Page 12 of Collars & Kittens
Those plump, kissable lips almost made me lose it the moment she opened the door tonight. Her short pink dress exposes her gorgeous legs, and her silky brown hair falls around her shoulders. The best part, though, is her eyes—those sparkling brown eyes stare at me, full of desire and need. I wouldn’t have tried to seduce her this quickly, but since she’s the one initiating it, I’m going to take what she’s offering and make sure she comes so hard she can’t think of anything else in themorning.
Capturing her mouth in another passionate kiss, I wrap my arms around her and lift her off her feet. With her petite frame, it’s easy to carry her through the cottage. The place is small, and her bedroom is at the end of a short hallway. I’m not surprised to see her room decorated in a pastel rainbow of colors. It fits what I’ve learned about her so far. I think she’s more of a babygirl than a slut.
When we reach her bed, I set her down on her feet. “Babygirl, I want you to strip down and lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”
Olivia giggles, the confident seductress melting away as her shyness returns. It’s a charming contradiction but not surprising after the way her confidence has shifted throughout the time I’ve known her. There is something about this vulnerable side of her that draws me in even more, making my heart race with unbridled affection.
She looks down at the floor, and when she doesn’t immediately start removing her clothes, I ask, “Did you change your mind?”
“No...” She hesitates a moment before lifting her gaze to meet mine.
I expect to see nervousness, but I’m met with an intense hunger burning in her eyes, and I tremble with anticipation. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I’m mesmerized by her, and the longer we’re together, the more this feeling intensifies.
She tosses her head in defiance, her posture straightening as if she’s made a decision. “I’m not Babygirl. I’m Kitten.”
My cock pulses, and I take a step towards her. I tilt her chin up with my index finger and give her a firm look. “Yes, you are. Now, Kitten, strip for me. I want to see every inch of your delectable body.”
With a coy smile, Olivia slowly slides the dress off her shoulders, revealing a pink lace bra. When the dress pools on the floor, I swallow thickly and take a moment to calm my racing heart. Holy fuck, I was right, those legsareto die for.
“Now the rest,” I order.
Olivia gives a delicate sigh as she reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra. The straps slide down her arms with a rustle, and the lace fabric joins the growing pile on the floor. Her breasts are freed, their pertnipples pebble, begging for attention. She cups them with her palms and pinches her fingers together, rolling the hardened peaks between her fingertips. I can feel my desire building as I imagine sucking and biting on her nipples until she’s writhing in ecstasy.
But then I remember myself and bark out a command.
“Stop,” I say, my tone more demanding than intended.
Startled, Olivia jumps a little but quickly drops her hands to her sides.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks softly.
“No,” I reply, stepping closer and cupping her breasts with both hands. “You’re exquisite.”
She moans when my thumbs rub small circles against her nipples. Her cheeks turn pink, and her smile is sexy and adorable. Fuck, I could watch her for hours and not get bored. This woman is a walking contradiction. Shy and submissive one minute, bold and brazen the next.
Keeping one hand cupping her breast, I glide the other down her side, enjoying the smoothness of her soft skin, before hooking my fingers under the waistband of her panties. “Time to get these off.”
As soon as they hit the floor, I lean in for a slow, sensuous kiss, our mouths opening in unison, the tips of our tongues swirling around each other’s. When she moans and arches against me, my cock presses painfully against the fabric of my pants. Damn, I’ve got to be inside her.
Pulling back slightly, I stare down at her with a grin. “Get on the bed, Kitten.”
Without hesitation, she hops up and settles onto her back and folds her arms above her head.
“Now spread your legs,” I instruct and then add, “wide.”
Olivia smiles playfully and bends her knees so her feet are flat on the bed and shifts her thighs apart. I wasn’t expecting her to be hairless, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her glistening pussy. So fucking beautiful.
“Stay just like that,” I command and enjoy the sight of her spread out for me. “You’ve got such a lovely pussy, and I’m going to taste you and make you come. But you’re got to promise me something.”
“Anything.” Her voice is breathless and excited.
“If you need me to stop or take a break, use the word ‘red.’ Okay?”
Olivia bites her bottom lip and practically moans, “Yes.”
That’s good enough for now. As I move onto the bed, the mattress sinks down and Olivia’s hips rise slightly. I settle between her spread thighs, my face only inches away from her sex, and the aroma of her arousal tantalizes my senses.
I dip my head forward and pause with my mouth right above her pussy, knowing my breath will tickle her. “Kitten?”
