Chapter 12 #2
It's not a guess, her closet door is still open and there's a layer of clothes, still on their hangers, covering her bed. Gillian glances over her shoulder and flushes. Her chromatophores swirl with orange and confirm my guess about it meaning embarrassment.
"So, my jewel, you'll be pleased to know I like what you picked. Turn nice and slow so I can see how it makes you sparkle from every angle." I twirl my finger in the air and Gillian only hesitates for a heartbeat before she spins for me.
When she's facing the mirrored closet door, I crowd up against her back and hook my chin over her shoulder.
She feels so lovely in my arms, soft and warm.
This close, I feel it in my chest when her breath hitches as our eyes meet in her reflection.
Slow and deliberate, I settle my hands on her hips to hold her in place.
"You look lovely. You're going to be my good little jewel and stay in your setting until I've had my fill of admiring you, aren't you?" I let my voice drop low and husky so the words have an edge of playful menace instead of ruining the confident air that has her hanging on my every word.
I wonder if she realizes that she's matching her breathing to mine. It's an exquisite feeling to know she wants this as much as I do. Teal and lavender. Desire and pleasure. I don't have to ask to know that particular blend is what I'm aiming for in all of this.
"Yes, dragon. I'll be good. Thank you, dragon."
"Good. Good jewels stay where they're placed.
" I revel in the way her breath hitches again, the choked back hint of a moan.
Oh, yes, if she's half as wet as I am from this, the first orgasm I let her have isn't going to take long at all.
That's fine. We have hours and I'm planning to make her come at least once for each of her tentacles.
"I love how soft this fabric is. You said it's special? Handmade?"
"Yeah. Graduation gift from my mentor."
"That is special. We'll be careful with it, then.
I love how soft it is, makes me want to pet you until you're begging to feel my mouth on you.
It's just a pity that it's so thick, do you think I'll be able to feel your nipples getting hard through the fabric?
" I muse as smooth one hand along her flank and up to cup her breast.
I rub my thumb over her nipple and she arches into my touch. Her ass grinds into my aching clit. Mm, she's going to make it hard to draw out the teasing too much if she keeps that up. It feels so good I rock into her, pressing her closer with the hand still on her hip. "Oh, there, I think, hmm?"
"Ah, yes!" Gillian gasps and bucks in my hold and I pinch her nipple, gently rolling the sensitive nub between my fingers. "Please."
"Please what, treasure?" I whisper against her ear as I go back to gently rubbing her nipple through her sweater.
With my nose buried in her neck, I can smell her natural omega sweetness getting stronger with arousal. Sweetness with undertones of ambergris and sea brine. Gillian smells amazing, like the salt water of the pool. Feathers, that scent makes her smell like home. I breathe her in deep.
I slip my other hand under her clothes, wanting to feel her skin.
I kiss her neck, tongue flicking out to taste her.
Oh hell. I need more of her. I want to taste more of her.
I want to lick her pussy until she can't stop herself from clinging to me as she shudders with pleasure so overwhelming she has to hang on tight or risk being swept away in the surge of it.
"Need you." Gillian pants, wriggling against me.
"Mhm. You have me, Gillian," I say, still teasing even though I really want to strip her out of her clothes and bury my face between her thighs already.
There, my fingers brush over lace as I find her bra.
My mouth waters at the hope that she's wearing lacy panties to match.
Oh, to taste her slick through the fabric…
yes. I want to make her so wet she wrecks those lacy underthings.
I cup her chest in both hands now, and I can't decide if I like how she feels through the lace or the soft wool better.
I let my fingers explore the contrast in textures as Gillian squirms against me.
"Who knew you have such sensitive nipples?" I taunt.
"Winny," she whines my name, drawing it out, but her eyes are still teal. She's begging, and she wants this. She wants it the way I want to give it to her. Well damn if that doesn't go right to my clit in a pulse of pleasure.
"Feels so good, doesn't it? Feel good when I tease you? Knowing I'm going to make you feel amazing, but you have to beg me for it first. You want to beg me for it, don't you, treasure?"
"Yes. Make me feel good. Make me wait. I want to hold you. Need to. Please." Gillian babbles a litany of sweet begging. Never mind the way she wants to wrap me in her tentacles, she's already got me wrapped around her little finger.
