Page 67 of My Omega's Baby
“I have a warm bubble bath ready for you. I want you to soak for a while, and then I’m going to give you the best massage of your life.”
My gut swirled with excitement. “You don’t have to do that.” The familiar scent of his musky cologne made my cock stir.
He snorted and kissed the side of my neck. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. I’ve missed you.”
I gave a whimper as he nipped my throat. “Missed you too,” I whispered.
Smiling, he pulled me toward the master bathroom. He had candles lit, and he slowly stripped me in the flickering light, kissing my nipples and my throat. I sighed and caressed his cheek, loving that I could finally touch him again.
He led me to the tub, and the scent of lemongrass bath oil filled the room as I stepped carefully into the water. I lowered myself with a tired groan and sank into the fluffy bubbles.
“Feels nice.” I exhaled and a little smile played around my lips. This was a wonderful surprise, and I felt light-hearted and happy.
He grabbed the loofah and started gently rubbing my shoulders and chest. The head of my cock poked up through the suds, showing my arousal. “Just relax and let me make you feel good,” he said softly.
Smoothing the sponge down my flesh and over my beaded nipples, he had me turned on. He concentrated on me, listening to my breathing and trying to gauge when I liked something or not. My heated gaze was pinned on him as he rubbed and stroked my body.
My cock ached for him, and after a while I grabbed his wrist with my wet fingers. “You should get in here with me.” My eyes burned into him as I tried to let him see my need.
“I’m pacing myself.”
He had no idea how that just made me want him more. I rubbed my thumb over his firm skin. “Come on. Take your clothes off and join me.”
“Patience, oh horny one.” He smiled.
I touched myself, feeling frustrated. It had been far too long since we’d done anything sexual with each other. “Why are you playing hard to get?”
He flared his nostrils and continued to stroke my body. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you, Blade.”
I swallowed hard as my lust ramped up even higher. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” He continued to rub me down, smoothing bath oil over my skin and watching me intently. “That’s what you want, right? Me inside you?”
I pulled my knees up to my chest, and I licked my lips. “Oh, God, yeah.”
“You want to submit to me, Blade?”
I whimpered and nodded.
“Just like that first time when I made you mine?”
Breathless puffs of air escaped my parted lips. His eyes glittered in the dim lighting, and I said, “I wanted it so bad.”
“Like now?”
I moaned and rolled my hips, the head of my cock jerking against my abs. I took my cock in my hand and started stroking myself. I moved my hand faster and faster, squeezing my cock.
“Yeah, touch yourself.”
“I still remember how it felt to have you inside me.” I knew if I didn’t stop stroking myself I was going to come. But it was a turn-on, pleasuring myself with him watching.
“You seemed scared that night.” His voice trembled.
I nodded. “Yeah, but I wanted it. I wanted you to hold me down and make me yours.”
“Are you mine, Blade?” He leaned closer, his sensual gaze holding mine.
“Yeah,” I gasped and wound my wet fingers around his wrist. “Yeah, I’m yours.” I cried out, and cum spilled over my fingers.
