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  He pulled her closer and took her mouth in a soul-melting kiss. Macy felt as if she were in free-fall while lying there on the bed.

  When he parted the kiss, Aaron kept her just as close as they had been in it, and said, “Now, can I ask you something?”

  “Anything,” Macy replied.

  “Am I your first Nathairfear? Have you ever gotten laid with one of us before?”

  Macy smiled into his almost painfully handsome face. “Actually…yes, I have. You remember I told you about the ones my father did business with. There was one of them—a younger one, a ‘rising young executive’ type…”

  “And I know just how much he was ‘rising’ too. I know how many times he ‘rose’ every time he got you into bed.”

  “That’s true.” Macy grinned. “This is the way all of you are, isn’t it? Inhumanly gorgeous…”

  “…and inhumanly horny. What can I say? It’s our gift.”

  “And it certainly keeps on giving.”

  They clinched together again, kissing and laughing.

  “Well, I’m sure as hell going to keep giving it to you,” said Aaron. All f…ing night long. As a matter of fact…I want you to stay the weekend.”

  Macy raised her eyebrows, surprised—not unpleasantly, but surprised. This night had become far more than she was expecting, and now it was becoming even more than that.

  “The weekend?” she repeated.

  “Hell yes, the weekend. I want you in this bed and all kinds of other places. I want to bang you all the way into Monday morning. It’s my birthday; say yes.”

  Macy chuckled. “Well, I know from experience that you can do exactly what you say you can do…”

  “Damn right, I can. Don’t even think of leaving here ‘til Monday morning. You’re mine for the weekend, and we’re going to go down on each other, and I’m going to screw you senseless until then.”

  “You’re used to people doing as you say, aren’t you?” she teased him.

  “Yes, I am. And I’m used to banging non-stop. So, you might as well be ready to have my dick in and out of you for the next couple of days.”

  Macy peered down the little bit of space between them to find the part of Aaron in question just as hard as it felt in her hand. She gazed back up at him and sighed. “I’m ready.”

  “Then lie back and open those beautiful legs,” Aaron said with another kiss. “I’m going in again…”

  Aaron rolled Macy onto her back, and she submitted completely. She moaned with a renewed ecstasy at being penetrated deeply by him and feeling him set himself down on top of her once more.

  It was not just once more, though. Aaron topped and drilled her to another breathless orgasm there on the bedspread, then ate her out to an equally breathless climax of her own. Then, he dimmed the lights with a switch that he had on the nightstand—naturally, he would have a means of controlling the lights without having to get out of bed—and they climbed under the covers where he mounted her and plunged himself into her yet again. After emptying his honey sac into her womb this time, he climbed off her and strummed her love bud until she burst into a further orgasm. And still, he was not done. Somewhere in the small hours before dawn, after Aaron shut off the lights and let the room go dark, they lay like spoons, like the one sculpture in his gallery, and he slid into her from behind, urgently pounding in and out of her while fingering her joy button. This time, her climax came only seconds after his. Macy felt like the female dragon in the other sculpture, falling and spinning down through the sky with the male, talons and tails joined together until their ultimate release.

  Finally, they lay tangled together in sheets both warmed by their bodies and moistened with the product of their loins. The last thing Macy heard before sleep closed around them was Aaron groggily saying, “You are such a f…ing good lay…”

  Macy did not know when she had ever felt so exhausted with satisfaction at closing her eyes and dropping off. Her last waking thought was that tomorrow, Saturday, would be more of the same.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Sunlight streaming in through the blinds warmly teased Macy awake.

  She looked across the bed and found Aaron lying with his back to her. His shoulders and upper back had broken out into scales while he slept. A pair of scaly ridges running down the middle of his back and a pair of points on his upper shoulder blades suggested where his wings would appear if he were morphed. Macy lay watching this, fascinated, remembering the times in bed with her other dragon lover when she had seen this. He’d told her that sometimes when they were in a dream state, the skin of the Nathairfear would go partly dragon. It was one of the reasons they used to be so careful about the humans they let close to them and the ways they lived and interacted with them. When they lived in secret, the Nathairfear had much greater reason for concern about the fears of those who lived in only one body.

  Soon enough, the scales on Aaron’s back vanished as if his human skin had drunken them in, and he stirred and turned around to face her. The handsomest face that Macy had ever seen was now shadowed with a morning stubble that only made him sexier. And as the memories of last night came flowing into her mind like the seed from his tool pumping inside her so many times, Aaron was already a mass of pure, raw, gorgeous sex.

  “Good morning,” he said. “Hell of a sleepless night we had, huh?”

  “Yes, it was,” Macy said. “And very sexy.”

  He grinned a carnal, sinful grin from out of that stubble-shadowed handsomeness and said, “I could have had it in you more than that, but we had kind of a late start.”

  “Like you said, we’ll have all weekend now.”

  “Yep. It’s gonna be playtime from now to Monday.” He made a seductively pained expression. “Damn, I’ve got such an aching boner. Come over here.”