Oh featherdust, I don't need to be thinking about having her fuck me when I'm supposed to be driving this ship.
There will be time for that later. For now, I'm enjoying her every reaction.
I kiss along her jawline and tease her nipples until they have to be burning on the brink of too much stimulation.
That sweet ache of more that comes right before too much.
She's getting less coherent the longer I draw this out.
I lock eyes with her in the mirror again.
"Winny. Dragon. Please?" Gillian's voice is shaky now, verging on desperate. Her ragged breathing and too bright eyes makes me think she might burst into tears any moment. I'm not sure if that's the release either of us is looking for right now. Time to give her a different release then.
"I know, you're such a good jewel for your dragon," I murmur to her.
"Mhm." She melts into my arms at the praise,
Feathers, she's gorgeous with pleasure and need warring on her features. Her eyes are still welling with tears. Her breathing steadies some as I ease my hands down her body, smoothing her sweater so she doesn't look all disheveled in the mirror.
"Perfection. Ready for me to take this off?" I grip the hem of the sweater and wait for her response.
"Yes. Strip me bare." She lifts her arms to make it easier.
I snort as I peel her cardigan up her body, fold it, and set it on her bedside table. While I'm distracted with that, she shucks off her t-shirt and leggings. But I grab her hands before she can take off the matching lace underthings.
"Not so fast, I felt that lacy surprise you hid for me. I want to bask in it a bit."
Damn, the lavender lace is even sexier now that I can actually see it.
It's got a seashell motif and between that and the shade of purple matching her chromatophores when she comes, I almost laugh at how perfectly the set suits her.
Except I'm too bowled over by how magnificent she looks in nothing but that lovely lace to laugh.
I'm wonderstruck at the idea she could want me.
She's all flawlessly soft curves and sweet touches and I'm…
what? I'm whoever I decide to be. Standing before Gillian, that choice becomes clear.
I can continue being all the labels that never fit.
Or I can be the shifter she saw when she agreed to call me her fierce dragon.
I inhale more of her sweet scent, and that blend of her own unique sweetness and the bracing familiar echoes of clean ocean brine steadies me and reminds me that I can be worthy of her.
"Yeah, my nips regret that choice." Gillian grimaces, readjusting her bra with a pout.
"You're a mean tease, dragon." The title, spoken with a playful grin and more of the teal longing color reaffirms that she's into this.
She'll tell me if I overstep, so I can relax and enjoy this first exploration of her body.
"Yes, you like that about me," I agree as I feast my eyes on her.
"I like a lot of things about you." Gillian glances toward the en suite. I can just see the edge of the tub that featured in our video chat.
I let her hide her face for a moment as she collects herself. "Too much?"
"Just the right amount," Gillian rolls her eyes and meets my gaze again. "Why, you want to tease me more?"
"Yes. You're worth taking my time to unwrap."
Her eyes widen at that, then she squeezes them shut as a tear traces down her cheek.
I get the sense pressing more into why telling her she's worth my time isn't what she needs right now.
Too intense for a first date. How am I already drawn to her like instinct pointing my raven home when this is only our first date?
Is this the feeling people get when they talk about fated mates? Ugh. I'll pluck every one of my feathers before I admit to anyone that the entire concept isn't a total myth. Still, I can't deny the depths of my attraction.
"Gah, you keep saying things like that and I might fall for you, dragon.
" Gillian squirms, like the bra still isn't sitting right, or like her nipples are still on fire from all my teasing.
Good. I want her squirming. Makes it easier to avoid talking about how much I want her to fall.
And how simultaneously terrifying the notion sounds.
"Can I take my bra off at least?" she whines, face scrunching adorably, like she expects me to deny her. Hah. Little does she realize how much more fun it is to tease her by giving her exactly what she asks for.
"Too sore?" I ask, all conciliation.
Gillian shrugs, but the movement makes her wince when the lace shifts over her nips.
"Ah, my poor dear." I reach for her, pausing until she nods her consent before I lift each breast free of the lace confining them to examine her nipples for myself. No scrapes or abrasions. Her skin looks a bit flushed, but that's the extent of it.