carried the lighting of the moon against its jade glowing surface as her lithe body sliced through the falling rain, making him ache with more need. Her golden dragon wings expanded with her arousal, their majestic span filtering the flickering lights of nearby buildings and cars into a soft, seductive glow around them as they brushed against his silver dragon wings.
He couldnât help whispering against her delicate earlobe, nibbling her slightly, âBaby, come put it on me.â Reaching out to hold her hips, he groaned then hit her with a transforming spell that changed her tight black jeans into a tight short skirt.
He watched her grip the oak as he bit his lower lip. His shaft wept as he glanced at her moving up the side of the tree to straddle him, using her wings and his hands as an anchor.
Kyo leaned back, keeping her balance as she got the itch to use her free hand, and slowly searched behind her to release her dream loverâs straining thickness into the wet midnight air. His thick head sprung out quick like a blade, and she felt it slap against her rear, making her gasp with desire.
She didnât know why she knew how to pleasure this man like this, but she innately knew him. This was her only man. Heâd been in her dreams forever. He was her first when she was twenty-one, and it all happened in her dreams. It frustrated her sometimes, but not on nights like this when the lovemaking seemed so real, felt so real.
She knew what she wanted, how she wanted it, and how he liked it. She took his aching shaft in her hand, squeezing, watching his lips part with need as she slid her hips down and up, gliding him inside her yearning, waiting haven. Yes, she knew this man. The only parts of him she could see were his sexy smile and thick member. He was so delicious, made for her only, fitting her so well.
She gasped, âYes,â as his hips met her swirling thrust, making their skin glow in the night.
Pleasure had her cradling the side of the tree. Her free hand fisted into his low-cut hair, grabbing enough to slightly pull as his hands squeezed the soft mounds of her rear and pulled them into the familiar fight of their sensual rhythm.
The rain covered them in a cooling but intoxicating waterfall spray of droplets as they both quietly battled to get the other off first. It was a necessity for each other, because who ever came first usually woke up first, and tonight Kyo wanted to make him come first.
Their descent into decadence always left her with a smile on her face and utterly satisfied in the morning, which was why she always looked forward to these dreams.
She moaned and stretched against his thrusting body as he opened her shirt and took a cinnamon nipple into his warm mouth. His dragon fangs caused an erotic friction that had her riding him harder against the oak tree. He bucked up against her softness, seeking to hit the pleasure principle of her core and heat. The pulsating tightness in his sac pushed him forward and up, until he heard the sweet, honey-coated vibration of her dragon song pouring from her lips. Her song had him seeing the rain around them slow and sparkle like diamonds in the night sky.
He held her close, inwardly begging for her to not stop, to keep going as he squeezed and pulled out of her. He saw the tears of frustration in her eyes as he captured her mouth, stood her on the ground, flipping her as she pressed her flushed face against the oak tree.
Letting the tip of his tongue trace the outside of her earlobe as she tried to turn and look over her shoulder, her wings spreadeagled in need. Anticipation made her claw at the tree when the tip of his head caressed the swell of her rear, enticing him to lightly trace her swollen lotus lips from behind.
She heard his sigh as his hand reached to stroke her belly in a lazy swirl that painstakingly found the moist, throbbing curve of her bud. She knew he loved it when she arched her back for him in this position, so she
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