by Lisa Daniels
He followed her inside, and the moment she closed the door, his hands rested on her shoulders. He stared directly into her eyes, and she stared back, feeling invisible magnets pulling them together, heat suddenly pooling in her stomach and lower, as if a switch had triggered, along with the awareness of his lips and nose and stubble and how his eyes flickered to her own mouth.
Something flashed in his amber eyes, and he tilted his head to her, giving her time to escape it, like he had done so before. Her fingers dug into the base of his neck and she tilted her head upwards, to lock her lips with his. She sighed into the kiss, parts of her melting in pleasure at the close contact. One kiss turned into two, three, and then he moved her against the door, one thigh wedging between hers, pressing up into her core. Lightning bolted through her at the contact, and she moaned into his mouth.
Heat burned inside, and she wanted more than just kisses and words. She wanted to experience all of him, but panicked on a level she might be asking for it too fast.
Or maybe it wasn’t fast enough.
One week, and yet it felt like an entire lifetime already.
Would be nice to spend time with Oskar outside the looming context of her silly, inconsequential reunion party. She felt light and airy, wondering why she’d been so worried about it, as Oskar’s lips trailed along her neck, tongue pressing in a hot slide against her pulse point.
“Just so you know,” Oskar growled into her neck, “unless you stop me, I feel very much inclined to continue this.”
The words sent a hot thrill through her, and a tightness in her stomach. “So continue, then.”
He pulled back enough for her to see the twinkle in his eyes, before their lips mashed together, turning from pleasant to passionate, attaching deeper as their hands roamed, seeking flesh, sliding up onto bare skin from rumpled shirts. Kissing and groping standing up eventually transitioned to kissing and groping in Lena’s bedroom, when she’d hooked her legs around his waist, and he’d whispered urgently into her ear, asking where the bedroom was, before practically running full tilt to toss her onto the blue covers. Animal excitement radiated off his skin, and she felt so much heat from each touch, wondering if this was the dragon inside or just his normal body temperature combining with the burn of hers.
“Can I—” he said, tugging at her shirt, but hesitating, a tiny amount of uncertainty in his motions that somehow hit Lena in just the right way in her gut.
“You can take it off,” she assured him, reaching upwards for a quick kiss, to have those firm lips caressing hers. “You can take everything off.”
His pupils expanded even further if that was possible, until his eyes were black pits, and his breath hitched in his throat. Or was that her breath, because of the way he devoured her with his eyes?
Either way, it was incredibly arousing, to the point where she started tugging roughly at his clothes, deciding that he was far too offensively dressed at the moment.
“Hey, hey, getting impatient,” he growled, an almost wicked grin entering his face. He seized her hands and pinned them above her head, pressing them firmly into the mattress. The display of dominance only served to make her more aroused than before, and the heat and wetness between her thighs were getting unbearable. “I’m taking all yours off first.”
He gently ground into her, and she squirmed, craving more, waiting in almost unbearable stillness while he discarded one piece of clothing after the other.
With her naked body fully unveiled in front of him, he took the time to roam his eyes all over it, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and she shivered from the power of that little word, felt her previous shyness evaporate into courage. She watched as he rid himself of his clothes, though she wanted to do it herself. One warning glance from him had highly suggested to her to keep hands to herself… for now. The shaped contours of his muscular, lightly furred chest revealed itself, with abs that looked as though they might break a fist punching them. He appeared delighted with her hunger, and her heavy admiration of what sprang out from between his thighs as well. Bigger than she’d expected. Thick, as well.
She worried a little it might hurt, since her ex wasn’t exactly the most endowed in that area, but he seemed content to take his time with her, dropping to devour her lips again, one hand running over smooth skin and cupping her right breast. His hand left a fiery trail all over that she felt lingering on the surface even moments later. His lips moved to the soft flesh of her neck, trailing down to her collarbone, then left breast, hot mouth suctioning around the nipple and causing her to arch her back into him. Shit that felt good, and she wanted more, needed more, needed to be consumed in every possible way.
The heat in her was like a fever, begging for more, and gasps and whimpers parted from her lips, and her heart hammered faster when his hand dipped between her thighs, fingers dancing between her folds in the slickness there.
“All for me?” he said, a lazy smile on his face, eyes sparkling. She bucked towards his touch.
“Yes,” she managed, and this seemed to affect him greatly, because he kissed her hard again, and his fingers continued searching, circling around her nub before one digit dipped inside her entrance. She hissed and bit at his lip, adjusting to the feeling of him within her, before he expanded it to two digits, letting her stretch and beg for more friction.
When he pressed the heel of his palm hard against her nub, pressure from the combined sensation of him touching two erogenous zones sent her orgasm rising to the surface, breaking without elegance, until she was reduced to a panting, begging mess, shivering through the aftershocks of an intense orgasm.
All that without his erection inside her.
