Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I take a deep breath, and then put my hand on his jaw. "I'm going to kiss you now," I announce. "I promise it's good stuff."
He tilts his head just a little, nipping at my thumb, and it's clear he has no idea what I just said. Well, that's not a surprise. I stroke his jaw again, then lean in and carefully brush my lips against his.
Jurik freezes under me, his eyes narrowing.
I pull back immediately, studying him. "Kiss," I announce, then lean forward and graze his mouth with mine again. "Kiss."
His gaze flicks to my lips, and he anchors his hand on my hip, holding me closer.
"Kiss," I whisper, and repeat the motion. I'm keeping them light and playful, more of a caress than anything else. I want him to be comfortable with what I'm doing, because he's got a mouth full of sharp, wicked teeth and the last thing I need is for him to not be on board with kissing. What if his people don't like touching mouths? The thought occurs to me, but I suppose if he has a problem with it, he'll let me know.
"Kiss," I say again, and then put my lips on his once more. When he doesn't react, I let the kiss linger just a little longer, stroking my tongue against his full lower lip.
Then I pull back and watch him to see his reaction.
Jurik's eyes are deep gold, and his gaze flicks over my face, going back and forth from my mouth to my eyes and then back down to my mouth again. He parts his lips, and then leans in.
"Kiss?" I ask again, curious if he'll say it.
Instead, the dragon-man grabs my jaw, forcing my lips in a slight pucker, and puts his mouth over mine. When I giggle, he immediately releases my face, stroking my cheek instead and pressing his mouth to mine. It's not quite a kiss, but it's clear he wants to keep trying.
I'm game for more trying.
"Kiss," I murmur again, and rub my lips against his, then wait there, my mouth pressed to his, to see what he'll do.
He groans, his hand sliding to my wet hair, and his lips part against mine. He touches his tongue—searingly hot—against my lower lip, and gives me an enticing lick.
It leaves me utterly breathless. Panting, I hold onto him tighter and rub my nose against his, letting my lips flirt close to his mouth but not quite touching. It's like we're trying to figure each other out, what the other likes, what the other needs. His hand slides up and down my back, his gaze locked on my mouth, but still he doesn't say anything.
I know he can talk, the frustrating man.
"Kiss?" I ask. "Ki—"
Before I can repeat the word, his mouth crushes to mine, all enthusiasm. Gone are any thoughts of being coy or gentle. It's clear that Jurik likes kissing, and he's tired of flirting with the concept. My lips part under his when his tongue flicks at the seam of my mouth, and then he licks at my mouth once more, sending shivers up my spine.
Fast learner, this man.
Tentatively, I touch my tongue to his, letting him know that I like this, and that I want more. "Kiss," I whisper, breaking off for a moment before diving back to his soft, hot mouth. His lips are firm but plush, a fascinating mixture that I find utterly erotic, as erotic as his stabbing hot tongue. He's not a gentle kisser, this dragon-man. He's a conquering force. I don't mind it, though. It's a kiss, and for all that it's raw and enthusiastic, it's also intimate and hungry. Every time he licks deep into my mouth, I feel a surge of arousal through my body, and I whimper when his big hands slide down to my ass and drag me closer against him. His cock is hard against my body, our chests pressed together just barely under the water. I want to rub up and down against him, to feel the strength of his body against mine. God, he feels good.
"Ks," Jurik murmurs thickly.
"So you can talk—"
I gasp as his hand slides between my thighs, parting them. He cups my pussy, his gaze on mine. "Ks," he says again, and then I feel his finger slide through my folds, the pad of his index finger settling unerringly on my clit.
He claims my mouth again, and as I gasp against him, he kisses me deeply, his tongue plundering my mouth even as his finger strokes me oh-so carefully between my legs. Despite the water we're standing in, I can feel the thick fluid of my arousal making me slippery, and his fingers glide so effortlessly over my clit that it feels incredible. Within moments, I'm arching against him, crying out my need. His hungry kiss swallows the sounds I make, and he doesn't let me up until I'm quaking against him, a feverish orgasm rocketing through my body with such speed it leaves me breathless. He claims me with a ferocious kiss even as I tremble with the aftershocks of my orgasm, not letting me up until he's satisfied.