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“Distance?” she asks, face paling.
“Not emotional distance,” I quickly explain, “the physical distance.”
“Oh, you mean that we live far apart?” she asks, some color returning to her cheeks.
“Yes,” I confirm. “I want you to know it’s not a problem for me.”
She pales again, and I explain, “I don’t mean that it’s not a problem for me to be apart from you. I mean that I am willing to do whatever I have to do to close the distance between us. I can fly to California regularly, and I’m more than willing to move you to Alaska if that’s what you’d prefer.”
“You’d do all of that just to be with me?” she says, eyes wide with wonder.
“I would,” I say. “You… mean a lot to me.”
Why can’t I just tell her I love her? I don’t understand it. It makes no sense to me. I am a dragon, not a human! These anxieties aren’t supposed to plague me.
Yet, they do, and I have no choice but to accept that, I suppose. One virtue my long lifespan affords me is patience. Whatever it is that is keeping me from being direct, it won’t remain an obstacle forever.
It’s only a matter of time before I and the love of my life are able to be together forever.
ChapterNine
Truth
Sienna
Sometimes I think I'm almost compelled to have sex with Drake.
I don't mean he does anything to me. He certainly doesn't pressure me. I just mean that I always want to sleep with him. It seems like I have an endless capacity for arousal where he's concerned. Let me say that he’s obviously wealthy, very wealthy. I had no idea about that before today when we went out. None of my desire for him is related to that but he’s wealthy enough that he didn’t bat an eye when the outfit was rung up. He simply handed her a card, and if you add up every item of clothing I have and throw in all my jewelry, you won’t add up to what he spent on that dress.
Of course, it's easy to think about how my arousal never seems to stop while he's kissing me savagely and his fingers are moving inside of my pussy, driving me absolutely wild.
It's easy to think of how incredibly aroused I am when I'm sitting on his lap and he's rubbing his thumb back and forth across my swollen clit.
It's easy to imagine how extremely aroused I am when he's thrusting his big, thick cock inside of me, his body pressed against mine as he continues to kiss me. But we're not there yet. Damn, I want us to get there. I want us to get there right now.
On the other hand, there's something incredible about this, about how he can offer me such incredible sensation just with his fingers and his thumb, how his savage kiss can thrill me not only from a sexual standpoint but also with something approximating romance and sweetness.
I mean, God, this is like high school! It’s like I’m fifteen again, kissing Trevor Pearson and parting my legs slightly so he can slide his hands down my pants. My heart pounds in my chest, and when his fingers pass over my clit, I gasp in shock at the intensity of the pleasure that I feel.
That’s where the similarities end, though. The initial shock with Trevor is more due to the fact that it’s my first time doing anything more sexual than kissing a boy and the surprise that it can actually feel good to have a boy’s hand on my clitoris. It’s not like Trevor’s any good or like I’m any good for that matter. I don’t think either of us even cum. We just fool around a little bit, thinking we’re so grown up because we did something that adults do.
With Drake, the pleasure is something just absurd. I mean, the fact that he can stroke my clit and finger my G-spot better than I can is just insane. I read somewhere that the most intense orgasms a person can have are the orgasms they have when masturbating because they know how to stimulate their own bodies better than anyone else can.
But Drake not only knows how to stimulate me better than I can. Drake also knows how to stimulate me in ways I can’t possibly imagine. That becomes evident when he takes the hand that isn’t working magic on both sides of my clit—incidentally, that’s all a g-spot is, just the back end of the clitoris that pushes up against the vaginal wall—and presses it lightly to my navel just above my pussy, then moves it in slow, soft circles.
“Drake!” I shriek as an orgasm more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life hits me like a damned freight train. “Drake, yes!”
Of course, he keeps going when I cum. He won’t stop until I’m either unconscious or I’ve made him cum.
This feels amazing, but damn, I want him to fuck me. I want him to thrust his cock inside of me right now, that's what I want. I want his cock inside of me, I want it now, and I...
All right, I'm talking in circles.
Damn it, I need him to move things forward.
As though he can hear my thoughts, Drake ends the kiss and gently pushes me down onto the bed. And then his fingers are back at my clit and he's kissing me. Now his strong body presses against mine.
And he moves!
