Page 154 of With A Little Luck
Quincy moans, shoving her ass back against my cock.
A dangerous smile crosses my face, and I pull my hand from under her shirt, bringing my fingers to my lips. I coat them in my saliva, and this time I move to cup her pussy. I hold my head up with my other hand and take painstaking precautions to keep from waking her. It’s an agonizing minute before I’m able to brush her clit, but with the way she lies on her side, it makes everything more complicated than it needs to be.
It’s strange that in a few short months, the baby belly will be gone and in its place will be a tiny human. I’ve seen pictures of Quincy from before she got pregnant, but that isn’t the same as seeing it in person.
I believe I’m going to miss the baby bump.
The little omega whimpers in her sleep, lifting her top leg and moving it back to offer me easier access to her swollen nub.
I freeze, verifying she is still asleep, but her eyes never flutter, and her heart rate stays the same. My mind conjures images of the shocked faces she’ll make as she wakes up with my cock already inside her, and my knot swells. It’ll get even larger when it’s locked in her sweet pussy.
I find myself grinding against her ass as I tease a finger down to test her opening. I’m able to scent her slickness simply by breathing deeply, but having confirmation isn’t a bad thing.
The way her walls instantly stretch to accommodate my finger nearly makes me groan. I grit my teeth and add another digit, doing my best to work my palm over her clit as I fuck her with my hand.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to roll her over onto her back. At least then I could jerk off as I got her ready. I’d really love to have her completely nude, so I could stare at her tits. That would also give me a better view of where my fingers disappear inside her.
Her core clenches, and she grinds over my hand. I stretch around her top half and check her face, but it’s still placid. My shaft jolts against her backside, and I bite my lower lip to keep from growling.
She’s so peaceful with her dark lashes fanning over her cheeks, and I’m fucked up because every cell in my body aches to ruin that contentment. I don’t want her truly afraid of me, but I crave that look of shock as she awakens with no idea what’s happening.
It’s once again a painstakingly slow process to pull my hand from her core. I’d love to bring my fingers to my lips to suck off every drop of her slick, but I use it to lube my cock.
The height difference between us becomes apparent. I scoot down to get better positioned and work my hand between her thighs, lifting and pulling her leg forward just a bit. I’m quite proud of the fact I think to place a pillow under that knee, which should help keep her a bit more open.
I’m just settling behind her once more when she groans, wiggling in her sleep. It perfectly grinds my shaft through her ass cheeks, but I pop my hips back and flatten my cock to be able to access her pussy.
Perhaps I should feel guilty over how aroused I am by the thought of fucking her awake.
No.
That’s silly.
I have permission, and I intend to take full advantage of it. The idea that she trusts me to care for her and not overstep any of her boundaries, even when she’s unconscious, is what I find so appealing. It proves she’s completely mine.
Getting my crown lined up at her opening, I loop my forearm around her hip and stretch my fingers down to find her clit. It’s really not that difficult to locate. I’m not sure why so many men seem to make a big deal of it. Although I fully admit, it’s much harder to remember to tease it when I’m overloaded on bliss.
I ever so slowly thrust inside her warm, wet pussy.
She’s so snug.
I still my hips, but my chest heaves, and my body trembles.
Quincy’s eyes flutter without opening, and I hold my breath as I wait. My fingers twitch, and I give in to the urge to circle her clit. Her mouth parts slightly, and I take that opportunity to pull out and dip back inside her core.
My nostrils flare at the scent of her perfume bursting in the air, and I bring my face close to her throat.
Could she accept a bond while asleep?
No, that’s absurd and not worth the risk.
My tongue darts out, licking over her skin.
Christ.
She’s delectable.
Her inner walls clench around my throbbing shaft as I rake my teeth down her neck. That produces a muffled moan from her lips, and it spurs me on. It takes every ounce of focus I possess to keep my strokes measured, but even then…
