Page 40 of Rejected Nanny Mate
He kissed me again, and I arched my back, pressing against him. With nothing but my soaked bra between me and Joe's chest, my nipples were so hard it was almost painful. I wanted him so badly.
“Your heat,” he repeated. “You're burning for me, aren't you, Omega?”
Logically, I knew what he meant, but I'd never had a heat before. Most Omegas presented and immediately had their first heat, but my presentation was more subdued, and I'd always thought I was an Omega in name only. Nayeli and I were the same age, and she'd already had several. I'd chalked it up to just another thing that was wrong with me, or different.
“I-I don't understand,” I panted.
A bit of clarity came over his expression, and he pulled back enough to look me in the eye. “'Gwen...have you really never had a heat before?”
I shook my head, and I heard him laugh softly.
“Fuck. Your first heat here with me. How in the hell did I get so lucky?”
Joe took a step back, and the loss of contact was physically painful. It was so unlike the feelings I was used to, but the only way I could explain them was to say they were the exact opposite of anxiety. Where my fears and anxieties were like a constant thrum of energy under my skin, a low, ever-present hum that was impossible to ignore, this was like a warm blanket that was being slowly unwound, layer by layer, until I was raw and exposed.
“Take off your robe, Gwendolyn, and let me see you.”
I could hear the growl of the wolf in his voice, and it sent a shiver through me. The fact that he was still so calm, so controlled, was a huge contrast to the chaotic thoughts running through my head.
My hands were trembling as I slid the straps of the robe down and shrugged the thin material away. It was already halfway down my torso, and when it hit the floor, I was standing in front of him in nothing but wet undergarments.
“The bra, too.”
With a nod, I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra, letting it join the puddle of silk at my feet.
“Now,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on my bare breasts. “Touch them.”
“What?”
“Touch your tits. Play with your nipples. Let me see you.”
There was a commanding edge to his voice that made me shiver.
“I don't know if I can—”
“You can.”
I was hesitant, but the second my fingertips brushed my nipples, I let out a loud, breathy moan. It was like someone had plugged me into a socket. My whole body was lit up with sensations, and all I could do was rub at my stiff, aching nipples, whimpering.
“Fuck,” Joe cursed. “You're a sight. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?”
I could tell. The towel was tenting and straining against the shape of his cock, and the urge to run over and rip it away was overwhelming.
“Please. Please. Joe. I don't know what's happening.”
“I'm going to show you. Get on the bed.”
I stumbled out of the bathroom, and when my knees hit the mattress, I sank onto it, still playing with my tits. My hips were rolling, and the feeling in my center was getting more and more intense.
“That's it, baby,” Joe crooned, stepping closer and pulling the towel away, finally. He was naked, and his cock was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. Hard, and thick, and big, and beautiful, and it was pointing right at me.
“Please. Please,” I panted. “Joe, please. What's happening? Why do I need you so badly?”
“Shhh,” he said, his hand stroking his cock as he looked down at me. “Just feel, Gwendolyn.”
I was trying, but I didn't know how. The feeling was so strong, and so different, and it was consuming me.
“What is this, Joe?”
