7. Chapter 7
Damon helped me out of my leather pants, his naked body on full display as we got rid of my last item of clothing. He was magnificent, my mate, strong and lean, a perfect man according to me.
“I want to claim you on the grass over here,” I said, pulling him with me, my dick hard and bobbing as I led him to the soft looking grass. “I want to see the evidence of my claim on you once we’re done tonight.”
He made a low whine in his throat, so I dropped the oil on the ground and pulled our naked bodies together, grabbed both of his butt cheeks and pulled him against me, making our hard lengths rub together in a perfect sort of tease. “Lay down, Bunny, I’m about to devour you.”
He shivered as he did so, shyly and tentatively baring his hole for me, as his legs fell open to each side, his feet firmly planted on the grass. I groaned appreciatively at the sight as I slicked two of my fingers with the oil. “I’ve never,” Damon said, looking away as his cheeks reddened further.
“Never what?” I asked, slowly teasing his rim, not yet penetrating him.
“Never done this before,” he admitted, his eyes finding mine again. He looked vulnerable but also determined.
“Been taken?” I asked, mostly for clarification.
He shook his head. “Both, I just had my instincts to guide me last time. I don’t have that luxury now.”
I leaned forward and kissed him, lingering with my lips on his until his body relaxed under me. “You don’t have to think about anything, my bunny. Just relax and trust me.”
“I do trust you,” he whispered.
“Good, because I’m about to make you come untouched and then I’m going to lick your cum off after, showing you just how treasured you are.”
I swallowed his whimper as I pressed one finger inside of him, fucking him slowly with it. He was so responsive underneath me, squirming and making the most delicious noises. I added another finger, feeling him tighten his grip on my hips as he pushed down on my fingers, craving them.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from his lips and removed my fingers. I needed more oil and hurriedly slicked up my length before pushing three fingers into him. “Ryn!” he moaned, eyes so full of trust and wonder.
“My bunny,” I purred, fisting my length. “Are you ready for me?”
He nodded eagerly; his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His lilac eyes were trained on my cock as I slowly eased it into him. He was hot around my cock head, the perfect tightness too. I eased further in, our eyes locked together as I finally sank into him fully, inch by inch.
“Gods,” he groaned, moving carefully under me, his hips circling, making me see stars. How was it possible to feel this amazing?
I kissed him, my tongue caressing his. We were hungry for one another, starving as I fucked into him in long sure thrusts, our tongues eagerly meeting as we kissed over and over.
His hands were on my ass, feeling how they flexed as I fucked into his wonderful hole, claiming it as mine.
My bunny tasted and felt amazing, but I was on a mission.
I let go of his lips and attacked his nipple next, sucking it into my mouth and licking around it playfully.
He bucked under me, my mouth still latched onto his nipple as I fucked harder and harder.
“More,” he rasped, his fingernails now digging into my back.
I kept fucking him harder, slamming my cock into him over and over again, hitting the spot that made him moan louder than before.
He tensed under me, his eyes going distant as a long moan escaped him, his cock erupted between us, his hot cum hitting us both as he panted for breath, a sated smile on his face.
I roared as I fucked him harder, holding his hips and chasing my own release. I needed my cum so deep inside of him that he could taste it. I wanted it to fucking leak out of him for days. My bunny. My mate.
Pleasure rushed through me as I came, shouting my mate’s name for everyone near to hear.
I panted, my arms holding up my weight on either side of Damon’s head.
He looked at me with tear-filled eyes, so perfectly claimed and happy underneath me.
I kissed him softly, lingering by his lips simply because they were too soft to let go of.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?” I asked, nuzzling his neck.
“For giving me the one thing I always wished for.”
“A mate?” I asked, tilting my head as I looked down at him.
“No,” he shook his head, a soft smile curving his lips. “Someone to claim me.”
“Oh, and you feared you’d never get that because of your dragon form?” I asked, slowly pulling out of him and moving us so I lay on the grass with his head on my chest.
“I knew my dragon would need to claim every once in a while, so I always thought my fated mate would want to only be claimed and never claim me back,” he whispered.
“I enjoy both,” I said. “What do you enjoy?”
“Both, but I prefer to be claimed. Is that okay with you?” he sounded nervous and hopeful at the same time.
“That’s perfectly fine with me, My Bunny.”
Again, I had the feeling that my bunny was more submissive in nature and longed to just be taken care of. I’d yet to ask him more about his dragon form, but I knew from our classes with Niels that Damon struggled with his dragon form, something I was determined to help him with.
We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath, then I pushed Damon onto his back again, giving him a devilish grin as I began licking around his cock as promised, making him groan and harden under my touch.
“I was taught to always eat my dinner before dessert,” I began, fisting his cock as I licked around the head. “But I feel like I’ve earned this dessert.” Then I swallowed him down, moaning around his length.
“Gods! Ryn!” He fisted my hair, and it only made me moan louder around him.
Seeing Damon so lost to his pleasure that he needed to keep me on his dick?
So fucking hot. I bobbed up and down, eagerly sucking and licking.
I hadn’t lied when I’d called it a dessert, but a feast was maybe more fitting.
I could keep on bringing him pleasure as long as he kept making those delicious sounds.
He came without warning, filling my mouth which I eagerly swallowed down, cleaning him up as he once again panted for breath.
I smacked my lips and stood. “We should get dressed. I don’t want my bunny to get hungry.
” Then I all but skipped over to our discarded clothes and got dressed unhurriedly.
Damon lay dead to the world, a thing that made me preen with pride. I’d done that to him.
“Want me to dress you?” I asked, holding out his underwear. He just nodded; eyes closed with one arm covering them. So, I dressed him, finding I was weirdly into it, caring for him like this. Once he was dressed again, sans robe, I went and grabbed the three baskets and placed them next to Damon.
He grumbled a bit but sat up and looked deliciously disheveled. My lion and dragon loved that look on him and I might’ve been a tad smug when I felt how hard he’d clawed at my back as I’d gotten dressed.
“I hope it’s to your liking,” Damon said, running a hand through his hair, making it look even messier.
He was too cute. I would need to keep him hidden away from everyone else.
Only I got to see this adorable side of him.
I had no clue if it was my dragon or lion that made me think like that, but I ignored it and opened the first basket, finding sliced bread wrapped inside some cloth.
There were small glass jars with jam and butter, and some sort of chocolate spread as well.
The next basket held two bottles of something pink, one lighter than the other. And the last one had strawberries and a glass jar of sugared cream for dipping. “This is amazing,” I said, feeling touched he’d thought about this for our date.
“Really?” he perked up. “You like it?”
“I love it,” I grinned, handing him a slice of bread. “What do you want on yours?”
He beamed proudly and accepted the bread. “I was told the orange jam was a mix of sweet and sour, a perfect combination.”
“Then we’re trying that one first,” I declared, spreading the jam on his piece before doing the same to mine.
We smiled at one another as we ate, watching out over the cliff as the waves in the distance moved languidly. It was the most romantic date ever in my opinion, the picnic, the setting sun, our drying cum on our bodies. Simply perfect.