Page 44 of Omega Island
I stood and he took my hand and led me back upstairs.
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Senta
Raimi laid me out on fresh towels again, naked, aroused, filled with burning need. He slowly untied his sarong and revealed himself to me as if to prove he burned like I did. I was completely convinced, if not by his engorged cock, then by the way he slid onto the bed beside me, put one arm over my chest with his hand up to palm my jaw, and held my face still as he kissed me.
His hair scattered over my forehead and cheeks. He was so very blond. I lifted my hands to his locks—like rippling gold ribbons.
His thigh crossed over mine. His cock pressed my hip.
I came a little right then, the small puddle on my stomach only a lighter symptom of things to come.
I ran my hand down his side and over the curve of one buttock. The kisses became prolonged and I turned my head but not to get away from him, only to fight for air. I needed air if I was going to survive him.
Slick ran freely from me. It was as if it had all held back for two years and now the floodgates had released.
He pulled my legs up and got between them, teasing me with his mouth, his hands, and then his cock. I was so open so fast for him. He slid into me and everything was perfect. Every. Thing. My world was complete. If it was up to me, I’d have him stay that way inside me forever.
We rocked together, arms around each other. He held me to his lap again, my legs around his waist, and fucked up into me like I was wholly his and would never be anyone else’s.
I mumbled words. A lot more words than I thought I had to give during such a vulnerable moment.
“Good. So good. More. Harder. So beautiful. Stay. Stay inside me as long as you can.”
He knotted me beautifully and I felt it push and swell against my insides like a demand. Like a claim. But he was never forceful. Eager, yes, and so sweet my toes curled until they cramped.
I came hard at least two times. Smaller orgasms followed, keeping me in this private dimension the two of us had created.
I lay back on the pillows afterward, the room all shadowy, and listened to more rain. I had no idea what time it was. Still morning? Or had we fucked the whole day away? I didn’t care.
My hands would not keep to themselves. Constantly, I reached out to touch him. All over. I milked him to hardness again and took him into my mouth. I wanted that drink and I got it, so much so that it overflowed onto my lips and chin until he sat up and begged me to stop.
“Stop.” He wheezed. “I can’t breathe. It’s so good. Too much.”
We kissed as the after-storm sunlight sneaked in through slits in my curtains. The only times we rose from the bed was for cold bottles of water and damp cool cloths to wipe ourselves down.
It was the best day I could remember, and I didn’t want it to end.
It was dark out when we finally had a real conversation again.
“What’s happening here?” I asked, my arms around his back.
Raimi was up against my side and he lifted his head. All I could see was wild bed-hair and twinkling blue eyes. “Something good, I think.”
“I emphatically agree.” I angled up to kiss him, then lay back with a smile that showed teeth. He rocked against me though his cock was soft now. Spent. “But it’s more than just feeling good. I mean, physically.”
His lashes waved up and down, but I couldn’t see his face as he pressed his cheek against my chest. He said nothing for a count of ten. Finally, his mouth opened. His breath warmed my chest.
“But you’re in heat, so isn’t that physical?”
He wasn’t going to give me a straight answer right away. “Yes. And heats have made me a desperate man at times.”
“Like yesterday and today?”
“Yes. But my mind still works. I knew it was you with me every step of the way. You aren’t some faceless alpha I snagged in a time of need.”
“Okay, I wasn’t accusing you of that.”
