Page 48 of Knot So Sweet
"Not teasing." I circle that sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb. Slow. Deliberate. "Learning you. Want to know what you like."
She makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. Her hips rock against my hand, seeking more pressure. More friction.
I give her what she requires. Apply more pressure with my thumb while sliding one finger slowly inside her. The heat and tightness draw a groan. She clenches around me, her body trying to pull me deeper.
"More," she demands. Her hands leave the counter to grip my shoulders. Nails digging in. "Please, more."
I add a second finger. Stretch her slowly while my thumb continues its circles. She's so responsive, her body moving with me, meeting thrusts of my fingers.
I watch her face. Watch how pleasure moves through her. How her expression shifts from desperate to blissful. How her mouth falls open on gasping breaths. How her eyes squeeze shut when I find a spot inside that jerks her whole body.
"There?" I ask, stroking that spot again.
"Yes." The word is barely coherent. "Right there. Please don't stop."
And I don’t, but keep a steady rhythm, fingers curling to hit that perfect spot with thrusts. My thumb maintains pressure on her clit, circling in time with my fingers.
Her breathing gets faster. More ragged. Her nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Her thighs start to tremble, muscles quivering with the effort of staying open.
Her scent spikes suddenly. Sharp and sweet and overwhelming. Her whole body goes rigid for a moment, trembling on the edge.
"That's it," I murmur. "Let go. Come for me."
She cries out my name as she falls apart. Her body clenches around my fingers, rhythmic pulses that I can feel. Her scent blooms so strong it fills corners of the kitchen. Her thighs try to close, try to trap my hand between them, but I keep them open with my free hand on her inner thigh.
I work her through it. Keep my fingers moving. Keep the pressure steady. Draw it out as long as I can. Watch her come undone completely on my prep counter, beautiful and ideal and mine.
When she finally slumps forward, I catch her. Pull her against my chest. Let her bury her face in my neck while she trembles and gasps for breath.
My fingers remain inside her. I can feel the aftershocks, small clenches that draw whimpers. I slide them out slowly, gently. She produces a sound of protest at the loss, her body trying to hold onto me.
"I've got you," I murmur against her hair. The dark strands smell like vanilla and sex. "I've got you."
She's quiet for a long moment. Just breathing. Her scent saturates with satisfaction but underneath there's lingering desire. Lingering craving. The omega heat driving her toward more.
Then she pulls back. Looks up at me with dark eyes. Her hands slide down my chest to the waistband of my jeans.
"Your turn," she says. Her voice sounds rough but determined. Her fingers work at my button. "Come inside me."
The words send a bolt of pure longing straight through me. I help her with shaking hands. Pop the button, and slide the zipper down. The relief of pressure comes immediate but not nearly enough.
She pushes my jeans down my hips along with my boxer briefs. They catch on my thighs and I have to step back to kick them off completely. My cock springs free, hard and aching and already leaking at the tip.
Her eyes go wide. Then darker. Her scent spikes again, fresh arousal cutting through the satisfaction. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and the sight draws a groan.
"You're..." She reaches out. Wraps her small hand around my length. The contact jerks my hips forward involuntarily. Rips a sound from my throat that's barely human.
She explores with her hand. Slow strokes from base to tip. Learning me like I learned her. Her thumb brushes over the head, through the moisture gathered there, and my whole body shudders.
"Violet. If you keep doing that, this will be over before it starts."
She gives me one more stroke. Long and slow and ideal. Then she releases me. Leans back on the counter. Spreads her legs wider in clear invitation.
"Then don't keep me waiting any longer."
I step between her thighs. The head of my cock brushes against her entrance and we both groan at the contact. She's so wet. So hot. So ready.
I line myself up. Take a breath. Force myself to go slow even though instinct screams at me to thrust forward and claim.
