Free Kilty Pleasure by Shelli Stevens Page A

as he did amazing things. When he found her clit and began to play with it, she became the mouse to the cat. Helpless. Trapped. But there was no terror, only complete pleasure and surrender.
    The ache between her legs increased and the pressure of a much-needed release began to build. She felt him touch her—part her again—before he slid two fingers deep into her channel. His mouth never left her, just continued to suck and nibble. Tease.
    “Colin.” His name was a babbling plea on her lips as she rose to her tiptoes as if to escape the intensity. But it was merciless as it slammed into her. She crested a wave of pleasure and began to come.
    Her body trembled and her knees gave out, but he held her up. Continuing to caress her with his mouth as she fell back down from her climax.
    She didn’t realize he’d moved until she felt the plush carpet on the floor beneath her back.
    Her heart was still pounding, it was still impossible to think, but she was vaguely aware of him pulling something from his wallet.
    The metallic slide of his zipper sounded, followed by the shuffle of clothing.
    Condom.
    Fast. This was happening so fast.
    Reality was starting to intrude. It was rearing its ugly head. Maybe she should put a stop to this. Slow it down at least.
    The weight of his body covered her, and one hard thigh nudged hers apart.
    When she felt his thick erection probing the swollen flesh between her legs, her ability to think drifted away again. Her entire being simply anticipated that moment when he would enter her.
    Then he did. One swift plunge, so hard, so deep that she cried out. She arched her back, parting her legs farther as she took him completely.
    “Oh shite.” He stayed buried for a moment, not moving, as he used his mouth to place slow kisses over her neck. “You feel incredible, sweetheart.”
    You do too. She stroked his back with her fingers, letting her inner muscles squeeze him and test his thickness and length.
    He lifted himself up slightly so he could stare down at her. His green eyes had darkened to almost emerald with the desire in them. “You tasted pretty incredible too.”
    His gaze fell to her lips, he cursed softly, before his mouth crushed down on hers.
    Surprised at the intensity of the kiss, she could only cling to him and meet the fiery passion.
    While his tongue lashed at hers, he began to move inside of her, his mouth and his penis almost in sync.
    She met each thrust all too easily, and soon they had a pace that only seemed to be getting more frantic by the moment. Then, when she was so close to peaking again, he let out a strangled groan and buried himself deep.
    While he found his orgasm, she teetered on the edge. Unfortunately, she didn’t quite fall over like last time. Her heart still beat like crazy as she drew in a ragged breath, shifting beneath him to ease the ache.
    “You didn’t come.” He nuzzled her neck.
    “I did once.” She gave a wry smile. “I’m fine.”
    “Aye, you’re more than fine.” He eased off her enough to slide down her body and kiss her breast. “But once is never enough, for the record. And that was my fault.”
    His lips closed around her nipple, dragging a whimper from her as she slid her hands into his hair.
    With talented fingers, he sought the aching spot between her legs and began to tease it until she was right back to the edge again. With his mouth on her breasts and his hands on her clit, he easily brought her to a second release that left her racked with trembles.
    “There. Much better,” he murmured against her nipple, giving it a light bite.
    Pleasure spread through her again and she gave a faint smile.
    “Much better.” She kept her eyes closed, not quite ready to meet his gaze.
    Don’t let the regret come. Not yet. This is too good. It would come eventually. It would get awkward, but please not yet.
    “Hailey.”
    And there it was. The regret, the uncertainty, was in his voice before it could creep into hers.
    Her throat grew