Page 64 of Empty Heat
“That’s good.” My voice came out strained from the pressure and stretch. “I just want to get used to it. Do it again.”
He pulled out and pushed in and my slick ran down my crack, tickling. It was good. So good.
I felt myself relax to it, and he said, “I’m another inch in. Almost all the way.”
“Keep doing it.”
“Yes.”
He fucked me slow. He didn’t presume to take anything for himself, and all his attention was on me, his dark eyes lit from behind as if from held-back excitement.
He couldn’t hide that he was aroused. After all, I felt his hard dick in my most intimate of spaces. But alphas responding to omegas in heat was the easy part. It might have meant nothing. But that light in the depths of his gaze showed me so much more.
“Tell me when you bottom out.”
“Ah, yes, that is the term.” He smiled down at me.
I wanted to tell him to stop being charming. Instead, he kissed me again as he thrust back and forth in my very willing body.
A few times, I felt twinges of pain. If I winced, he stopped and waited. He watched me carefully and I liked it. When I said okay, he would start again.
It took forever, it seemed, until he said the words. “Okay, I’m all the way inside you now.”
I wanted him to keep going. “Move.”
He moved. I lifted my hips and suddenly the angle became too much.
“Stop.”
He stopped.
My heart raced. My breathing had stopped altogether.
“Relax, Callum. You’re doing perfectly well. You don’t have to rush.”
“But Iamin heat,” I reminded him.
He laughed and moved inside me again. Sparks went off all over my body. My cock jerked.
“You hit a good spot that time.”
“Yes?” He did it again.
“Oh wow.” Now my head went back on the pillow of its own accord and my eyes rolled up.
“That’s the entry to your womb. When you’re in heat, you will feel pleasure there more than usual. But your prostate will always be the most sensitive.”
“I don’t feel that part yet.” I finally let out my breath.
“I will make sure you feel it,” he assured me.
“I know.” I felt almost smug. He was so good.
I knew he’d give me everything I’d ever dreamed. For this day, at least.
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