Remi froze, swollen cock in hand, his lips pulled back in a grimace, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths, completely at a loss for words.
Cristie didn’t speak. She stepped into the shower with him and went down on her knees before him, reaching up to replace his hand with her own.
He didn’t let go of himself, looking down at her through the steam permeating the bathroom.
“Move,” she said, pushing at his hand.
“You…”
She shushed him gently, shaking her head to keep him from speaking. Then, with one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, she leaned forward and sucked its tip into her mouth.
Remi let out a deep, almost threatening groan, slapping his hands against the tiles at his back as his hips thrust forward in response to her touch.
Cristie leaned forward, allowing her lips to caress his length as she sucked as much of him as she could into her mouth, before pulling her head away from his body, allowing him to almost completely fall from her mouth, then held just the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking as she swirled her tongue around him, flicking the underside of the head as she worked him with her hands.
Remi’s hips began to work in conjunction with her pulls on his cock. When she pulled back, he pulled away from her. When she leaned forward, taking more of him into her mouth, he thrust forward. It was heaven, and more than he’d ever dared to dream, but her being in control of their interlude didn’t last very long. He wanted more. He pushed off the wall at his back and tangled both of his hands in her hair, holding her head still while he thrust into her eager mouth, looking down at her, his Dragon, peeking through his eyes every once in a while.
Cristie looked up at him, as she changed her grip on his cock to only one hand so she could reach between his legs and fondle his balls. He actually hissed, allowing her to stroke him, play with him, suck him almost to completion for a few more minutes before pulling her up off her knees, lifting her into his arms until they were eye-to-eye. His eyes were heavily hooded, another sign of his arousal as he looked into her eyes. He shook his head. “Notthat fast. I don’t want this to end yet, and I don’t want it to end in your mouth the first time.”
“What if I want it in my mouth?” she asked.
“Then I’ll give it to you, as much as you want, but not the first time.” Holding her up against his body, he slid one hand down to stroke her slit with his thumb, finding her slick and swollen. “I want to be buried so deep inside you that even I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull free. I want you whimpering. I want you begging. I want to fuck you so hard we both forget we even know who the other is other than the fact that we’re mates. Nothing but instinct and need.”
“Instinct and need,” she echoed as he pressed his thumb inside her as her body eagerly grabbed at his finger, trying to pull him in further. Cristie cried out, trying to push herself down on his thumb.
He shook his head as he pulled his thumb away, sliding her down his body until she felt his cock probing at her entrance.
Her breath caught as he angled his hips just right and pushed his way in — no gentleness, no preparation, just a forceful push, and he was fully seated.
He supported her body with both hands beneath her ass, his hands gripping her cheeks as he lifted her, then let her slide back down his cock.
“Remi!” she exclaimed.
“Not hard enough. You still know who I am,” Remi grumbled, shoving the shower curtain aside and stepping out onto the bath mat. He walked into the bedroom, placed one knee on the bed, then let go of her so she’d fall to the bed beneath him. Still inside her, he thrust forward harder than he should have, but he was making a point. She was his. Every single part of her body was his, and he’d never let her go. He looked down at her, her eyes glazed with pleasure as he pulled his hips back and drove his cock into her welcoming pussy again and again as hermuscles tried to lock down on him. But he refused to be stilled. He went up on his knees, grabbed her legs and lifted them from the bed, sliding his hands down to the backs of her knees where he forced them toward her shoulders, causing her ass to come up off the bed, giving him better access to slam his hips against her as he pounded her body with his own.
“God! Remi!”
He growled, and shook his head. “Still know me,” he mumbled and doubled down. He flipped her onto her side, sliding himself between her legs, one below him, the other in his grip and bent up toward her chest as he scooted so close to her he could barely move with every inch of his cock buried inside her.
He reached down with his other hand, stroking her clit as he massaged her cervix with the head of his cock, giving short, hard little thrusts.
She was whimpering, her sheath still trying to milk him, tightening and releasing around his length. She let out a high-pitched keen, grabbing at his hands where they held onto her leg.
“Hurt?” he growled at her.
She opened her eyes and focused on him, then nodded quickly before closing her eyes again. “Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered.
Remi grinned to himself, but didn’t break stride. Didn’t stop stroking her clit, didn’t stop pushing her beyond her limits.
Her breath stuttered, and she grabbed for his arm again, her claws piercing his skin. He looked down at his arm and the tiny spots of blood that appeared beneath her claws, only barely protruding from her partially shifted fingers.
“There it is, Cristie. You feel it?”
“Mmhmm, Mmhmm, yes!” she rushed out.
“What do I get? If I let you have it, what do I get?” he asked as he stopped stroking her clit, pulled his hips back just enough to release some of the pressure he’d been exerting deep inside her.
“No! No, please!” she begged.
