Chapter 17 #2
He leaned forward and braced himself on his hands, his cock poking into the folds of my pussy. “I love looking at you.”
I believed that one too. “I love that you like to look.” I chewed my lower lip and gave him a once-over. “And back at ya.”
He chuckled and kissed me, soft, slow, his tongue sliding against mine, the friction almost as exquisite as the way his hips rolled, letting the head of his cock tease and tempt and delight.
When he pushed inside me, I gasped, and he groaned. I wrapped my legs around his hips and used them to pull myself onto his cock, to take all of him, to leverage myself so I could move in time to every thrust of his hips.
Every plunge of his cock, every kiss, every moan vibrated through me and my body tightened. The world narrowed until nothing existed except this gorgeous man.
Waves of passion rolled up my body and I clenched around him. Light flashed behind my eyes and I cried out, arched my back, squeezed my legs tighter. His body went rigid and his eyes closed as he came.
“Kaylee!”
Hearing my name, feeling his body while I shattered, intensified every sensation and my orgasm crashed thought me, pulled me apart.
When he rolled off and lay on his side next to me, he drew little circles on my stomach with the pad of his finger. “Incredible.”
I agreed, but I needed another minute to catch my breath, so I smiled instead of speaking.
He lowered his head and kissed me softly. “We never got to try out those handcuffs.”
He held them up and let them dangle off the tip of his finger, though I had no idea where they’d come from or where he’d had them two minutes ago. But I sure as hell liked where his mind was going.
Screwed. I was completely screwed. That was the best sex I’d ever had, hands down and by far.
I was one hundred percent sure no other man could ever measure up to that.
What was I going to do when this thing with Porter went in the pooper?
He thought it was a lifetime commitment, but how often did that actually happen? Not very.
I stared at him above me and let my breathing calm. “How’d you get so good at that?”
He chuckled, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. “Practice.” Rising up, he arched an eyebrow at me. “I also watched a video of a little pixie telling me the powers of the G-spot.”
He’d told me he’d looked at my videos, but knowing he’d really watched them made me blush. I had to stop myself from giggling. I wasn’t a giggler! Knowing he’d sat through and thinking about what he might’ve done while he looked at me make myself come… damn, I was nearly ready for round two.
“You’re rather informative and men should be appreciative of your lessons.” He rolled off of me, pulling me to settle in the crook of his arm as he moved.
I dropped my face and hid it in his chest to hide my blush. I never blushed. “Okay, but you’re never allowed to watch again.”
“I promise to leave you to be Sex Kitten Kaylee without prying eyes.” He pushed me onto my back and nuzzled my neck. Then his hands drifted down, tickling my side until I had to dart away from him, scooting to the other side of the bed. He laughed and followed me but pulled me into his arms again.
I didn’t mind. That was exactly where I wanted to be. “Are you okay?” I asked.
Porter scooted back a little and looked down at me with his brow furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m better than okay. I’m amazing. That was…” He puffed out a breath and smiled. “Amazing.”
“Skye and Bri shared with me about dragons needing to bite their mates. They said the dragon’s need to bite their mate is intense when they have sex.”
He nodded and stared at me. “It is. But I think it might be stronger when it’s fated. I wanted to bite you pretty badly, but I was able to control it.”
Why was I now suddenly disappointed because I wasn’t his fated mate? “Does that make it less?” I asked.
He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.
“Of course not. It’s just different. Me choosing you doesn’t make the bond any less beautiful or significant.
It just means I have better control.” He sighed.
“It is in my nature to claim what’s mine, and yes, I did have a strong need to claim you, but only when you’re ready. ”
I leaned close and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you for not rushing me.”
He shrugged. “I’m a patient man.”
When I woke up, late in the night, Porter’s arms were still wrapped firmly around me. He snored lightly into my hair.
That was new. I’d never fallen asleep in a man’s arms. Ever.
I didn’t allow boyfriends to sleep over.
I kicked them out as soon as the sex was over.
