Transformation-Emily

I'm on fire. The taste of him is like a drug and I can't seem to get enough. As he breaks his soul devouring kiss I moan at the lost. I just need more of his. I circle my hips against him as the large bulge in his pants rubs the perfect spot. When he growls I feel my legs shake and I tighten them against him. God, I love that sound.

He captures my gaze and I watch mesmerized as the eyes of his dragon appear. When he licks his lips I feel a new wave of wetness coat my thighs. He circles his hips digging his erection into me and I toss my head back with a mean. The stones of the house roughen the strands and I barely care. When his mouth flies to my neck I gasp. Sweet, sweet joy I feel. The spot that he sucks is tender. My toes curl against his back and I know that I am close to euphoria. Our grinding increases as he builds me up higher. When he sucks harder I feel myself tense ready for the wave of pleasure to take me under when suddenly it all stops.

I catch myself right before I fa