Page 53 of Omega Artist
She smirks at my admission. “Aren’t you a sweet talker who can’t keep his word, huh?”
“Again, baby, no man wants to be calledsweet. Trust me, this won’t be sweet… And you’re wrong. Now, don’t go anywhere!” She giggles at that and frantically nods. “I’ll be right back.” I break our physical connection to grab a strip of condoms from my stash, and smile at the disappointed noise that escapes her mouth at the loss when I amble off to the bathroom.
From a distance, I rummage through a drawer and hear her say, her deep voice laced with amusement, “How come I’m naked and you’re not?”
Back in the room, I put my phone on the nightstand, her eyes tracking my every move as I open a foil packet and resume my position. “Let’s remedy that.” My heart skips a beat and I freeze in place the second my eyes land on her. Her middle finger circles her clit while the tip of her tongue suggestively wets her lips. “Oh fuck, woman, don’t let me come before we even start!” I swallow hard.
“Come and have me!” She wiggles, laughing.
“Fuck. You. Senseless. Now!” is all I can come up with.
“Let me take care of that,” she offers, sliding her skillful hand up and down my length as she snatches the condom from me.
“Be my guest.”
With my boxer briefs out of the way, she pauses at the sight of my impressive stiffy. Not because I am so well-endowed—well, I am, but I know, without a doubt, why she paused. It’s because there’s something I intentionally didn’t mention: my beautiful piercing.
Silently, she unrolls the condom, her eyes never leaving mine, and shuffles backward on the bed while I follow her lead and straddle her on all fours. Her chest heaves as she knots her tee-shirt on one side to ensure that it won’t ride up. I admire her well-defined abs as she asks, “It’s called a Prince Albert, isn’t it?” I nod enthusiastically. “What’s the best position to enjoy it?”
I chuckle at her straight-forward question. “I’ve been told that doggy-style gives the most sensation for the partner.”
“Doggy it is!” she declares gleefully, jumping into position and twisting to guide my dick into her eager pussy. My hands on her shoulders, I plunge into her without preamble. Maybe I should have been more careful with her. “Damn, that’s… amazing!” Okay, so maybe not.
“Ohhh… You feel so fucking good around me.” My front is glued to her back, and I inhale her intoxicating scent. Luxury fragrance. Carnal sweat. Horniness personified. “I want more.”
“Then give me more!” she desperately pleads.
Who am I to deny her? So, I pull out, almost completely, then do exactly as she demands.
Before I’m buried to the hilt, she tilts her head to the right and captures my half-mast gaze. She doesn’t break eye contact as I pound into her, deeper and faster each time, and she meets my every thrust, which has my balls tightening in record time. As I prepare to reach for her clit, she shudders around me, and her vocal and impressive orgasm takes over as mine does the same between her expletives.
My heart thumps at an eerily rapid pace, but I nonetheless revel in the moment. Exhaustion creeps in, and we crash like two rag dolls, with me still inside of her. My muscles are aching. My blood is boiling. My thighs are killing me. Reluctantly, I pull out of her to dispose of the condom and quickly come back to bed.
Panting, we lie on our backs while catching our breath. Her fingers intertwine with mine. She tilts her head, and we study each other.
“Fuck, that was phenomenal.”
“I couldn’t agree more,sweetAlie.” With that, I lean her way to steal a sloppy kiss. She chuckles at that. When I lie on my back again, she traces patterns on the tattoos on my upper body like she did earlier, only this time, her wide eyes express something different.
Is she obsessed with my ink, or is the new addition, courtesy of Claire, the reason for the amazement on her face? It sure enhanced the sex for me, and I’m guessing it did the same for her.
A moment later, she wonders aloud, “So… you’ve been told?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You said that you’d been told about doggy style being the best, my prince.” I nod.
“If you must know, the piercing is a new addition. You’re the first one to experience it.”
“Stop shitting me.”
“I’m not. I was anti-piercing for years. Then I realized that I didn’t want to let my fear dictate my life, so I went for a painful one.”
She drags our hands towards her lower belly, and I roll to my side, elbow bent, with my head resting on my palm, admiring her perfect features.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Aliénor.”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, my prince.” She giggles and brings our joined hands to her mouth for a tender kiss. “I never thought I’d say this to anyone, but you’re fucking gorgeous, too… although I repeat, you should come with a warning label… because you’re addictive.”
