Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

She was really doing this. Jozette was really kissing him.
Castor wrapped his arms around her, and Jozette wiggled slightly, still straddling his thighs. Heat seeped through her from the firelight or him.
It’s him. Definitely him, she thought.
It was like a dream come true. His taste was smoky and sweet as his lips moved over hers. Like he was born to do just that. The heat from his body was more than enough to warm her.
She pressed her core against him, never breaking their kiss, and moaning into his mouth when the hard bar of his cock stroked her through their clothing.
He had on a pair of black boxers while she wore a long flannel nightgown and cotton panties. Not the least bit erotic, and yet, she felt like a sex goddess when his hands squeezed her waist.
“Jozette,” he growled her name, sending lightning bolts of pleasure striking throughout her body, hitting every nerve ending.
Oh, dear lord.
The man growled, and her panties were suddenly flooded. Jozette had never thought herself capable of this, but she was a total slut for him. Turned on beyond measure as they kissed and petted one another in the common pursuit of pleasure.
One night, right? She could do this for one night. She could have raunchy hot AF wild smexy times with a man who looked like a god and was also a fiery Dragon, right?
What about disease? Pregnancy? Or her poor broken heart when he realized he could do better than her pudgy ass and walked away?
Ugh.
Her and her darn puritanical hang ups. Jozette moaned, rocking her hips against him as she slid her tongue into his mouth. Castor really seemed to enjoy that if his growl and the tightening of his fingers on her waist were anything to go by.
Get the condoms already and maybe ask him about Dragony diseases…
Shhhh!
She wanted to yell at her conventional side. Was it too much to ask that she just take a risk? Sigh. Yep. It was.
“Mmm, Castor?”
Grrrrrr.
Fuck. He’s growling. OMG. That was so fucking hot.
“Castor!”
“Yesssss,” he said, hissing and trying to recapture her lips.
“Um, have you, um, you know, had many partners before?”
“Partners?”
“Yeah, sexual partners, I mean.”
Easy girl. You can do this. Talking about sex is easy. Natural. Besides, what did her mom always say ‘if you can’t talk about it you shouldn’t be doing it’!
OMG. Please don’t think about Mom and Dad right now!
“I have never had sex,” he replied, staring at her mouth like it held the secrets to the universe.
Jozette stopped.
“You’ve really never ever with anyone?”
“I thought I explained I had not been free with a woman⁠—”
“Oh, I thought you meant like to have a relationship with one.”
“No, sweet, I was a prisoner for 500 years. Not a lot of women wanted to have sex with the son of a traitor chained in the dungeons on the Isle of Pain,” he grunted, one eyebrow raised.
“Uh,” she said, licking her lips and trying to wrap her head around that bombshell.
Wait, a sec. Did he just? Holy fuck. He’s a virgin!
Her panties were ruined at this point. She knew it. But she didn’t care. Need and desire pumped through her veins, and she kissed him again, wrapping her tongue around his and running her hands up and down his muscular body.
“Does that bother you? Jozette?”
“What?”
“Did you want me to stop? I know I am not worthy⁠—”
“Shut up,” she moaned, kissing him again.
“Lady Jozette,” he growled softly.
“Hmm?” She said, drunk on his taste and on the feel of his long-fingered hands kneading her ass as she ground herself on top of him.
Close. So close.
“Are we going to have sex?” He growled, hips flexing up against her, and she moaned helplessly against him.
“Yes,” she said.
If she had anything to say about it. Maybe she should have yelled it? Nah. Better not scare him with her raunchy ass thoughts.
Yes, fuck yes, absolutely, I’ll explode if your cock is not inside me in two seconds kind of yes. Yes yes yes. Let’s do it.
Instead, she said.
“Yes, Castor. If you want to, I mean.”
“Yes. I want to. So much, my sweet treasure. I want to pleasure you,” he growled. “Show me how.”
Jozette’s entire body lit up like the Fourth of July at his hotly whispered words. She moaned and whimpered as his hands slid under her nightgown, ripping the thing off her head.
