himself at bay. They were primed, ready to take their mate in a way befitting their connection, but this was about Grace and her needs, not his or that of his dragon. He was bringing her back from the trauma she had suffered. He would hold out as long as he could, take things as slow as possible, giving her the most pleasure imaginable.
While his lips and tongue tormented the sweet spot behind her ear and the side of her neck, his fingers flowed through the ebony silkiness of her hair and reached between their bodies, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt. He liked her in his clothes, it felt right, but that old plaid flannel was keeping them from the skin to skin contact he desperately needed. His patience wearing thin, he could wait no longer. He would take it slow, but he needed to feel every part of his beautiful mate, imprinting every possible inch of her alabaster skin with his body. He wanted to savor every erotic curve and dip of her luscious body. He wanted his scent, hell, his very being infused with hers. When he was finished, there would be no doubt that she belonged to him. He reached her collar bone and pushed the offending article of clothing off her shoulder. With only one button still closed, it slid all the way down her arm, baring not only her shoulder, but the most perfectly beautiful breast ever created, tipped with a tightly pebbled nipple the color of a ripe berry. His mouth watered as he drew that delectable tip into his mouth, holding it lightly between his teeth while lavishing it with his tongue.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Grace’s hands flew to the back of his head, holding him to her breast. It was an exquisite torture she never wanted to end. She moaned and panted as he continued to suck and lick her breast, drawing more and more of her flesh into his mouth. When she was sure she would die from pleasure, Aidan released her breast with a pop, moving to the other, giving it the same fierce attention. She was being consumed by the fire this amazing man had stoked within her; sure she would be nothing but a pile of ash when he was finished. Rolling her hips, she tried to ride his very hard cock, but her quest for completion was impeded by the sweatpants he still wore. On every rotation his cock bumped her excited clit, sending flashes of light through her vision. She needed more; she needed to feel him, all of him . She slid her hand inside his pants, felt the engorged head of his rock hard cock as she wrapped her hand around the shaft. He was so big her hand barely reached all the way around. Aidan gasped at the contact and in the next second, she found herself on her back, staring into the whiskey colored orbs that caused all thoughts of anything but him to fall from her mind. She still held his erection in her hand and staring right into his eyes, rubbed her thumb across the tip, spreading the drop of moisture from his excitement all around. Aidan shuddered and pumped his hips slowly, running his dick across her soft palm.
She marveled at the strength contained in his massive body. His hands planted on either side of her head, holding all of his weight off of her, while his hips continued pumping, his cock continuing its sensual glide through her hand. His head was thrown back in pleasure and she wanted to lick every ridge and valley of the spectacularly corded muscles in his neck. He pushed forward and stopped, letting his head fall forward, and once again she was snared by those magnetic amber eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As he began sliding down her body, his cock slipped from her hand, and he moaned from the loss. He held Grace’s sky blue eyes captive, drinking in all that she felt from their contact. His sensual slide ended with his head positioned right above her trimmed ebony curls, glistening with the juices of her arousal. He inhaled deeply, drawing the unmistakable scent of her arousal deep into his being. His mouth watered in anticipation of the first taste of his mate. He longed to have her
While his lips and tongue tormented the sweet spot behind her ear and the side of her neck, his fingers flowed through the ebony silkiness of her hair and reached between their bodies, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt. He liked her in his clothes, it felt right, but that old plaid flannel was keeping them from the skin to skin contact he desperately needed. His patience wearing thin, he could wait no longer. He would take it slow, but he needed to feel every part of his beautiful mate, imprinting every possible inch of her alabaster skin with his body. He wanted to savor every erotic curve and dip of her luscious body. He wanted his scent, hell, his very being infused with hers. When he was finished, there would be no doubt that she belonged to him. He reached her collar bone and pushed the offending article of clothing off her shoulder. With only one button still closed, it slid all the way down her arm, baring not only her shoulder, but the most perfectly beautiful breast ever created, tipped with a tightly pebbled nipple the color of a ripe berry. His mouth watered as he drew that delectable tip into his mouth, holding it lightly between his teeth while lavishing it with his tongue.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Grace’s hands flew to the back of his head, holding him to her breast. It was an exquisite torture she never wanted to end. She moaned and panted as he continued to suck and lick her breast, drawing more and more of her flesh into his mouth. When she was sure she would die from pleasure, Aidan released her breast with a pop, moving to the other, giving it the same fierce attention. She was being consumed by the fire this amazing man had stoked within her; sure she would be nothing but a pile of ash when he was finished. Rolling her hips, she tried to ride his very hard cock, but her quest for completion was impeded by the sweatpants he still wore. On every rotation his cock bumped her excited clit, sending flashes of light through her vision. She needed more; she needed to feel him, all of him . She slid her hand inside his pants, felt the engorged head of his rock hard cock as she wrapped her hand around the shaft. He was so big her hand barely reached all the way around. Aidan gasped at the contact and in the next second, she found herself on her back, staring into the whiskey colored orbs that caused all thoughts of anything but him to fall from her mind. She still held his erection in her hand and staring right into his eyes, rubbed her thumb across the tip, spreading the drop of moisture from his excitement all around. Aidan shuddered and pumped his hips slowly, running his dick across her soft palm.
She marveled at the strength contained in his massive body. His hands planted on either side of her head, holding all of his weight off of her, while his hips continued pumping, his cock continuing its sensual glide through her hand. His head was thrown back in pleasure and she wanted to lick every ridge and valley of the spectacularly corded muscles in his neck. He pushed forward and stopped, letting his head fall forward, and once again she was snared by those magnetic amber eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As he began sliding down her body, his cock slipped from her hand, and he moaned from the loss. He held Grace’s sky blue eyes captive, drinking in all that she felt from their contact. His sensual slide ended with his head positioned right above her trimmed ebony curls, glistening with the juices of her arousal. He inhaled deeply, drawing the unmistakable scent of her arousal deep into his being. His mouth watered in anticipation of the first taste of his mate. He longed to have her
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