I fucked him with my fingers nice and slow. Bartholomew kept calling my name, and I moved closer, unable to resist kissinghim. His lips were harsh against mine. I swallowed his moans, tasting him. I pressed a third finger into him, and he winced. He took a single deep breath before he captured my mouth again.
The kiss grew wetter and hotter as I fucked him with my fingers, our tongues tangled, tasting, exploring. Finally, I slipped out of him, and Bartholomew protested, “No.”
I chuckled. “Patience.”
His response was a needy whine I quite enjoyed. I put a generous amount of lubricant on my cock. I guided his legs around my hips and hovered over him, rubbing my cock on his hole. His hips moved to chase me as I teased him.
I notched the crown of my cock to his hole. “Breathe, Mate.”
I pushed. The muscles resisted my entry as Bartholomew winced. He was tight, even after everything. It took a couple breaths before the ring of muscles gave way and the tip slipped in. I groaned at the hot, tight sensation of his channel enveloping the crown of my cock. “Bartholomew, you’re so tight.”
He clutched my shoulders, panting.
“Are you alright?”
“Give me a second.”
I kept my hips perfectly stationary and kissed his mouth open. I wanted to thrust into him, filling him, but I waited, loving on him. As he relaxed, I pushed in. I went slow, working my cock in and out of his hole until my hips were flush against him. I kissed his neck. “I’m inside you.”
Bartholomew didn’t answer. He groaned. It was a needy noise full of pleasure and demand for more, which I was more than happy to give him.
I pumped his cock until the tip glistened with pre-seed. Gently, I thrust in and out of him in long smooth strokes. Bartholomew had his arms wrapped around my neck and his legs held me close. My tail curled around his ankle, and my wings spread out wide, covering him, protecting him.
His harsh breath rushed over my lips, and his eyes stayed locked on mine. “Honey, it’s so good.”
I gave him a gentle kiss, panting. Every movement stoked my pleasure, building my orgasm. He was so tight and perfect. I’d never felt anything like it. Bartholomew rocked in time with me, making me plunge deeper inside of him.
“Yes,” he called. “Right there, Honey. Rightfuckingthere.”
Gripping his butt, I angled to hit the spot that made him moan with every thrust. Bartholomew released a strangled cry; his eyes closed and his hands fisted in my hair. My moans twined his, mixing with the slick sound of my pounding into his hole and the slap of my scales onto his skin. His hole was clamping onto my cock, and he was holding me tight, screaming my name. I’d never felt so close to someone, and Bartholomew was not anyone—he was my mate.
I jerked his cock in time with my thrusts to increase his pleasure, and his grip tightened. His breath turned rough, making his chest heave. I licked a drop of sweat that slipped down his face, and a moan ripped out of me at the salty taste. I kissed his lips, panting.
“Flower,” I breathed, and he grunted, eyes closed as he chased his pleasure. “Look at me, please,” I begged.
His brown eyes popped open. “I’m right here, Mindy. Nowhere else. I’m with you. Just us.” I thrust into him, and his legs squeezed me. “Oh, god,” he cried. “Honey, I’m close.”
Kissing his neck, I said, “Come with me.”
He bit his lip, sweat dripping down his chest, as I continued to fuck him with powerful thrusts. I licked the beads, pumping his cock and pounding his hole, and all of sudden, his head arched back into the pillow, tendons of his neck tight, and a strangled cry ripped out his throat. Seed erupted from his cock, painting our stomachs while his hole clenched around me, and I fought my own release as I rocked into him, extending his pleasure,until I could hold back no longer. I slammed into his tight hole and my orgasm exploded. I bit his neck, hard, releasing a muffled shout.
My hips rocked in slow aftershocks as I panted against my mate. I licked the dark red mark on his neck. I hadn’t broken the skin, but it had to have hurt. “Sorry, Mate. I bit you harder than I meant to.”
He moaned, shaking.
I laughed, nuzzling his neck. When I began to soften inside of him, I snuggled as close as possible. I wanted to stay here, connected, but I knew I couldn’t. Drakcol usually remained connected for quite some time before separating, but humans didn’t, according to Kalvoxrencol—his Seth didn’t enjoy it. I breathed in Bartholomew’s scent, enjoying the closeness while I had it. He stroked my back, then traced my wings, pressing kisses to every part of me he could reach.
“That was amazing.”
Happiness burned me. I nuzzled him one last time before withdrawing. Bartholomew winced when I started to pull out. “What?”
“Don’t leave.”
“I thought humans didn’t do that.”
“Stay for now. I like the feel,” he whispered, a deep red.
I kissed the blush. He was so damn cute. Bartholomew. My perfect Bartholomew. I remained on top of him, sharing his air, until he kept wiggling. I had no idea if it was my cock buried in his hole or my weight. Either way, I couldn’t remain. I slipped out, and my seed spilled out of him in an erotic display that I had to watch for a moment before laying beside him and draping an arm over his side as well as covering him with one of my wings.
