Page 64 of Cats Never Fly

“Rewards?”Simonasked.Hiseyes were wide, and his pupils were compressing into vertical slits, showing how close to the surface his shifter side was.

“Yes, love,”Iwhispered in his ear. “Iwant to make you feel good, to be deep inside you when you fall apart.”

“Yes.”Hegulped. “Yes.Let’sdo that.”

“You’regoing to look so good on your hands and knees, waiting for my cock.”

Simonslipped his hand behind my head and pulled me down to kiss him.Ourmouths collided with the same fury as they had in my hoard room.Wepulled at one another’s clothing, throwing a shirt over my shoulder, dropping another behind the couch…Thepants were challenging because neither of us wanted to separate, but we got it done.Itried to push off my underwear next, butSimongrabbed my hands.

“No.”Hisvoice was rough and deep. “Letme see.”

Oh, my kitty cat liked my underwear.Igrinned and wiggled my hips.Heswallowed hard.Itwas a good thingI’dpacked a lot more.VanandDillonmight have complained about all my suitcases, but they contained very important things… like two weeks’ worth of silky and lacy undies in almost every color in the rainbow.

Simon’sthick fingers slipped across the smooth fabric.Hisbreath quickened as he traced the outline of my hard dick through the fabric.Ibraced my hands on his shoulders asIrose on my knees to give him more access.Awet spot stained the silk, and he rubbed his thumb across it.Histongue dipped out and slid along his top lip like he was imagining his mouth following the same route as his thumb.Ishivered and moaned under his touch.

Hisgaze shot up to catch on mine. “Youlike that?”

“IthinkI’dlike anything you did to me.”

Emboldenedby my words, he cupped my erection.Theheat of his palm bled through the thin fabric.Iwas so hard nowIthought the silk would rip under the pressure.Withhis other hand, he cradled my balls.Hisgentle touch almost undid me.

ButIdidn’t want to come until he did.

Ileaned forward and drew my lips across his neck, just likeI’ddone earlier.Hetilted his head to the side to give me more access.

“Iwant to bite you,”Imurmured against his throat.Inipped at the taut skin. “Righthere.”

“Yes,” he whispered as his hips rocked and his hands tightened on my cock and balls in the most delicious way.

“Weshould move to the bed.”

Hegroaned his disappointment at the delay.

Iexpected him to release me soIcould climb off him, but he wrapped his arms around me and somehow stood with me clinging to him.Hecarried me into his bedroom and sat down on the mattress, still holding me.Iwas stronger than most supes, but seeing his strength and ability to haul me around was a huge turn-on.

Ipushed on his shoulders until his back hit the mattress.

“Goodkitty cat,”Imurmured. “Nowit’s my turn to play.Butif any of this is too much, tell me.”

“Ican handle you,” he said, punctuating his words with a soft huff of breath and an eye roll.Foras much as he called himself a scaredy cat, my kitty wasn’t timid in bed.Iliked it.

Istarted with kisses.Icovered his face and his neck and shoulders with soft, teasing touches of my lips to his skin.Droppinga few on his temples and along his throat again and at the corner of his mouth.Heturned to capture my mouth with his, butIdidn’t linger.Icould get lost in his mouth, spend hours luxuriating in the gentle tug of his lips and the warm sweep of his tongue against mine.Butwe had a lifetime to kiss and make love.

Tonight,Iwanted to get to know him, play his body until he created the sweetest sounds of want and need and pleasure.Iwanted to discover what made his pulse quicken from allegro to vivace to presto, to rejoice in all the tones of his breaths and his moans as he gave himself over to pleasure, to explore how beautifully our bodies could harmonize…

Becausewe would harmonize, and it would be beautiful.Therewas no doubt in my mind.

Witheach brush of my fingers and sweep of my tongue, his body became my favorite instrument.Gorgeous.Hewrapped his fingers in the sheets.Sweatcoated his skin.Hiserection stood proud of his hips.

“Ogden, please,”Simonbegged.

I’dtold himIwanted him to beg, butIhadn’t intended to make him suffer.

“Igot lost in your body, kitty cat,”Iwhispered against his navel. “Iwon’t make you wait much longer,Ipromise.Justlet me get you ready.”Ilooked around, but his bedside table didn’t have any drawers. “Doyou have lube?”

Hemuttered a curse, then he lifted me off his body.Heraced to his dresser and pulled out… a box with a lock?Thenhe grabbed a pair of socks from another drawer, unfolded them, and dumped out a tiny key.Hefumbled, trying to put the key in the lock.Finally, the two lined up and there was a click.Hethrew back the lid and wrapped his hand around a bottle of lube.Helifted it, brandishing it like a victor with his spoils.

“Simon, love, why is your lube in a locked box in your drawer?”