Page 83 of Single Omega Dad
He leaned down again and suckled the tip of my fully erect cock. Pleasure swirled through me, hot and hotter, the urge to thrust nearly impossible to contain.
One of Saber’s hands went to the base of my cock and squeezed, giving me some reprieve, though very little.
Earlier in the day, on his suggestion which had come more like a command, I’d removed the silver cock-ring I always wore. It had been a form of protection for me. A way to hide. I felt incredibly bare without it.
Saber began to softly press his fingertips against the naked base of my cock, massaging, easing up, then pressing tighter again. His hands drifted about my pubic area, pressing, rubbing, massaging, as he kept sucking. The tip of my cock came out of his mouth, naked and shiny and round, the foreskin pulled all the way back now. No one but Saber had ever given me such beautifully detailed attention in that area.
He breathed upon it. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me.”
My cock twitched, though his ministrations at the base never let up.
I lifted my arm and my head. “What are you doing? It’s incredible.”
“Just trying something. No worries. Lie back. I’ll mount you in a minute, you feisty Alpha.”
“You need to be readied first,” I argued. My mind moved sluggishly, but the Burn hadn’t hit full on yet. I would take care of him. I wanted to.
“I readied myself,” he said.
Finally, he took his hands away and sat back, butt against his heels, and lifted his own shirt off in one, smooth motion.
His gleaming fawn-toned body—the flat chest with the enlarged, sweet-pink nipples of pregnancy, the slight showing of his ribs as he stretched, the firm, convex curvature of his hairless belly, the low-slung jeans that pressed his lovely hip-bones and revealed the top curves of his perfect ass as he came up onto his knees and began undoing his zipper—all made me crazy with lust and love.
To know I was claiming this man, and he unto me, sent the room spinning. I blinked hard to still it because I wanted to watch. To fixate on him as he dragged his pants down and revealed himself fully to me.
He pulled them down with ease and lifted one knee, then the other to get the garment fully off his body.
His pretty, pink cock rose straight up, pointing toward the ceiling. He turned slightly and I could see the shine between his cheeks, already wet for me, wanting me.
My hands came up. I wanted to pull him to me, absorb him, take him.
He came willingly into my embrace, his nude body over mine, our cocks meeting, our chests, our chins, our lips.
He pulled back a little after a long, deep kiss and said breathily, “If you hold back, if you can let me, I want this first union to be about you but with me tending to your every need. But if you need to just mount me and go to town, that’s okay, too.” He laughed as he kissed me to let me know he was ready in every way.
“I want you to do what you want with me,” I said. “While I can still think and see. I want you to tease me. I told you, with you and only you, I love it.”
“Lie back and just enjoy, then, okay? I want to try some stuff, and I want you to trust me and I want you to relax. Tell me again that you can.”
Gods, I loved him so much. Never in my life did I ever think I would be in this position.
“I trust you,” I said.
“Close your eyes, and let me be everything to you. Feel me through the bond, and let it ripple between us.”
I sighed and focused on letting my body go limp. But my raging cock made it difficult, coursing hormones throughout my system that trembled me, and made my muscles jump and twitch, primed for action.
I concentrated on our bond, still not fully formed, but strong enough to allow me to flow into Saber’s brilliant heat and light, to feel his love without hindrance, without barriers. For a single moment, I worried about my shadows within, my memory so tangled with the good and the bad, but realized I wasn’t alone. Saber had dark places as well, and guilts mixed in with good times and bad.
We were the same, just two humans trying to find their way in a world that wasn’t fair. But Saber taught me it could still be a beautiful place if you knew where and how to look. If you met the right person or had the right moment.
This was one of those moments.
Saber’s fingers massaged me up and down my thighs and my knees bent in pleasure. Everything was sensation now. I rocked with it, eyes still closed.
A tongue teased the tip of my cock, then ran all along the underside, lapping and licking and wetting. It delved to my balls where lips kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin there.
Finally, he took me into his mouth, softly at first, then harder, and I became lost in light, in him, basking in waves of open emotion through our bond.
