As our lips locked, I pushed her down slowly, her back resting on the ground while I leaned over her, looming into her eyes.
"Your eyes are beautiful," I muttered. I did not know why I said that. It was not calculated or well thought out; it simply slipped out.
Her eyes widened for a moment, and her face went red. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine as if trying to hide her embarrassment. She was getting better. Her wet tongue wrapped around mine and took the lead. I let her, being dominated for a bit was nothing bad.
We kissed for a few seconds more, and then I felt it hard in my pants, my dick pressing hard against my pants as blood rushed down there very fast. It pressed against her leg.
She noticed, and she looked down. She was stunned a bit when she saw that, but not the emotion that came from fear, but simply one that came from surprise.
"Because of me?" She asked.
"Well, yeah," I replied, choosing to not try to hide.
She looked at me with wide puppy eyes and then asked something I did not expect.
"Can I touch it?"
’Well, that came out of the blue. She is more bold than I even thought she would be.’
"Yes, sure," I replied, thinking that she would wait for me to take it out. I was wrong. She shoved me back, pinning me against the rock. I looked at her with shock and a bit of surprise. Her hand went right for my pants, digging under my pants. The moment she grabbed it, I felt a chill run down my spine. I had to bite my lip to ensure I didn’t make a sound.
Lia’s eyes widened when she held it, a slight excitement in her eyes. It made me happy knowing that my tool had enough girth to make her eyes widen.
"This is my first time holding one. In my home tribe, you only get to when you have chosen a mate. Dragonbloods like me are given to one partner for the rest of their life," she explained.
"Is that so? So, are you okay with doing this with me?" I asked.
"I am. I want to be with you, you saved me," she replied and then leaned in, our lips locked again as her hand slowly began to move. She gripped a bit too hard, and I winced.
She looked up at me. "Are you alright?" She asked me with worry in her eyes.
"I’m fine, just be a little softer."
She nodded and slowly started moving her hands up and down while our lips locked. She kissed me eagerly, and I fought to maintain some control. Her hand moved like it had a mind of its own. It was not the best I had ever received, but somehow it managed to make me feel even better than some of the best ladies to do it.
Lia soon pulled it out of my pants. She stopped kissing me and looked down at it, staring as if she was ensnared by it. She brought her second hand and wrapped it around it, both hands fitting under and above, with some space still existing. I was really packing.
She looked closely at it while she slowly began to move her hands up and down, staring at the hole at the top.
I let her do what she wanted, simply focusing on keeping calm and not allowing this to end fast. But that was harder than I thought because I could already feel the buildup coming. She looked up at me.
"Am I doing it right?" She asked. "My mother once showed me a bit about this, saying it was the way to ensure my mate was happy."
’Uhm, yeah, don’t talk about your mum when we are busy, ugh, ugh.’ My mind blanked. She ramped up the speed, and I could feel myself closer to an orgasm before I knew it. I could not allow myself to be that easy; it had only been a minute or so.
I tried to push her off, but it turned out she had more strength than I thought. She stroked it even faster, and before I could say anything else, my body jolted, my seed spraying out like a fountain and splashing right into her face. A scene that I have to describe as the best in the world.
My breathing was heavy after. I tried my best to catch my breath, and then I looked at her.
"I’m sorry about that," I said. She simply smiled and responded.
"It’s fine." She used her finger and touched some that were on her lips, and without pause, she placed it on her tongue and licked it. I was downright stunned.
"It tastes salty, a bit tangy, and slimy." She looked at her finger and then leaned forward. "I like it," she said, something I never thought I would hear from such an innocent face.
Her words were enough to get me up again easily, stronger than last time. She looked at it and then at me. "I thought it only came up once, that’s what I heard."
"Normally it does. It seems you managed to get it up twice," I replied. "So, it’s your responsibility to handle it," I said with a smile. She did not waste a second, and then she did the unthinkable.