The sun was warm on my skin, shimmering with blinding white light on the water around me. As I rose up it melted away over my naked skin, feeling thick as wax but clear as crystal, meandering over every hair and goosebump. Skinny-dipping in this serene place, walled in by trees and watched only by the birds that chattered and fluttered from branch to branch.
He waited for me on the shore, nestled in the green grass, his location given away by the white tendril of smoke that coiled up from his joint and dispersed into the air. He was as naked as I, skin dripping and dewy, hair loose and tangled in the grass. His eyes were still closed as I came up beside him, sliding onto the blanket he’d laid out for us and plucking the joint from his hands.
The taste of ash and herb filled my mouth. Floral – bright – burning. I let the smoke cascade over my lips and laid my head against his chest, stroked my fingers over ever muscle, every curve of flesh: my partner’s form made real as if my fingers were painting him in space. He looked down at me with half-lidded eyes and kissed my damp hair.
“What do you wanna do?” he said, in a voice that was made deeper and rougher by the high floating through his body.
“You.” I giggled, and the laugh caught. It bubbled up out of my belly, irresistible, even as I straddled him and leaned down, muffling my laughter against his mouth. His lips, soft and full – the kind of mouth I could have spent ages exploring, touching, tasting. My hands stroked over his body, the sensation of his skin moving against mine like electricity. He grasped my hand, laced his fingers through mine. We passed the joint again.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured. The sun was hot on the back of my head. My hair dripped, cold and shocking across his chest. I felt like a dragon breathing smoke into the spring air.
I was straddling his cock, already half-erect when I’d come back to him. But now it had hardened: I felt it thickening beneath me, twitching, pressing eagerly against my nakedness. I wiggled down, crouched over him, a dragoness over her prey. I caressed the thick bush of hair around his hard member, feather-light touches, watching the goosebumps prickle across his skin. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and felt it pulse in my hand, the tiniest glimmer of pre-cum shimmering at the tip. A diamond, as bright as the sun on the water.
I took another drag on the joint before I licked up that tiny bead, smoke pouring from my mouth and over his belly as I did. He watched me, arms folded behind his head, a little gasp sucked from his lips at the touch of my tongue. I smiled, wide and excited. I loved the tease. I kept my touches light, stroking up his cock to its head, gently touching over the top.
“You’re gonna drive me crazy doing that,” he groaned. I passed the joint back, and watched it trembling in his hand.
“Good,” I whispered. “That’s my favorite thing to do.”
I gripped him in my hand, drew my face close, inhaling his sent – deep, masculine. I let my breath touch him, let it whisper over his head, then slowly swirled my tongue around his tip. He exhaled, hard, having been holding his breath. Around and around my tongue went, until I wrapped my lips around like a lolly. Still my tongue swirled, and at the same time I applied the lightest suction. I watched him take the joint to his lips again, but still his hand was shaking and I only intended to make him shake more.
I took him in mouth, slowly, all of him, letting my tongue slide along his shaft as I did until he hit the back of my throat. I clenched my throat around him as I slid my mouth up, then back down again, tracing patterns with my tongue until I got to his head and lingered there, suckling until a groan escaped raggedly from his throat.
“Fuck, Mary…” He sounded so good when he was weak with desire. “You feel so fucking good.”
The dragoness in me could have roared. Instead I took him in my mouth again, consuming him, savoring his taste, his scent, the feeling of his hardness on my tongue. More precum rewarded me, jewels for my collection. I wrapped my hand around him once more, so that my hand followed my mouth as I sucked up and down, clenching and squeezing. My fingers went soft around his head, caressing the saliva I let drip from my lips down his shaft. Every touch to his head was making his breath hitch now, and it made my greediness rise. I wanted my fill, my treasure, my reward.
I took him deep down my throat, and quickened my pace. Long steady strokes, hand and mouth working in unison, tongue teasing, flicking, writhing. His body shook, his groans growing lower, wilder, a beast emerging. His free hand clenched on the blanket, and I watched his face melt with pleasure. His muscles tensed, his cock throbbing in my mouth –
He filled me, gasping as he did, body overcome, butter in my hands. The dragoness’s prey brought down. I swallowed hungrily, and smiled from between his legs.
“Fuck.” Just a breath. I crawled up beside him again, cuddled under his arm. “I’ll…let me…you deserve…”
“I know you’ll reciprocate, but rest first,” I kissed his neck, his sweating chest, and took the joint from his limp hand. “We have all the time in the world.”
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