Page 14 of Collars & Kittens
Oh god, every time he talks, it does things to me. I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“Use your words, Kitten.” His voice is soft but still has a commanding edge. He keeps the same pace, relentlessly driving me towards bliss.
“Faster,” I whimper, needing him to give me release but loving the delicious tension.
His patience drives me wild, and I appreciate every inch of his cock as he fucks me slowly. The pleasure in my core builds, and each plunge gets me closer to the edge. My toes curl and my thighs tense as his cock sinks as deep as it can go.
I rock my hips, trying to force him to fuck me faster. If he won’t speed up, then I will. He doesn’t take the hint, keeping his pace steady, and my frenzy drives me to orgasm. Stars explode along the corners of my vision, and I shake as the waves of delight wash over me. I moan long and loud, and he finally speeds up.
“There you go, Kitten,” he groans. “Come for me.”
My orgasm peaks again, and he grunts as his thrusts grow harder, his hips pistoning so fast I can barely keep up with his movements. I feel like a rag doll being knocked around as he chases his release.
When his thrusts slow and falter, his cock jerks, and he groans as he comes. He shudders before collapsing against me. I’m floating in a haze of joy as we lay tangled together, panting and catching our breaths.
After a few minutes, he raises his head and gives me a tender kiss before slowly pulling out. “I’ll be right back.”
He rolls off the bed and goes into the bathroom—I’m assuming to remove the condom—and everything clicks into place, like I’m coming back down to earth. Holy shit, that was the best sex of my life. If I was scoring him, that would easily be a 10 out of 10. Two thumbs up. Five stars.
While he’s gone, the air is cool against my sweat-dampened skin. I feel surprisingly vulnerable, and I want to snuggle up with him and feel his weight and warmth against me. He returns from the bathroom a few minutes later and crawls back into bed, pulling me into his arms.
I wrap myself around him, and when he feels me shiver, he asks, “Are you cold?”
“I don’t know,” I confess, not knowing what’s wrong with me.
“Poor Kitten. Here, let’s get you warmed up.” He covers us both with the blanket, then spoons me, draping his arm across my stomach, and pulls me more tightly against him.
Mmm, this is wonderful. His warmth seeps into me, and I sigh with contentment as my trembling stops. I’ve never felt this connected to anyone after sex, and it’s exhilarating. We lay cuddled together in silence, and I try to not think about the future. This is just one date, but after what happened, I want more. I don’t want to ruin this marvelous night by asking for anything else.
A text message beeping noise comes from the floor at the end of the bed, and Dalton tenses up. “Shit.”
“What’s that?” I ask, worried and confused. Why is someone disturbing us?
Dalton sits up, and the blanket falls off him. “Sorry,” he mumbles as he gets out of bed and fishes his phone out of his jeans pocket. He reads his text, and I can see the lines on his face harden.
“There’s an emergency at the clinic, and I have to go.”
“Oh, no,” I blurt out, surprised. It’s Valentine’s Day. Does this happen often?
“Yeah, I’m sorry, but I’m needed.”
“Okay,” I reply, disappointed but trying to hide it. I don’t want to be the asshole who only thinks about themselves when an animal needs help.
He pulls his clothes on and leans over the bed to give me a long kiss. As his tongue swirls with mine, I wish I could tug him back into bed with me. He breaks off the kiss with a groan, and his obvious displeasure at leaving makes me grin.
He looks down at me with regret. “The clinic closes at 5 tomorrow. Do you want to come by at closing, and I’ll make this up to you with dinner?”
Holy crap, yes! This isn’t a goodbye. My smile widens. “Yes, please.”
Relief flashes in his eyes, and he nods. “Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I call out a soft, “Night,” and watch him walk out, feeling a rush of emotions. Damn, his ass looks tasty enough to take a bite out of it.
As the front door shuts behind him and the room is filled with a comfortable silence, a wave of exhaustion overwhelms me. That was the most mind-blowing sex ever, and now I’m completely worn out. After the stress and anxiety of the last couple of weeks, this is exactly what I needed.
Closing my eyes and curling up under the covers, a feeling of happiness steals over me as I replay the last few hours in my mind. My heart fills with hope for the first time since moving to Hazy Cove. Maybe things are looking up after all.
As I drift off to sleep, I wonder if we’ll actually go out to dinner tomorrow as a late Valentine’s Day date. The sex was so mind-blowing he’ll be lucky if I don’t jump him the moment I see him.
