Chapter 21 #2
Zan obliges me by adding a second finger, and I moan.
Gods, I didn’t even know I could make a sound like that.
But I also didn’t know that I could feel something like this.
His fingers slide in and out of me, and I flex my hips as if I can take more of him. I can practically feel Zan’s masculine smugness behind me and even I can’t be mad because he deserves to feel smug—
And then his fingers crook inside me, pressing against a spot on my inner walls and my hips rear up of their own accord.
“What—!”
“Hmm?” Zan purrs teasingly into my ear, and I shudder around him just from the sound—combined with his fingers—and then he adds, “Oh, do you mean this?”
He strokes the same spot again.
I grab frantically onto his legs, widening my legs even further—
But Zan goes back to just—just, how is this now just!!—stroking in and out of me, and it’s not enough anymore; just enough to keep me on the edge, twisting for more.
“Tell me what you want, Yora,” Zan says in a low voice.
My anger does spark now, because he knows godsdamned well what I want—
But I also told him to tell me what he needed.
And maybe this is for him.
Maybe this is also about what he needs.
Not just to know that he can pleasure me. But to know that I am as desperate for him as he claims he is for me.
I twist in his hold so I can look at him, his eyes so dark and wild despite how restrained his touch is, and I want nothing more than for him to unleash it.
I fist my hand in his hair, using him, always, as my anchor.
“I want you, Zan,” I tell him fiercely. “I want you deep inside every part of me, to feel you in my core, to touch parts of me I didn’t even know were there—”
Zan crashes his mouth to mine, like he can’t stand to hear any more. This kiss is almost vicious with its intensity, and I love it—
And that’s before his fingers thrust into me again, and with me twisted like this the angle is different, deeper, and I whimper against his mouth, unable to hold in the pleasure.
And that’s before his fingers hit that spot inside me again.
His mouth is fire, but the feeling of him inside me is a different kind of flame, so gentle and deep, burning me from the inside out.
This time I feel the build of my orgasm, stroking me higher and higher as Zan is steady beneath me, inexorable as I finally crest over the edge of it, throwing my head back to feel as fully as I can.
And it’s fucking mindblowing, and I want Zan to feel that just as much.
He’s proved he can pleasure me so completely without even putting his cock inside me. That we can still be good together even if I’ve never felt anything like this before, if I don’t know what I’m doing.
But I of all people know that a sage needs to move.
That I need to act.
I push his hand away from me as I turn in his lap. Zan begins to frown until I put my hand over the bulge in his pants, and then he goes still.
“May I touch you, Zan?” I ask him.
His eyes go utterly black, no irises remaining.
Oh yeah.
We’re not done here yet.
“You may,” he finally gets out.
Maybe he’s right. I haven’t even touched him yet.
But I’m going to.
Lacking his fancy dragon sex education, though, I need to see what I’m looking at. I ease his pants over his hips, and ask, “Is this okay?”
He nods shortly, lifting his hips to help me ease the pants out from around his cock.
It rises up from between his legs like he is straining for me, even though not a single muscle in this man’s body is moving otherwise.
I run a finger along his length—the skin is so much softer than I expected—and Zan sucks in a breath.
I glance up at him. “Am I going to hurt you?”
He lets out a crack of laughter. “You can’t. This form may be human, but I am not, Yora.” His gaze on me is like white fire as he takes my hand and wraps it firmly around his length, harder than I would have dared, and moves it slowly up and down. “All of me is strong enough to take you.”
Well.
“We’ll see,” I murmur, moving my hand on my own as I glance up at him. It’s clear this is good for him, but it seems... uninspired.
Surely I can do more than this?
But I don’t really know sex—
But I do know magic, don’t I?
And Zan has been demonstrating to me the many ways to explore.
I take my hand away for a moment so that I can work a quick kata, a shortcut, just one that makes an aura of magenta glow around my hands.
I glance back up at Zan, who is watching me silently, his entire attention fixed on me. “May I touch you, Zan?” I ask.
His jaw is clenched tight—from the effort of letting me explore in my own way, I think—but he manages to nod.
I love that he is holding back for my sake.
But I will really love if he lets go for my sake.
An aura of magic doesn’t feel like anything to a human, but Zan, as he just reminded me, is a dragon.
As I move to wrap my hand around him again, before my skin actually touches his, his cock twitches when the aura of magic reaches him.
I close my hand around him and move the way he showed me.
But then I also feed the aura of magic—like a little bit of pressure, squeezing his cock the same way my inner walls squeezed his finger.
Zan thrusts involuntarily into my hand.
There we go.
I let the pressure fade and increase it, never letting my hand slow.
I push one hand onto his chest, holding him beneath me, because that’s what he says he wants.
He goes still, like he can’t even dare to breathe.
I bend over, and breathe over him.
Zan lets out a harsh breath.
And then I lick the tip of his cock.
He arches into me, and, surprised, I open my mouth to take him inside of me, and he actually shouts.
Zan’s hands tangle in my hair, holding me to him because he does want me, and what I can do to him.
With my mouth and power around him, I glance up at his face and there’s a flash in his gaze at the sight of me staring at him with his cock inside me.
“Turn around,” he whispers to me.
I lick him again, and his fingers tighten as he jerks.
“Yora,” he growls.
“I’m not done,” I tell him.
“Neither am I,” he practically snarls, using his fingers in my hair to haul me up and begin turning me around.
Fine, I guess he can look at my butt while I do this instead.
I straddle him and promptly bend back over him, only for him to yank my hips up and then peel my own pants down.
I pause, glancing back at him over my shoulder, and something about the sight of me has Zan cursing under his breath. “Okay?” he asks, his fingers stroking over my butt.
