Page 66 of Single Omega Dad
“I’d love to see your place,” he replied, shouldering out of his shirt.
“I have a pool. Don’t worry. It’s behind a locked gate. Do the boys swim?”
“Yes, they love to swim. They have been having lessons in summertime since they were three.”
“Good.”
When we were both naked, we fell together on his bed. His legs spread easily for me. He was wet and ready, his gorgeous cock standing straight up, swaying toward his firmly rounded belly. My own cock throbbed with arousal.
I didn’t hurry, though. I never wanted to hurry with Saber, something inside me craving to take my time with him, to make him feel as good as I possibly could.
I ran my mouth over his nipples. My fingers stroked his soaked hole, and I stuck one inside him as I moved my head down to take his cock in my mouth and suck.
He grabbed the purple spread with both hands, his head arching back, showing me his pale throat. His hips shuddered, moving up and down as I played with him, and brought him to an orgasm with my mouth, his lovely cock shooting his pleasure into my mouth.
I was so thirsty for it. For him. All the time.
“Please,” he begged, still breathing hard. “Come inside me.”
I pushed his thighs back exposing his ready entrance, which gaped open for me now, and glistened in the low bedroom lighting.
Lining myself up, I breached him slowly, taking my time to make sure he was comfortable.
He tossed his head, grumbling. “Mathias, you’re going to kill me.”
It felt so good. It was hard for me to hold back, to not simply quick-push all the way into him and begin to thrust. I wanted to fuck him into the mattress. I wanted to claim him. Now and forever.
He didn’t seem adverse to the idea, but I needed to take my time with him. He was pregnant. Vulnerable. Even a partial bond with an Alpha husband he had rarely seen when Drayden was alive needed time to heal, be put to rest.
Finally, I pushed all the way in.
“Move,” he demanded.
I obeyed, thrusting in and out of him, holding his legs up at the crooks of his knees as I took my own pleasure.
He moaned loudly. “Harder,” he hissed. “Faster.”
His curved belly was firm and round and barely moved as I thrust harder.
He cried out. Obviously, he loved it. Something I was doing stimulated his sensitive Omega glands within.
“There,” he said. “Yeah. Right there. You got it.”
He started to hiss and groan more until I felt his muscles contract around me in his second orgasm, the internal kind that seemed to roll over his entire body.
That was it for me. His muscles milked me better than any hand, and his wet hole sucked at me, making me see stars. I came hard, pulsing into his heat.
He held himself open, letting me thrust through my orgasm in quick, little bursts of power and motion.
When I pulled out, my cock was gleaming with our combined juices, and still hard. I put my hand at the base of my cock, feeling around the ring, feeling hopeful for a knot. It seemed that this time, maybe something would happen. I’d come so intensely. My cock was still hard.
But there was no swelling at the base of my cock even when I unhooked the ring.
I looked down between us, as if my own intent could bring it into being. Nothing happened.
“Mathias?” Saber’s voice flowed toward me through the shadows, through the quick breaths and the aftermath golden glow of our lovemaking.
When I didn’t answer, Saber sat up, balancing on his arms.
