Page 48 of Two For the Show
She licks and kisses over the spot as I feel her emotions running through me. It’s a lot of fear, but mostly contentment.
“Should we have talked about this with the others?” she whispers, carding her fingers through my hair as she licks and kisses the wound on my neck.
“No,” I said, knowing in my gut it’s the truth. “They’ll be jealous, but we all want this, Alex. No one needs more time to know that.”
She gives her bonding mark a final kiss and then sits up, slipping her shirt over her head. I watch in rapt attention as she unhooks her plain white bra and climbs off of me, slipping off her leggings as she does so. I scramble into a sitting position. I don’t want to be presumptuous and start to undress, too, but I swear I’m about to explode out of my pants.
She’s gorgeous, with miles of soft skin and gentle curves. I want to touch her, to kiss her, to make her mine.
“You told me that you wanted me desperate. That youdidn’t want biology to force our first time. Well, Alpha, I think I much prefer to see you desperate.”
She crawls toward me and drags a hand down my chest. Her fingers are taunting and teasing as they stop at the waistband of my jeans.
“Off.”
The whispered command has me scrambling, pulling my pants off. I also strip out of my shirt, leaving me in a pair of plaid boxers that my knot is already starting to swell behind.
She pushes me backward until I’m lying flat, then reaches into my boxers without hesitation. Her hand feels so small wrapped around me, so soft, and I have to grip the bedding underneath me to keep myself from thrusting into her hand.
Lazily, she drags her hand up and down my length, and though her face is passive, I can feel the excitement in our fledgling bond and smell the way her scent has thickened.
“Don’t play with me, Omega,” I gripe, my mouth watering with the need to taste her. “I can smell how much you want me.”
She ducks her head, a pretty flush on her cheeks. Before I can call attention to it, she bends at the waist and sucks the head of my cock into her mouth.
I lose the battle of restraint and punch my hips up, hitting the back of her throat and making her sputter and gag.
“Damn,” she coughs, wiping the spit from her face and the water from her eyes. “Warn an Omega next time.”
I chant my apologies as I climb to my knees and gather her face in my hands, kissing the tears from her cheeks. “I have never lost control of myself like that before,” I say against her lips. “I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you.”
Putting a hand on her sternum, I softly push her backand drop to my belly, peeling her soaked panties from her body. The smell of her slick, the glimmering of it on her lips and thighs, has me thrusting my hips into the mattress. I can’t control myself around this Omega.
I wonder if it’ll ever get easier, or if this is the rest of my life.
Fuck, I hope it’s like this for the rest of my life.
My tongue parts her folds, and I lap at her center. She thrashes and grinds against my face, grabbing my hair and pulling me tighter against her.
“Fuck, fuck,” she moans, rubbing herself against my flattened tongue. “I need… I can’t…”
I slide a finger into her, curling up as I suck on her clit. Her body spasms, more slick dripping from her, telling me without words how much she wants me.
“More.” Her little Omega growl has me going feral, and I have to remind myself to slow down, to savor this. I slide a second finger inside her, enjoying the way it makes her hips thrust up and her spine curl with pleasure.
She pulls at my hair, and I wrench my mouth away from her heat. She glares at me. “Is there any reason why you’re not giving me your knot yet, Alpha?”
“As much as I would love to slam myself into you, I need to get you ready. Can you wait a little longer?” As I’m talking, I slide a third finger into her. It’s a tight fit, which further proves my point.
She needs to be warmed up since she’s not in heat.
“I can take it,” she whines, circling her hips as she grinds down on my hand. “I promise I can.”
I bend down to nip at her thigh. “Absolutely not. I refuse to hurt you. If you want my knot at all, you’ll have to let me get you ready.”
Alex huffs, rolling her eyes, but the intended effect is lost when I slide my fingers together inside her, overlappingthe tips so I can fit a fourth finger inside her. Slick drips down my wrist, making the drag in and out of her sound positively filthy. Watching her stretch around my hand has my cock aching to be sunk inside her, but I meant what I said.
She will get hurt if I try to force my knot in without getting her ready. Plus, foreplay is half the fun.
