Chapter 15 #2
Licking her lips, Eleanor nods slowly while she looks at me. “Yes, please.”
“Since you ask so nicely, I’ll start with one of my favorites.” I brush my fingers through her fiery locks, letting the strands sift between my fingers. “This hair. This crown of flames only fit for a queen. It’s your most striking feature and, like a moth to a flame, it never fails to draw me in.”
Eyes softening, Eleanor leans into my hand. “Thank you, but you’re actually the one with the pretty hair.”
I press my thumb against her lips, effectively silencing her. “This is story time, Eleanor, and you’re my muse. I intend to give you a very happy ending before you’re allowed to change books.”
My muse’s lips tip up into a pleased smile, halting any further arguments.
Slowly, I work my way down, tracing my fingers over each of Eleanor’s features as I tell her about them.
Her warm honey-brown eyes, the elegant bridge of her nose, her pouty lips and the way they curl up at the corners when she’s even just a little happy, the softness of the skin below her ears and the sweet sounds she makes when I kiss her there, and finally I pause on the light dusting of freckles across her shoulders, which remind me of my favorite constellation of stars.
“Can I keep going?” I ask, my voice gravelly with desire.
“There’s more?” Eleanor’s chest heaves, her perfuming arousal filling my olfactory receptors, telling me she likes this as much as I do.
My smirk comes easily. “This story is far from done.”
I drag a finger down Eleanor’s sternum, watching her face for any hints that this isn’t something she wants. She nods at me, and with a slight arch, pushes into my hand as I move to cup one breast over the silk fabric.
The rough groan that escapes me is part dragon, precum leaking from my cocks as she fills my hand abundantly. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? These breasts were designed by the gods themselves, making mere mortals weep at not being bestowed the honor of being blessed with them.”
Eleanor’s mouth parts and I can see she wants to say something, but she decides to stay silent, her scent getting stronger and her heart racing underneath my touch.
I glide a finger toward her nipple, drawing concentric circles around the bud until a stiff peak forms underneath her camisole. “I’ve had dreams about these. Wondering what they’ll look like, wondering what it’ll take to get them hard, wondering what they’ll taste like in my mouth.”
Eleanor almost hyperventilates as I give her other breast the same attention, her eyes flicking between my face and my fingers.
My hands skims down her stomach, and she sucks in her belly, the action making me pause. “Why did you do that?”
“It’s embarrassing,” Eleanor mumbles, not quite meeting my eyes.
I turn her face back toward me. “I can’t see anything that could possibly be embarrassing about any part of you. There’s not one thing I’d ever imagine changing. To me, you are perfect.”
“Fuck,” Eleanor says, her hands reaching for me. “You’re the perfect one.”
I raise my brows. “Did you get your happy ending yet?”
“No?”
“Can I continue with my story?”
Eleanor lowers her hands again, answering sheepishly, “Please.”
Slowly, my hand drifts over her hip and I cup her ass, relishing how good it feels to knead her flesh. “This ass, Eleanor. This is… I don’t know if I have adequate words left to explain it.”
“You don’t need any more words, Beck. Please just don’t stop touching me.”
Something about the way my name sounds makes me hesitate. It doesn’t feel right, not with Eleanor when we’re together like this. Not when this means so much more to me, when Eleanor means so much more to me. I want her to call me by my real name, the way she used to do.
Letting my vulnerability show, I ask quietly, “Can you call me Shinsu? Please?”
Eleanor lifts a hand to cup my face, something like adoration shining in her eyes as her thumb brushes across my cheek. “My sweet Shinsu, of course. And can you call me Nori again?”
I fold my fingers around hers. “Nori,” I breathe out, her name a prayer across my lips. “My beautiful Nori. That feels so good to say again.”
Something settles between us, like the right key slotting into a lock after searching for it all your life.
I swallow hard as my eyes stay locked on Nori’s, a deep understanding passing between us as I skim my hand down her thigh. Nori licks her lips and parts her legs, inviting me for more.
Ever so slowly, I move higher, until my fingers touch the seam of her underwear. Scales appear on my arms and along my torso, but for not a single second do I allow them to distract me from the beautiful woman in front of me.
Nori and I breathe in unison, every breath shallow, our hearts beating as one, as I glide two fingers over her soaked panties.
“Shinsu, please,” Nori begs, one hand on my cheek, the other on my chest, looking just as desperate as I feel.
“I’ll never deny you.” I kiss her palm and dip my hand underneath the fabric.
Keeping my eyes locked with Nori’s, I glide my fingers lower, finding her wet and needy.
Nori gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head as I slowly sink two fingers into her drenched core. Getting to see her like this is a gift I don’t take lightly. Earlier in the kitchen, things might have moved fast, but this here is an experience I want to cherish.
“Show me what you like,” I say as I lean down, rubbing my nose along hers, my voice holding a pleading quality I hardly recognize.
Nori arches into me and her hand grabs the back of my neck, holding me to her as sweet little whimpers fall from her lips, her enjoyment of my touch sending ripples of satisfaction down my spine.
“Shinsu, yes,” Nori moans as my thumb finds her clit, her grip on me tightening.
The way my name sounds when she says it makes pride I’ve never felt for the weighty title flood my veins, and a desire to reclaim its meaning and make it my own burrows into my heart.
I lean back only far enough for our eyes to meet and hold, reading every minute cue, monitoring her scent, her heart, her breathing, and her face as I draw tight circles around the swollen nub until Nori is clawing at me, her hips rolling, asking me for more.
“That’s it. That’s my girl,” I praise, feeling like a king that I get to be the one who gives Nori pleasure.
It’s the most intimate experience of my life, being this connected to Nori, having her allow me such unguarded access to every single one of her emotions as her cunt starts to tighten around my fingers.
I increase the pressure on her clit, pumping my fingers faster in and out of her, pushing against the sensitive spot inside of her, building her toward her peak.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop, Shinsu,” Nori gasps as she rides my hand, her lids lowering as her legs start to tremble.
Then, I watch in awe as she falls silent, her pleasure cresting, her cunt pulsing around my fingers as I guide her through her orgasm until she falls back, limp and sated.
When Nori’s eyes open again, I make sure she watches me as I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. I hum with satisfaction, pleased to finally know she tastes just as good as she smells.
Feeling utterly gleeful, I pull Nori into my arms and get ready to sleep.
“I didn’t even get to touch you,” Nori says drowsily.
“Tonight was all about you,” I remind her. I don’t think Nori knows about dragon anatomy, but tonight certainly wasn’t the right time for that conversation.
“Tomorrow. Tomorrow, it’s your turn,” Nori mumbles.
I’m not sure if there will be time tomorrow, considering our busy schedules, but there’s no rush from my side. I plan to have Nori in my life forever, and this is only the start.