Page 31 of Disciplining Dana

He chuckled, then began thrusting into her rhythmically. Dana’s fingers splayed against the shower wall, and all the previous banter disappeared as her sassy comments turned to animalistic noises as they fucked. It wasn’t long until Kurt felt her clenching around him as they both drew close to the edge of their orgasms.

“Fuck, Dana, I’m going to come,” he growled, driving his cock into her fiercely. “I need to come. Are you…?”

“Yes, sir, yes, sir, yessiryessiryessir…” The words became a babble, the sound echoing through the bathroom over the rain-like hiss of the shower. Kurt teetered at the edge of a cliff with zero chance he was going to stop himself from falling over, and he needed her to come right now.

“Then fucking come!” He slammed into her hard, holding himself rigid as he gave over to his orgasm. For several seconds he wasn’t sure if Dana had come because his entire focus had narrowed to the sensation of his cock jerking inside her.

When he did slip back to the present, it was to Dana’s gasps and her body shuddering within his grasp. They stood together as the ssshhh of warm water cascaded over them, silent until they both had fully calmed.

“Goddamn, you are incredible,” he rumbled against her ear.

“You are, too, sir,” she replied in a breathy tone.

“Did that feel good?”

“Did coming feel good?” She turned to look back at him. “Lord, you are just full of stupid?—”

He cut her off with a swat, and she giggled.

As they finished their shower, Kurt preened somewhat. This wasn’t the first time she’d told him he was incredible, but that didn’t matter; it still stroked his ego. Lately, though, the comment had elicited more than just pride. There’d been awareness of something else, an undercurrent he tried not to put too much thought into. Because if he did, if he allowed himself to dwell on it, he was nervous where the trail would lead, and more.

“So… now what?” he asked as he handed her a towel to dry herself.

Dana laughed. “God, that is so you. We just finished fucking, and the first thing out of your mouth is ‘what next’?”

“I think it’s a legitimate question!”

“You promised me breakfast.”

“Oh. Shit, I did, didn’t I?”

“We could start with that.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he concurred with a grin.

They dressed and a short time later were seated at a table on the front porch of the main building, the breakfast they’d ordered from the café’s menu sitting in front of them.

“Pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” Dana asked before taking another bite of her waffle.

“What?” Kurt exclaimed, his fork hovering over the omelet he’d chosen.

“Last night… this morning…”

“You invited me!”

“I practically had to drag you to my bed.”

“You did not.”

“‘Do you want to be left alone’,” she mimicked.

“I was being polite. And”—he stabbed his fork at her—“need I remind you, you were the one who told me nothing was going to happen here.”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response,” she huffed. “You knew exactly what I meant.”

“Sure. Whatever.”

Dana rolled her eyes, but Kurt caught the smile she was trying to hide. He made no attempt to hide his own, and for a few minutes, they focused on their food. The only sounds came from the murmured conversations of fellow diners seated around them, the clinking of cutlery against china, and the song of a bird sitting on the branch of a tree nearby. It all served to add to the restaurant’s quaint atmosphere, and Kurt had to admit was the perfect complement to what had taken place this morning.

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