I didn’t have sleepovers. I didn’t sleep in their arms or allow them to hold me.
But with Porter, it felt different. Everything changed when I met him.
New or not, it was amazing and wonderful and perfect. I burrowed closer and pulled the blanket over us and fell back to sleep faster than I would’ve thought possible.
His phone woke us the next morning. “Hello,” Porter said in a rough voice. A few seconds later, he handed me the phone. “It’s for you.” What the hell?
I didn’t think anyone even knew Porter was here. Why was someone calling his phone for me? “Hello?” I turned my head away from Porter. I didn’t know if I had horrible morning breath or not. I’d never had a morning with a guy.
Never.
“Hello, Kaylee. It’s Sammy.”
The whole pixie thing flooded my mind. I was really good at compartmentalizing things, and I’d shoved the fact that I might be a magical creature far into the back of my mind. I needed to ask questions, though, and the little witch was the likeliest to have the answers.
Sammy asked a ton of questions about my history and ancestors. I’d joined one of those online ancestry sites, so I was able to give her some answers, at least.
Porter stayed by my side the whole time while Sammy asked question after question, making a pot of coffee while I talked.
“I’m trying to figure out if there are still pixies from your troupe around and if they’ve been involved in your life.”
Well, that was ominous. “What are pixies like?” I asked.
“Pixies are mostly peaceful, if not a little annoying, but they have the natural ability to allure.” She went silent for a moment.
“Is that why I do so well online?” I asked.
“Probably,” she said simply. “Or maybe you’re good at what you do. I don't know.”
When I’d given her all she knew, she sighed. “I think this is enough for me to track them down if they still exist. I’ll see what I can find out, and then it’ll be up to you what you do with the information.”
“I don’t know what I want,” I whispered.
“You’ve got time to figure it out,” Porter said. “There is no timeline.”
The line went dead. I shrugged at Porter. “I guess that was all she wanted.”
This world was so strange.
Porter started making breakfast and to my shock, I didn’t want him to leave, so I didn’t ask him to.
We stayed in bed all day Saturday, introducing each other to our favorite movies and repeating the moves of the night before several times.
Sunday morning, a knock on my door pulled us from the bed. I jumped up and grabbed a robe. “Oh, gosh, I forgot. It’s Sunday.”
I scurried to the door and let Wayne in. “Sorry,” I said as he walked in with his arms full of bags. “I overslept.”
“That’s okay.” He looked at Porter in surprise. “Hey, man.”
Porter sat up in bed. “Hello. Sorry, I didn’t realize Kaylee used your services.”
I beamed between them. “I would’ve starved to death long ago without Wayne.” I looked at the two of them, looking between each other. “Wait, how do you two know each other?”
Porter gave me a big grin. “He’s a dragon, Kaylee.”
I blinked at Wayne several times. “Oh, that makes sense.” He was a little quirky and hugely muscled. He had a great sense of smell.
Man, but it felt good to be in the know. “Seriously, Wayne? You just keep this from me? I thought we were friends.”
With a spoon in his hand, he grinned and shrugged. “I don’t want to think about what Sammy would do to me if I told.”
Wayne did his thing while Porter and I dressed, and just after Wayne left, Porter had to as well. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ve got work to get ready for tomorrow and I’m still a little overwhelmed with what the other guy left me.”
I looked up at him and let a slow smile spread across my face. “I had a great weekend,” I said.
He kissed me, slow and deep, twining my lips with his. “If I stay, I won’t sleep at all.”
Humming, I leaned against his chest and sucked in his spicy scent. “Go,” I said. “I’ve got work I need to do as well.”
He walked out of the door and turned back. “It’s going to be a busy week. I don’t know if I’ll have time to get together until the weekend.”
That sucked. “It’s okay. I’ll get all my work done during the week and make my weekend free for us.”
He leaned in and gave me one more kiss before leaving.
I did a video Sunday afternoon to use Friday night in place of a live, and then Sunday night I slept like shit.
It was Porter’s fault. I wanted his arms around me.