I practically feel more wetness coming between my legs and I don’t even know what he’s planning.
“Very okay,” I whisper, and this time the laugh that breaks from him is almost harsh.
He leans forward and licks straight up my slit, and I gasp at the sensation, my whole body coming alive again.
“We can do better than okay, I think,” he tells me.
Not about to leave him out, I turn back toward his cock and am still bending toward it when his finger slides into me from behind.
I open my mouth on a gasp and practically swallow his cock as I moan around him.
The vibrations of the sound around his length make him shudder in return.
With one fist closed around the base of him, and my aura squeezing him, I close my mouth over the head of his cock, licking the slit there as he shudders beneath me, and then stroke one finger up his length like I did in the beginning.
He thrusts violently into my mouth, and as inexorable as he was with me, so I am with him even as Zan drives me wild from behind—adding a second finger, as I struggle to keep my hips wide for him when I can feel him so much deeper at this angle, so full—
Trying to manage my breathing, I accidentally scrape my teeth over his tip.
And I’m going to remember this, because that does it, sending him thrusting into me as my mouth closes around him, drinking the taste of him pouring into me.
Then Zan adds a third finger and I moan around him again, but before I have time to revel in this new sensation he crooks his fingers inside me, hitting that spot, and I blast apart instantly.
Zan holds my hips to him with one hand as I shudder over him and swallow the sweet taste of him and oh my gods, nothing in my life has prepared me for how good this is.
Finally I collapse over him, my head laying next to his cock as I wonder if I can keep licking him like ice cream, but somehow Zan finds the strength to gather me in his arms and drag my limp form back over him and as I lay my head against his chest and his rapidly beating heart, I am more than okay with this, too.
We didn’t even manage to take our pants off!
“Oh my gods,” I whisper in disbelief. “Is it always like that?”
Zan’s delighted laughter shakes his whole body, and my smile, if possible, grows even bigger.
I did that.
“It is definitely not always like that,” Zan says with amusement. “I’m given to understand that three orgasms, especially so close together, for a woman is not common, particularly for a first time.”
“Does that mean I’m especially good at being sexed, or you’re especially good at sexing?”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s call it a team effort. Are you satisfied that we’re compatible?”
“I never doubted that,” I tell him. “But, wow. Now I understand why the Order discouraged sages from experimenting, even on our own. They probably thought we’d become so entranced we wouldn’t be willing to focus on whatever they wanted us to anymore.
” I pause. “And so validation from them would be our sole source of joy.”
“That is deeply fucked up,” Zan says after a moment, “but I suppose also validating, in a way.”
“Well, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to know that we’re compatible as I am, and to still want more?”
Ruefully Zan says, “As I am too, Yora. And yes, I wanted you to be confident and... eager, rather than worried, but I also expected that we’d have to.
.. work up to it. Neither of our bodies have done this before, not to mention processing all the sensations—I thought I’d have to get you used to stretching slowly, introduce our bodies to the idea of doing—”
“Consider me introduced,” I interrupt dryly, looking up at him.
His lips curve. “Indeed.”
We lie together there, just breathing and smiling.
I can’t believe this moron thought he was just going to vanish into the night on me when we could have been doing this.
Then again: I can scarcely believe that we just did this. That it is possible to be as happy as I am in this moment.
And after five hundred years... I imagine he couldn’t believe it, either.
I’m going to have to keep showing him, I think.
Just like I know that he will always be trying to support me in being myself, he needs to believe that I will always reach for him.
“Loath as I am to say this,” Zan finally says, “we should probably clean up.”
Mm. Now that he mentions it, my legs are feeling a little sticky.
Then my stomach rumbles.
I feel my cheeks heat, because wow, so sexy, even as Zan shakes with laughter again.
“And eat,” he adds, brushing hair out of my face.
I look up at him to find him gazing down at me with a look I’ve never seen in anyone else’s eyes.
I think I know, even if neither of us has said the words yet.
I want to just keep lying here with him.
But I also want everything with him, and after all that I am at once limp and yet somehow also crackling with too much energy to hold still any longer.
I’m made to move.
“You go first?” I ask. “I think I need a few minutes to meditate.”
“And how am I meant to do that?” Zan asks with amusement.
I’m still collapsed on top of him.
Not really anxious to change that, to be honest.
I snuggle in a little more. “Sounds like a you problem.”
Zan shakes with laughter again, and my smile widens.
Feeling that I’ve done that to him is the best feeling in the world.
Well, okay, now I might have some other contenders for the top prize—
Zan wraps his arms more firmly around my butt and starts to sit up. Reflexively, I wrap mine around his neck and my legs around his stomach, holding on.
He actually laughs out loud then as he stands with me draped around him.
Reluctantly, I let my legs slide down as Zan sets me back on the bed.
Then he’s gone.
Before my stomach has even finished dropping at the sudden feeling of bereftness at his absence, he’s back only a few seconds later, a wet cloth in his hands.
This time I’m the one who cracks up. “You were right. I do appreciate super speed cleaning.”
Zan flashes a grin at me before kneeling between my legs. I lift my butt up as he pulls my pants down.
My breath catches in my throat.
Even though we just had sex, and I had three orgasms, the sight of him kneeling there, cleaning me up so gently...
Zan stiffens.
He takes a deep breath...
And then he actually swears.
Oh my gods, he can totally smell my arousal, can’t he?
Zan looks up at me with his eyes gone black again.
My stomach rumbles again.
He mutters something I don’t quite catch, stands up, and marches himself out of the room.
I can’t help it. I start laughing again.
But I nevertheless yank my pants back up and start moving.
He’s going to respect my needs.
I think I may need to do better at respecting them, too.
And for that, I need to move.