  Macy slid across the satin sheets and into Aaron’s massively muscled, waiting arms. At once, his mouth was on hers, starting the morning with a deep kiss, and he guided her hand down beneath the sheets and between his legs to what ached for her. It was as huge and hard as ever, and it surged at her touch. “Stroke it,” he said, and she did, though he hardly needed to ask.

  With Macy’s fingers running the length of his morning wood, Aaron put his own hand between her legs and passed two fingers through her moistening entrance and into her turgid tunnel. She moaned in mid-kiss, and her mouth received his tongue.

  “Feel that hard-on?” Aaron asked, slurping her lips. He began to slide his fingers in and out of her sex, making her give little squealing noises into his mouth. “Yeah, that hard-on wants to go right in there the way it did all night.” He surprised her by slipping his fingers out of her and rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of him. “First, though,” he said, pecking her mouth, “go on down and give us a suck.”

  Macy’s heart raced at the thought of tasting his erection again. Without hesitation, she slid down his body, peeling back the sheets and bedspread as she went, until his thick flagpole was fully exposed. Opening wide—and feeling the sweet ache that she expected from sucking him last night—she took her accustomed two-thirds of his meat with one gulp, making him groan a loud curse of morning delight.

  She sucked Aaron hungrily, surprising herself with the voraciousness with which she took his shaft of flesh into her mouth, as if she had never sucked a man before. And truth to tell, she had never sucked a man like this before. Her previous dragon lover had been in excellent shape, hard and toned all over, but he was leaner, and his piece was thinner, like a long precision tool. The thing between Aaron’s legs was an enormous war-club, built to punish a partner with maddening pleasure. Macy sucked him deeply and slowly, letting him pulsate in her mouth and feed her his salty syrup, drinking in the sounds of his euphoria. She cupped his pouch and delicately squeezed it in her palm while she sucked him, and felt the ripple of pleasure she was giving him move through his muscles. As long as he was intent on taking her past the boundaries of passion this weekend, Macy decided she would give him as good as
she got from him. And she pulled just a little harder on his tool just to make the point. His groans and squirming told her that Aaron was getting and appreciating the message.

  Growing playful, Macy decided to test how much teasing pleasure Aaron could take. She changed her tactics, switching from filling her mouth with his meat to sucking just the tip. She slid up his pole until just the crown of his maleness was in her mouth and began to suck rhythmically at it. His entire body clenched. He shut his eyes tightly and opened his mouth wide, shouting, “Aaahhh…! Goddamnit! S..t, that’s good! Oh, F..K, yeah! Uuuhhh…!”

  But Macy wasn’t finished with him yet. She wanted to enjoy his delicious foreskin. Most human males in America were shorn of that sleeve of flesh that covered the head of the tool. Weredragons did not practice circumcision and were intact with everything that nature gave their human male parts. Aaron’s piece had a turtleneck better than the mock turtleneck he had worn last night. She used her mouth to pull his turtleneck up over the head of his piece and sucked it in deeply, then relaxed, then sucked it again, all the while fondling his sac. Aaron thrashed his head back and forth on his pillow. “God…DAMN!” he cried. “Damn, you’re making me f…ing crazy!”

  She kept at him that way for long, pleasure-soaked minutes, making him toss his head, squeeze his nipple with one hand, and slap the bed with the other. He bent his legs up around her, making a cage with his thighs, and then she began to alternate between sucking his foreskin and taking in his entire shaft. Aaron grunted and swore at her, loving what she was doing to him—until he decided it was time for some payback.

  Aaron lifted himself up onto the heels of his hands, his mind reeling with what Macy was doing to his privates. Through clenched teeth, he said, “Okay, you want to play, is that it? Well, now I’m gonna have a little fun of my own.” He took her by the shoulders, and she let the head of his prong slip from her lips with a final slurp. He brought her up to him and branded the lips that had sucked him so wickedly with a searing kiss. “Now, lay that pretty ass of yours back down, and let me show you something. You are so gonna get it…”

  Macy’s heart galloped, and her eyes widened at the way he took control of her. What was he about to do? He answered her immediately with his next act. Aaron put her back down, her head coming to rest in the direction of the foot of the bed. He lifted her legs into the air and hitched them around the sides of his torso. “Lie still,” he ordered her. Macy froze. Aaron put her hands up on either side of her head, and she did as he said and let them stay there. Then, on all fours, he bore down on her and plunged the hard, stiff wood of his maleness into Macy’s vulnerable, wet pinkness with one swift stroke that made her wail with a mind-dizzying shock of pleasure. He pinned her there with his hands at her wrists, and like a four-legged animal he began to beat his monstrous thing inside her with a force that drove her to wail on almost at the top of her lungs.

