Sleet Kitten: Book One of the Sleet Series
Sleet Kitten: Chapter 37

This doesn’t feel like fucking. This feels life changing.

I’ve been with women before, women I really liked, even ones I thought I loved, but it’s never been like this. When I first buried myself into Kitten’s sweet pussy, I thought I might lose control. I was doing everything I could to keep from blowing right then and there. Her tenseness, even though it made her squeeze my dick even fucking tighter, helped me to focus. I was hurting her, and that was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. So, I did the only thing I could think of, I kissed her. And now she’s kissing me back like her life depends on it. She’s moving against me, with me, and I feel her everywhere.

Her moans are seeping into my soul. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sound, or this moment. Every inch of her feels amazing, but it’s more than that.

Kitten scratches her nails down my back and I want more. I want deeper.

Breaking away from the kiss, I put my weight onto one elbow and reach the other hand under her ass. Pulling her lower half up off the bed, I push in harder. Farther.

Her gasp tells me she feels it. Her moaning my name tells me she likes it.

Keeping a tight grip on her, I use my other hand to brush the hair out of her face. Her fingers are still scraping for purchase on my back.

I kiss her again.

She’s breathing harder, and I can feel her muscles start to clench around me. She’s close. And I want her to come with me.

Releasing my grip on her ass, I push her into the mattress with my hips and slide my hand around to apply pressure to her clit. She’s panting my name louder now. And I know it won’t take much.

One swipe of my thumb. Two. And she’s coming. Hard. Her legs wrap tight around my waist, and I feel her pulsing around my cock. I can’t take any more. I pump into her once. Twice. And then I’m following her release with my own. I pull her tight against me, as I bury myself inside her as far as I’ll go.

My ears are ringing, and I can barely make out the sound of our heavy breathing. We stay wrapped around each other for several minutes. Days? I don’t know. Slowly, we start to untwine ourselves, and – when I pull myself out of her – we both wince. Spotting a garbage can near the bed I carefully pull the condom off and toss it in.

I don’t know about Kitten, but there is no way I’d be able to walk right now. I don’t even try. Instead, I roll onto my back and pull her with me. With a few tugs, I’m able to get the blanket out from under us so I can pull it over our naked bodies.

Kitten doesn’t protest my obvious desire to sleep over. She tucks her head against my shoulder, and hikes her leg over mine.

Pulling her in tight, I kiss her on the forehead.

She sighs. “Jackson, that was…”

“I know.” I kiss her again. “I know.”

Surrounded by the heat of my Kitten, I drop into sleep.