Whatever the Dragon thought, he did not need lessons. He already knew what to do to please her. The sexy way he’d ripped her gown off was one thing, but when Castor held her away from him, eyes wild as he stared at her naked breasts, well, Jozette had no words.
Her sex swelled and dampened her panties under his hot, appraising gaze. She felt warm and needy. So very needy, as her Dragon simply looked and looked some more.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, looking at her for permission before reaching out to touch her skin.
Jozette moaned as his hands cupped and tested both plump mounds. His growl rippled through her as he teased and caressed, learning the shape and weight of each one. He laid her back on the mattress, careful of the fire. Hovering over her with his naked torso highlighted by the flames.
“I want to kiss you there,” Castor grunted, fingertips skimming over her nipples.
The erotic dance of his bronzed hands on her pale skin was mesmerizing. She couldn’t help but watch as he touched her, and fuck, she felt it, ten times over. His own amazement shone in his eyes, the indigo pools glittering with heat as he waited for her reply.
“Yes, please, kiss me,” she said, arching off the mattress when he did, settling his mouth on one tight nipple.
Jozette moaned as Castor explored her skin with his mouth, teeth, and hands. She’d never felt so treasured in her entire life. The way he murmured words of praise, kissing, and sampling her skin like he was committing the taste and texture to memory, had her already damp panties growing wetter with every passing swipe of his talented tongue.
“More,” he growled after releasing her tight bud with a loud pop.
Jozette nodded, more sounded good to her. Castor’s nostrils flared, indigo eyes glowing as he nuzzled and kissed his way down her soft belly. She didn’t even mind her rolls as his hands reached for her panties, tearing them clean off her skin. The Dragon seemed impatient to get at her, and she couldn’t fault him for that. Not when she needed him there so desperately.
Jozette leaned up on her elbows, watching him kiss his way down her pale flesh. Some areas were pink from his attentions, others needy and wanting more. Hell, make that all of her. Knowing what he was about to do made her breathing race and her heart pound.
Castor parted her legs, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. He breathed in her scent, eyes closing as if in ecstasy, before pinning her with his stare.
“Tell me what to do, sweet,” Castor said, eyes blazing with hunger.
Jozette licked her lips. She knew what she wanted. But she’d always been too shy to tell her few and far between lovers what it was she needed to feel good.
It was plain that he wanted her, but it was also very clear her sexy virginal Dragon needed the words.
Fuck it.
She thought, owning her own sexuality for the first time in her life. Embarrassment had no place here on this mattress between the two of them. So with a boldness she’d never had before, Jozi met his indigo stare.
“Tell me how to please you,” he said again, growling with his beast.
The rumbling sound sent lightning strikes of pleasure shooting through her body. Jozi was already so turned on, what did she have to lose?
Only my pride, she thought. But it was a price she was willing to pay for the pleasure promised in his unwavering stare.
“When two people want each other, anything goes,” she began, stroking his broad chest with her hands.
“I want to do everything, anything, to make you feel good,” he growled.
“I want that too,” she said, and her body heated. “I want you to touch me, Castor. Everywhere. I want you to kiss me⁠—”
“Can I kiss you anywhere?” he asked, eyes glowing and accent thickening with his beast.
“Yeah, you can. Kiss me here,” she said, pointing to her lips.
“Or here,” she moaned, and her hands cupped her breasts.
“Or even here,” she said, indicating her sex.
“I can kiss you here?” Castor’s eyes opened wide, heat filling them as he stared at her sex.
“Oh yeah. In fact, I’d like for you to kiss me there.”
“You would?”
“Yes. I want you to kiss me, to lick my pussy, Castor. I want to feel you push your fingers deep inside. To tease me until I come apart. Then I want you to replace your fingers with that thick cock of yours. I want you inside me, Castor.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I do. Only you.”
Castor swallowed hard. Chest heaving, he looked ready to burst. But Jozette wasn’t finished yet. She had to know how he felt about all this.
“What about you, Castor? Do you want that too?”