Page 21 of Targeted By Temptation
Was it casual for me? How could it be? I already trusted this man with my life, and I put him in a predicament he should not be in. Of course it wasn’t casual for me.
“It’s not casual. It’s… I’ve never done this with anyone before. Casual fled the county the second I kissed you.”
I reached up for him, and he let me gently guide me back to his lips.
“If you ever want to stop or don’t like something, say the word.” He gave me a sweet peck.
I nodded.
“Use your words. Tell me you understand.”
“If I want you to stop or do something different, I’ll tell you. Promise.”
That must’ve done the trick because he went back to kissing me, his hand behind my head, his fingers woven through my hair, holding me still as he kissed me with such passion, I was surprised I didn’t melt into a pile of goo right there.
His lips broke from mine and pressed a path sweetly across my jawline. It was a change from the rawness of only moments earlier.
“Sexy omega, were you dreaming about me?” He spoke low in my ear, kissing the spot right below it between each word.
“I was. Do you want to know what you were doing in the dream?” I squirmed under him, wanting him to feel my erection, to know how turned on he made me. I might not be skilled and experienced, but I could give him what I would want, and in this case, it was reassurance.
He got up, and for a second I thought I had made an error, said too much, said the wrong thing. It was the exact opposite of what I wanted. But as quickly as he got up, he began stripping his clothes.
“Did you think I was going someplace? As if I could, with you here declaring you are mine.”
He was stunning. His muscles defined, just enough hair to be manly, and what he had to offer in the cock deparment… wow. It was perfection, and the way it stood at attention told me that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
It was time for me to remove my clothes, but as I reached for them, he told me to relax and he’d take care of everything.He stripped me bare with such reverence that not once was I embarrassed. Instead, he made me feel like I was the one in control.
“I can scent how slick you are for me.”
I should’ve been embarrassed. I wasn’t.
“I bet it tastes delicious.” He climbed between my legs. “May I?”
As if I could turn him down when he looked at me like that.
“Please.” It came out as a plea. I’d never done anything like this before, but as he gave the first swipe of his tongue, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
He teased my cock with his fingers as he worshipped my entrance with his tongue, lapping it, circling it slowly in a way that had my hips bucking, seeking more, and then finally breaching it and giving me a taste of what I hoped was to come.
My orgasm was close… too close. If he kept going, we were going to be done before he was inside me.
“Alpha, I don’t want to come until you are inside me.”
When I promised to tell him what I wanted… needed, I hadn’t been sure I could follow through, but now that I was here, in the moment with him, it came naturally. I wanted to please him as much as he pleased me, and in this case, he wanted my words.
He sat up on his knees and reached beside me for a pillow. “Up you go.” He tapped my hip, and as I raised them, he put the pillow beneath me. “I want to watch your face when I’m inside you this time.”
This time. He hadn’t meant it more than an explanation for the pillow, but it was the promise I’d longed for. Despite all the crapin our lives, crap I brought upon him, he was sticking with me. Not casual hadn’t simply meant it was important, it meant he was holding on with both hands.
Ezra settled between my legs and I thought he was going to enter me, but instead, he settled on me, his arms bearing most of the weight, and kissed me so sweetly. “Thank you for trusting me with your first time.”
Everything from there was a blur as I lost myself in the feel of him, first teasing me with his fingers, getting me ready for his cock, then him entering me, checking in with me each step of the way, making sure I was okay and that I wanted to continue. I’d never thought of consent as a sexy thing. It was more of a necessity. I’d been wrong. It was the sexiest.
And as he filled me completely, he stopped, allowing me time to adjust, watching my face with such wonder.
“Omega mine.” He gave me a kiss and then he moved, slowly at first, but as I started to meet his movements with my own, his pace increased.
