Chapter 7 #2
“I don’t know how to thank you.” She winked at her and told her to bond and soon. “I promise you, as soon as I can, I’m going to jump his bones. I’m sick of waiting, too.”
“Good for you.” The two of them talked about magic after that.
Amy had a great deal of magic because she was the oldest wife of the men dragons, and someday she’d take over helping run the kingdom when Storm and Alex were tired of it.
She told her a little bit about what she could tell that she had.
“You can bring things to you. No matter the size. That car that she was talking about could come to you as well.”
“She was joking about the body, right?” Amy said she just didn’t know about Storm. She was afraid of her as well. “I don’t blame you. But I’m betting that she’s a real sweetheart when she wants to be. Like when the children come.”
“She is looking forward to becoming a grandmother.” Rubbing her hand over her belly, Amy laughed.
“I’m looking forward to having this baby, too.
Just so I know what I’m getting. It’s going to be born as an egg, then it will grow as the baby does.
Once the egg is ready to hatch, that’s when we’ll find out what color the dragon will be.
It’ll be a humanlike child the first fifteen years of its life, then it’ll be able to shift.
I’m not sure after that. I’m a bit nervous about that as well.
But there will be help from the faeries here that I know will know more about it than I will. ”
“Thank goodness for them. They’ve been so helpful since I’ve moved into Sidney’s house.
Or our house, as I’m to get used to calling it.
I have so much to learn.” She again told her that she’d be all right.
“I hope so. I want to do well as his wife and never make him regret taking me on as his mate.”
While they watched parts of the game that were on, she and the other women talked.
Nothing as earth-shattering as what she and Amy had talked about earlier, but she was getting information from them all.
The most useful had come from Sammy. She told her that even if she was on the pill, they’d still have a child if she was breeding.
She’d not heard that but was glad for the information.
She wanted to have a child soon with Sidney before too many years came between the baby and Thatcher.
He was already talking about going away to college, and she wanted them to have a good relationship before he left.
Not a great reason to have a child, but one that was good enough for now.
After the game was over, they went to the door to leave.
Having put the books in her purse, she was amazed that it really didn’t weigh any more than it had when it was empty.
She was almost afraid to ask if there were any dead bodies in it, so she waited until they were outside before she asked the purse to give it to her.
Beyond thrilled that nothing filled her hand, she went home on lighter feet than before.
Sidney took her hand into his and kissed the back of it.
“I don’t have anywhere to be in the morning, do you?” She said that the only thing that she had going on was that she was meeting Amy for lunch on Thursday afternoon. “Good. That’s two days from now. That should be enough time for us to rest up after having a night of fun.”
“You think it’ll be fun?” He said that he was counting on it. “I hope so. I’ve been talking to Amy, and she said that it was going to be intense.”
“Christ, I hope so.” They flirted all the way home. He would stop her just to kiss her, and she would touch his body with her fingertips. As soon as they were in the door, completely forgetting about Thatcher for a minute, he told them he was going to bed. “I love that kid.”
“I do as well. I meant to ask him about children and what he would feel like having a little brother or sister.” He said that they’d talked about it and he was excited to have one. “Good. I don’t want him to be upset because he’ll no longer be the only child in my life.”
“He’ll be a real trooper. You’ll see.” As they made their way up the stairs, they began undressing.
By the time they were in the bedroom, Olivia had no blouse on and her bra was gone, and Sidney had lost his belt and shirt somewhere along the stairs.
She didn’t care. They were going to make love, and she was going to enjoy it.
~*~
Sidney needed Olivia. He didn’t even know where to begin in making love to her. Kissing her wasn’t enough, and only touching her seemed to fuel his need for her even more. Taking a step back from her, putting his hands on his back, he stood staring at her when she said his name.
“I’m thinking.” She smiled at him. “You look delicious, and I don’t know if I want to eat you right now or just fuck you. Either way, I’m way too hard to wait on what you decide.” She told him to take her. “Oh, I will. I just have to figure out where to start.”
“You don’t just start at the beginning?” She seemed genuinely confused. He thought that was all right because he felt the same way. “I don’t know what you want me to do? I mean, it’s just sex, right?”
“Right. It’s just sex.” He could do this, but his mind started thinking of ways he could fuck this up, and he couldn’t think beyond disappointing her. “I’m thinking I’m going to screw this up.”
“I should hope so.” She laughed, and he smiled when he got the joke. She moved toward him, and he let her. “Why don’t we start by stripping down to our bare bodies? That way, we can start wherever we want to.”
“Are you making fun of me?” She shook her head and put her fingers along the top of his pants. “You’re so calm. I’m a nervous wreck, and you’re acting like you’ve done this every day. I feel overwhelmed.”
“It’s all right. I have you.” She undid his pants partway, and he hissed when she put her hands down the front of his pants. “You’re so hard, Sidney. And thick. I hope that we can do this without pain.”
“I’d never hurt you.” He put his hands on her shoulders and watched as she undid the buttons the rest of the way on his pants. “You’re my world, Olivia. My whole world. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He stepped out of his pants when she encouraged him to do so.
He still had his briefs on, but that was all.
He couldn’t remember when he’d lost his socks and shoes.
His cock was standing straight out from his groin, and he fisted himself.
“That’s what I want to see. You touching yourself. I love that you’re so hard for me.”
He watched her take her own pants off. When she toed off her socks, he thought that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Helping her out of her bra, she stood before him in all her glory, and he licked his lips. She was perfection.
Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her, explored her body while he tasted her mouth.
When he touched her breast with his fingers, he felt them pucker under his touch and wanted to taste them.
Leaning down over her, he took the tiny morsel into his mouth and bit down gently before suckling it into his mouth to enjoy.
Picking her up in his arms, he took her to the bed.
Setting her on the side of it, he spread her legs wide and sat himself on the floor.
Now that he was in front of her, he seemed to have gotten his second wind, so to speak.
Spreading her legs wider open, he leaned in and inhaled deeply of her scent.
It was just as he thought it would be. Hot and spicy.
“I’m going to taste you.” He blew a warm breath over her pussy and watched as her cream spilled from her. “Lie back and let me have my way with you. When I’m finished, I’m going to fuck you so hard we’re going to move the house.”
Pulling her to the end of the bed, he was pleased that she didn’t fight him.
Not that he thought that she would, but he wanted her now, and he couldn’t wait.
As soon as she was at the edge of the bed, he leaned in and licked her from gate to clit and back again.
Tasting her was what he’d needed, and he spread her lips wide so that he could get to her clit.
Suckling it into his mouth, he played with it with his tongue until he felt her crying out her release. The first of many, he hoped.
Fucking her with his fingers, he lapped her with his tongue.
Drinking from her pussy gave him such delights that he didn’t care if he ever stopped.
She tasted of what he thought the other realm would taste like if it had a flavor.
Honey and cream, along with all the flowers that grew there.
It was perfect for him, and he only hoped that she was getting as much delight out of it as he was.
Lifting his head, he looked down her body at her face.
It was tight with need. Beautiful in her face and body, he could only stare at her.
Her mouth was in a smile, her hands at her breasts playing with her nipples.
Her back bowed. She looked like she was in the throes of passion.
And he’d done that to her. Watching her carefully now, he ate at her pussy like a man possessed.
He wanted to make her come. To make her body tight with a climax.
And when she bowed up more from the bed, her head barely touching it, her legs tight around his head, he felt her climax race over her like nothing before.
She screamed in his head, telling him that she was coming.
For a minute or two, there was no sound coming from her; her heart and breath had stopped.
This is what he’d been hoping for: something that would have her dying just a little for him.