“Good girl,” he purred next to her ear, his fingers liberally spreading her impossible wetness, and she flinched when the fingers got a little too close to her hypersensitive nub. “I think you’re ready for me now…”
She felt the immediate loss of his heat as he departed from her, reaching for his pants to pull out a condom packet. He tore at the foil, revealing a slim, white latex condom, and rolled it over his thick erection. She watched with rising excitement, still sunk by her first orgasm, and when he positioned himself between her legs once more, she held her breath. He kept his dark eyes upon hers as he slowly pushed the sheathed tip into her, moving back and forth in slow increments, until her body was firmly able to accommodate all of him. The feeling of being stretched out, of being full dug at her heart, and when he began to move inside her at a more natural rhythm, one light finger rubbing against her already sensitive bundle of nerves was enough to have her coming once more, stronger and more bone-shattering.
Thoughts left her head, only desire and the storm of endorphins remained, flooding her body and making her weightless as he dove into her, chasing his own release. When he came, he burrowed his head into the crook of her neck and slowed down his movements in her, their bodies flush together. Her heart thundered loudly against his, which raced just as fast, and they lay like that for a few seconds, before he disengaged to drape one leg over hers.
“That was… something,” he said, kissing her ear, instantly sending more heat to her core.
Shit.
First time wasn’t enough. Neither were the second, third, and fourth times that followed afterwards, leaving them effectively chained in bed for the next few hours. Just exploring one another’s bodies. Tasting one another. Discovering all the hidden parts that made each other gasp. It stayed mostly vanilla, but Lena had a sneaking suspicion that when they went to less vanilla waters, she’d be right up for the tasks, though she didn’t know as of yet just what kind of sexual kinks would work for her. She’d never exactly experimented beyond the basics. But if Oskar asked…
Perhaps she’d be up to the task.
“This isn’t something I really do, either,” Oskar said, dabbing at a thin layer of sweat on his forehead with the white hand towel Lena had given him. He appeared sleepy and happy, lines crinklin
g up the sides of his face.
“What?” Lena’s legs were lightly tangled with his, and she took the time to swipe her fingertips along the stubble of his cheeks, appreciating the rough texture.
“Post-coital cuddling. Thinking of when our next time will be together. What we’ll do.” He covered his face for a moment with the towel, working out the damp. “I’m actually looking forward to that. Taking you out somewhere. Showing you to my father—he’ll be over the moon. He’s so desperate for me to take someone that at this rate he’d be happy if she turned up in rags and had nothing to her name. Amazing what years of being a bachelor does to your parents.”
Lena laughed at the image it conjured, imagining an overbearing red dragon parent trying to get his son paired off, becoming increasingly panicked over the years. “Oh God, I suppose that means I’d have to introduce you to my mother. She’s been asking after you something fierce. You’d be up for that?”
“Hmm.” He tossed the towel aside and began some light kisses on her eyebrows, tickling the hairs there. He looked and sounded so happy, and that contentment seared into her soul as well. “I guess I can. Seeing your baby pictures will be well worth the visit, I’m sure.”
“Shit,” Lena groaned, rolling onto her back in mock frustration. “She’s gonna do everything in her power to embarrass me.”
“Wait until we tell her the truth, though,” Oskar said with a grin, one hand draping over her stomach. Lena stared into his eyes, a lump in her throat.
“Truth?”
“That we started off as a lie, but it grew into something more than either of us imagined.”
She smiled at that, heart fluttering like some goddamned bird. “That’s how it is, is it?”
“Yep.” He popped the p, and gave a soft, sensual kiss to her mouth. She sank into the warm feeling of being cared for, being the utter focus of someone else’s attention.
Of experiencing a feeling that she could have sworn might be what love felt like, though she wasn’t prepared to say those words. Not until she was certain.
What she was certain of, however, was that she wanted to go on a lot more dates with Oskar. To make this work out, somehow. And probably look into doing something with her life other than working in Geevor’s library until the end of time.
It was always meant to be a pit stop. She never intended for it to be so long since she pulled on the brakes.
She thought this day would be the end of her manic week of happiness and whirlwind of emotions. She never saw it stretching any further than that one week.
Now she saw futures. Endless possibilities, and drank in the elixir of new love. She could do anything. Anything at all.
And it seemed her first anything of the late afternoon would be calling her mother, and asking if she happened to be in and wanted to meet a certain new boyfriend.
I just hope she doesn’t whip out the picture of me doing the handstand without any underwear, she thought, scrolling through her phone to bring up her mother in her contacts.
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Table of Contents
Date with a Dragon
(Untitled)
Chapter One – Lena
Chapter Two – Oskar
Chapter Three – Lena
Chapter Four – Oskar
Chapter Five – Lena
Chapter Six – Lena
Chapter Seven – Oskar
Chapter Eight – Lena