyes are hazy with need. I know she’s close. I want to watch her take what she needs from me. Sliding up and down on my cock as she rides me. Her tits bounce in time with her movements. Swaying and bouncing as she fucks me. I hold her hips, pushing into her from below, making sure I find her G-spot.
When I do, her eyes widen, and she makes a throaty noise. Then she throws her head back and comes all over my dick. Herpussy tightens like a vise, turning slick as she lets go on a loud wail that has my balls landing in my throat.
I promised myself that I would bring her to orgasm at least twice before coming myself, but that all goes to hell in a handbasket. I roar as I come, fucking her hard from below. Octavia gives as good as I do; she pushes down on me, making keening noises as she continues to come.
My teeth sharpen. I’m sure I pop a scale or two, but I don’t care. I’m glad I’m nowhere near her throat, or I’d mark her.
When I feel control return, I roll her onto her back again, my thrusts slowing. My grunts are just as loud. I’m shuddering. She is too. Her eyes are closed. Her mouth is open. Her gasps are loud and music to my ears as I drag every last bit of pleasure from her.
I have shock waves of pleasure going up and down my spine. My cock is still hard. I’m nowhere near done. I force myself to pull out of her. She’s a human. They need time to recover. I’ve watched human sex; it’s tame compared to us shifters.
Then I get up and dispose of the condom, getting back in bed and gathering her into my arms.
Octavia is still panting hard. “Good thing you bought the big box…of condoms.” She cracks her eyes open and gives me a lazy smile.
I lean in and kiss her. “You’ve got five minutes, and we’re doing that again.”
She chuckles in a husky way that has my skin tightening. Then she laughs harder. “You mean it. You’re not joking.”
I shake my head. “Shifters have a lot of stamina.”
“You sure do.”
I think she was referring to the sex we just had. I’ll show her what stamina is. That was nothing.
“Tell me something about yourself. I realized earlier that I don’t know that much about you.” I pull some of her hair behindher ear. “I mean, I told you my broken-hearted tale of woe and despair. You know I have parents and a brother. You know a whole lot. All I know is that you have an ex-boyfriend and that you’re a shitty helicopter pilot.”
“Heeey.” She chokes out a laugh, slapping the side of my arm. “I only had ten lessons. You need forty to get your license. It’s much harder than it looks.”
I chuckle softly, holding my ribs. “I can well imagine,” I choke out.
Her eyes flare. “Shit, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m good.”
“That’s what you always say, but I’ve come to learn that you talk shit when it comes to how you’re really feeling.”
“I swear I’m good. Now tell me already. How long did you date your ex? You said you never lived together.”
“Nope. We started dating in our senior year. We were together for about three years, give or take a month or two.”
“Why did you break up?”
“My mother died suddenly from a brain aneurysm.”