What a woman wants
I ached for him all day, and I tried to make him notice. A caress of the buttock here, a stroke down the back there... All marking him for mine later, when we had more time. However, the stresses of the day caused him to be rather immune to my efforts. So I plotted.
I bided my time until we were both ready for bed. Of course, I crawled between the sheets first, shedding my clothes and kicking them under the bed so he wouldn't notice that I was nude.
Feeling rather smug with myself, I began to run my palms over my stomach and breasts, sighing softly as the touch caused goosebumps. Yes, Dragonesses of my kind can get goosebumps, our scales are soft, and we have true skin under them, much like a bird with it's feathers.
I could hear water running in the bathroom as my mate brushed his teeth. Imagining the foam from the toothpaste forming around his mouth, making him look like a rabid fox made me giggle a little. I silenced myself quickly though, listening for the signs that he would be finished and headed for bed soon. Getting slightly impatient, I began to caress the outer flesh of my sex. Slipping a finger between my nether lips, I discovered that though my mind was truly wanting him, my body had seemingly given up. I was dry. Irritated I stopped moving my hands there and settled back on the bed to await his arrival. I told myself that when things began to happen, my body WOULD react properly.
F inished with his nightly routine, my Mate knelt upon the bed, reaching up to pull the light string and darken the room. I could feel him crawl up the bed next to me and settle down. He didn't pull any covers over himself, as usual. His fur keeps him warm in almost every night.
I rolled over towards him, the sheet over my body masking my nudity. Snuggled in under his arm, my head resting on his chest, I began to stroke his chest gently, running my fingertips through his fur.
"I love you." I spoke, softly.
"I love you too." He mumbled.
"Are you incredibly sleepy?" I asked, letting my fingers slide down his stomach and to his hips. Why couldn't he sleep nude? His boxerbriefs were getting in the way.
"Kinda... Why?" His hand began to rub my shoulder gently, sliding down to caress my back.
"Because...." I trailed off, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his shorts, teasing the fur and skin just under them, only to pull my hand back out and caress his thighs. I wasn't really listening to him speak just then, only to his heartrate and breathing. He jumps a little when I touch certain spots, like the join of the hip. I let my knucles gently graze over his balls as I reached across to tickle and massage his other leg.
'Ahh, there it is...' I thought to myself, as his body arched a little bit... 'He IS interested.'
Sitting up, I began to use both hands to touch him, teasing his stomach and sides with one hand and his legs with the other, never quite touching his intimate parts. Only slipping my fingers under his shorts every so often to almost a hair's bredth away from those places. I love the reactions I get when I tease him. He twitched as I ran my fingers along the sensitive bundle of nerves behind his knees, and when I lightly drag my talons over the tops of his feet and ankles.
He began to stroke my leg, which was about the only thing he could reach, as I was deliberately keeping my body away from him, except to press against him gently while I teased.
After a short time I began to brush my arm, or fingertips "accidentally" against his balls. His excitement was obvious by this point, his manhood straining the fabric of his shorts. Giving a secret smile, I reached down to tickle the back of his opposite knee, brushing my cheek against the head, inhaling quietly to check his scent. By this point he was almost straining to touch me, gasping with the quick contact with his need.
His scent decided me, I moved and gently began to pull his shorts down his hips, carefully not touching that proud flesh that waved at me as the fabric moved away. He was more than willing to assist me in that endeavor. I smiled at him in the darkness...
"Is there something you want?" I asked coyly. I knew, but I wanted to hear him say it.
"Is there something YOU want?" He responded. Rolling my eyes a little I returned to teasing the fur of his thighs and lower belly.
"I asked you first."
"I don't want anything you don't want.."
He was getting breathless at this point, but I was getting mildly irritated.
"Fine." The word was barely out of my mouth when I was darting my head down to engulf his manhood, careful, so careful not to scrape my teeth. My toung darted around it a few times before I sat back up.
"Is that what you want?" He wasn't saying much by that point, only straining to touch me. I chuckled a moment, deep in my throat before leaning back down to caress the fur of his balls with my tongue. I couldn't help myself, I took him back into my mouth before too long. After a few moments of his back arching, and his nearly futile efforts not to thrust in return, I readjusted to allow him access to my own need.
I hadn't realized how excited this had gotten me. Nor had I realized how much my own body was responding. When his hand encountered my heat, it was almost as though that part of me was underwater. His fingers slipped in so quickly and easily, that he himself gasped at the sensation of it.
Of course, once he begins with his fingers, those quick, seeking fingers, it's hard for me to concentrate.
Still attempting to please him with my mouth and tongue, my body began to tighten. He was finding all those wonderful spots inside me that make me quivver. It wasn't long before I had to stop with my mouth and bury my face into his thigh, muffling my cries in his fur as that wonderful heat and tingling that portends an orgasm struck my body. The joy he causes is indescribable. I can only say that once is never enough for him.
A fter a while I couldn't handle it anymore, I'd lost count of how many times he made me orgasm, little, big... Ahh, so many times, I had the driving NEED to return the favor.
Taking his arm, and pulling his hand out of me I breathe and realize his face is lit up with a very self-satisfied grin. That was it. I stood up carefully on the bed, my legs shaking, and settled myself on top of him, facing his feet. I knew this would cause my heat to tighten around him more, and I reached under and behind me to guide him into me. Almost immediately his hands went to my hips to help me rock back and impale myself. I was lost for a moment with the feeling of him filling me up, he fits me so well that with each thrust downward his lower self strokes all those places that his fingers were driving crazy just a little while ago.
I couldn't help another orgasm. I could feel him strain under me as my internal muscles tightened around him. To ease his discomfort I began to move, rocking and bouncing sligtly, sliding myself along his length until he finally tightened his hands on my hips and led the rythym of my body. I nearly had to bite my arm to keep from screaming too loudly as I reached peak after peak, my deep milking him with each one until finally, neither of us could take any more. I felt his body grow rigid under me, and his breath change, sucking in several times before his seed spilled into me, warm, sticky and wonderful. I moved once, perhaps twice more to take it all in before climbing slowly and gently off of him. Curling up at his side he stroked my shoulder, fur still slightly damp from me. Satiated, we dosed gently into sleep.
"Hon?"
"Mmmm yes?"
"Can you move?"
".....Maybe."
"We need to get cleaned up..."
We both laughed.