  He plunged himself into Macy relentlessly, with all the power of his gym-built muscles. His teeth still clenched, he made the most inhuman sounds of sexual frenzy on top of her, screwing her so hard that Macy could feel it in the very marrow of her bones. Her wails became loud whimpers of pleasure beyond comprehension. “Feel that, huh?” Aaron growled at her. “Feel that dick showing you who’s boss? Yeah, you’re getting it now.” He uttered another long growl, slamming into her like a sexual piledriver. Macy whimpered and sobbed helplessly beneath him, keeping her legs wrapped tightly around him, taking in the inexpressible feeling of Aaron making himself a slamming piledriver of sex. She feared she would pass out from too much pleasure for her body to contain. “Yeah,” he said in a guttural tone, “you’re getting f…ed now. Rrrrrr, that’s called f…ing. I’m gonna show you what banging is. I’m gonna show you what f…ing is. Rrrrrr, yeah take that f…ing dick. Take it…”

  Powerless against her own desire and the sheer savagery of Aaron’s pumping, Macy slipped into a state of total and complete euphoria as if she had been drugged. But no drug ever concocted by man was ever as potent as the power of Aaron on top of her, slamming his piston in and out of her. This was a pleasure beyond pleasure, a bliss beyond bliss. The hammering of Aaron’s tool took her to another world where there was no other feeling but this. Even her near-screaming wails dissolved into whimpers of sensual wonder. And still Aaron raged on in and out of her. Perhaps he would screw her this way until she simply went mad.

  Suddenly, Aaron reared up on his knees, continuing his hard and deep thrusts into Macy’s passage, letting her legs fall down around his hips while he grasped her sides to hold her in place to continue receiving his merciless drilling. He looked down at her blissed-out expression and fixed her with a look of primal rapture. He took one hand and licked the fingertips, then moved it down to her joy switch and began to finger and strum it, adding notes of more tender pleasure to the furious drumbeats of his log in and out of her. Macy’s sounds turned to long moans of ever-building sensation. He was lifting her higher again, making her feel as if she were rising from the bed. When he began to move her switch in circles, Macy finally hit the limit of the pleasuring she could take. Her back arched, and a shriek tore itself from her lungs, announcing her most shattering orgasm yet. The lightning strike of her climax brought Aaron to one of his own. He came into her like the bursting of some great dam, his man-milk cascading into her in rolling waves of stickiness. As always, he held his length all the way in her to ensure that she got every drop, and he took a long time to soften from a stiff pole to a flaccid hose. When at last he did, and his piece slipped out of her dripping lady parts, Aaron emitted a long, exhausted, and thoroughly sated groan, and fell on top of Macy.

  They lay that way for a long time, a naked heap and tangle, both of them too spent to move. Macy was in a silent daze, breathing as deeply as she could while his weight pressed her down. Aaron’s head was buried in her shoulder, and he muttered profanely and sexily at her, kissing her shoulder and neck. Eventually, he found himself able to roll off of her, and they lay side by side now, feet towards the headboard. Aaron felt for her hand and took it in his. He cursed one last time. Macy sighed.

  He had just enough strength to roll his head to one side and look at her gazing up at the ceiling, dazed from the most deliciously hard screwing she had ever received. “Damn,” he exhaled. “See what you do to me?”

  “What I do to you?” Macy said, still looking straight up. “No one’s ever done me that way in my life. Ever.”

  Aaron squeezed her hand. “Are you all right?”

  Now, she did look over at him. “I don’t know if I know the word for what I am right now. Except it was good. So good I don’t know what to call it.”

  Aaron managed to pull her back into his arms. “I think we’re going to have to go to sleep again for a while after that. I’m going to need to recharge from that, before I get it back in you. Hell, that felt like a power workout.” He kissed her. “A power workout with a happy ending.”

  Macy let him hold her, and buried her head against his chest. “Very happy.”

  “What you did to me when you were going down on me—that was too f…ing hot. You’re gonna have to give me some more of that.”

  “As much as you want.” She sighed.

  “Later, though,” he said. And he gathered the sheets around them and wrapped them up in them, and together they cuddled up and drifted into a morning snooze.

  An hour or so later found them still cuddled up together, awake in a haze of arousal, kissing slow kisses while Aaron played his index finger up and down the wet slit of Macy’s womanhood, lighting a smoldering fire inside Macy. She returned the favor by slowly running her fingers up and down his newly stiffened member, drawing rumbles of approval from Aaron as he kissed her.

  “We should get breakfast,” he muttered amorously at her. “After we have a shower. I love to eat out and screw in the shower.”

  “And then…?” Macy replied.

  “Today is a workout day,” he said. “I use the gym every other day. Keeping
myself in shape, remember, for what I want to do to you for the rest of the weekend. You can work out with me if you want. Do you work out?” He nibbled at her ear.

  She gasped and chuckled a bit at this new bit of pleasuring before she replied, “I run and swim and do yoga a bit.”

  “Yeah?” Aaron said, nibbling her earlobe and tickling her opening, making her tremble and clench her teeth. “Ever do your yoga naked?”

  Macy pulled back from him, grinning at his seeming knack for turning any activity into something sexual. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously,” he said with the naughtiest look. “Because I won’t be wearing a lot of clothes—or any—this whole weekend with you. There’ll be no need for them. I’ll wear just a jockstrap in the gym, but that’s coming right off when I’m done. We can watch each other. And then…”

  “And then…” Macy grinned more widely.

  “And then it’ll be me on top of you on the floor mats for some vigorous push-ups. You know by now I love to do my push-ups.” And he pulled her into a scorching kiss.