“I have been so frustrated all morning,” she whispered, sounding both confused and a bit shaky, her voice seeped in want that had me feeling eager to fix it for her. I hadn’t intentionally wanted to make Maya wait for pleasure, but knowing she had been sitting around all morning, turned on and waiting for someone… in this case, me, to fix it? It offered me a level of control and dominance over her pleasure that I hadn’t realized I’d wanted. I wanted her to need me.
“Do you want me to fix it?” I asked softly. My fingers pulled up her dress, and as my hand smoothed over her tight, curved ass that fit perfectly in my hand, she arched forward against me. I let out a low groan, loving how soft her skin was and wanting to see her skin turn pink under my grip as I fucked her.
“Yes,” Maya whimpered, her eyes flaring with heat as a flash of sapphire seemed to spark through them, her magic tightening against mine in a way that had my dragon immediately responding. Apparently that was all the permission we needed.
I tugged her down onto the garden bench behind us, pulling her onto my lap so that she was straddling my much larger frame. I flipped the straps of her barely there dress from her tan shoulders and cupped her firm breasts, rolling a thumb over her hard, pebbled nipples as my mouth fucking watered at how perfect she looked. A moan slipped from her throat, and I captured it against her soft petal pink lips, feeling possessive over those noises.
“No sounds.” I nipped her bottom lip. “Or else I stop.”
I wouldn’t actually stop—I loved the idea of someone hearing how fucking good I made her feel—but I could feel the way my order ramped up the surge of desire running through our bond, so I was perfectly fine pretending like something, anything, could pull me away from touching her perfect fucking body.
“Please don’t.” Her voice was a breathless plea as I continued to use one had to tease her taut skin, my other roaming up her spread thighs to where damp lace kept her wet pussy from me. I let out a low frustrated sound at the material as I pushed it to the side, sinking a finger immediately into her wet center, my name slipping from her lips as she rocked against my hand.
I could feel how fucking tight she was, and I knew the minute that my cock was inside of her, I would probably be coming. It was unbearable. The woman was made to fuck, and I planned on doing so as soon as fucking possible. Pumping one finger and then adding a second inside of her caused her legs to shake as she deepened the kiss with me, my tongue teasing the seam of her lips and tasting her sweetness. What I really wanted to taste was between her legs, though.
“Fuck, Maya,” I groaned, loving the way she moved her body, so naturally intoxicating without even realizing it. “You don’t even realize how fucking sexy you are. Do you know how hard it is not spending every single goddamn minute buried inside of you? Pulling those sweet moans from your lips? You’re a wet fucking dream.”
A tremble coursed through her body as her fingers slid into my hair, tightening while rocking harder against my hand, fucking herself. “Henry, please. I need more.”
“What do you need?” I growled as her fingers immediately jumped down to my belt buckle, unbuckling it with a lack of practice that I even found sexy. I didn’t stop her, groaning as she unzipped my suit pants, loving the way her breathing hitched as I slowed my movement on her clit, the sound of her wet heat on my fingers filling the silent garden around us. Fuck. I wanted to bury my mouth between her legs. Immediately. But I couldn’t give this moment up, not when her soft fingers were so close to how painfully hard I was.
“I need you,” she whispered, her fingers shaking slightly as she pulled my cock from my boxers, the tip of it leaking precum, knowing how close Maya’s tight cunt was, wanting to bury myself there, to plant a flag of ownership. Her lips opened as she looked down at me, a needy hum breaking from her throat. I knew what those lips felt like around me and what she tasted like, and I was cursing where we were right now because I wanted nothing else then to spread her out and devour her.
The sound she made broke my restraint, and my fingers slipped from her tight warmth, a noise of complaint momentarily coming from her before I tugged her forward by the hips and then gripped her ass. A low feral noise broke from my throat as her wet heat surrounded the tip of my cock, not going in but sliding over it as she began to rock against me, covering me in her hot wet heat. A small jolt ran over her frame. She slid her clit against me, and I knew without a doubt that she would come soon.
I wanted more than anything to be inside of her when that happened, even though I knew this wasn’t the time.
“Maya, not here,” I bit out, attempting to maintain some level of rational brain function. I knew that she would regret this, this moment between us not being more special and instead outside of a brunch both of us were trying to escape. Not that it made it any easier at all to rationalize that when she was rubbing against my cock.
“Please Henry, just a little?” Her heated eyes, a pleading look filling them, had me nearly taking her to the ground. I suddenly didn’t care that someone could walk by. Or that this wasn’t the time to fully claim my mate. I wasn’t positive how I held onto a small amount of control as the woman began to torture me, the tip of my cock pressing against her tight hole before sliding back against her wet heat. Her legs trembled as she increased her pace, my fingers leaving a bruising grip on her, no doubt.
“Sweetheart, fuck.” My tone was filled with warning as the back of my neck broke out in a sweat, my breathing rough as she pressed down against my cock further on the next pass. I held her up against me, rubbing my thumb over her clit as she began to slide down my cock just a small amount, the need to have some of my cum inside of her riding me hard. I growled out her name as she slid down slightly more and popped back off, causing her entire body to shudder, the game of ‘just the fucking tip’ making me feel nearly lightheaded with how badly I needed her.
Her breathing was as uneven as my own, and I found myself lowering her more than I should as the vision of Maya on my cock as she gripped my hair became all that more real. This was the real problem. There was no middle ground. I was either not touching Maya or I was practically fucking her outside of a restaurant.
I pressed my head against her collarbone, watching her tight cunt take me again and again as she tried to slide further down. I growled, trying to hang onto some level of sanity, wanting that moment when I officially claimed her to be special. I hadn’t realized how important that was to me, but fuck, it was hard to remember that when she was here, so willing and open to take me.
“I want all of you.” Maya’s begging was nearly the nail in the coffin.
My thumb brushed across her clit once more as I captured a scream from her lips as her tight center contracted around the tip of my cock at her climax. I followed almost immediately, unable to stop because of how fucking hot it was to be partly inside of her but not able to claim her fully. My cum left my cock as it filled her tight heat and then dripped back down between us, causing her to slip down just slightly more, a shiver running across her body.
Almost immediately, I pulled her from my cock, not trusting myself to not sink the rest of myself into her. I seared my lips to hers, the soft, content sigh and her pliant form making me know just how sated she was now. Unfortunately for me, I still was turned on as fuck, my cock hardening almost immediately again.