Page 34 of Omega Island
He ran his hands down the tops of my thighs, then the insides. I drew in air fast at the sensitivity of my skin down there.
“More?” He asked. His timing was too slow.
“Please.” More begging from me. “It’s not like other heats I’ve had.”
“I know. Okay.”
That rumbling voice. It fluttered right through me.
Finally, he pressed hard against my inner thigh as his other hand slid up and under my balls. His palm lifted them, and the touch nearly sent me flying. I groaned as he gently massaged them, my cock straining against my belly, leaking from the tip. Up went his hand, the fingers curling around the root of my erection.
“Ah!” I cried out. It wasn’t just his touch, it was him, the intimacy of what he was doing for me after everything he’d been through himself.
“Does that hurt?” He gently milked upward, making me dizzy.
“No, it’s fantastic.” I could barely hear myself over the pleasure rush.
His other hand slid deeper between my legs and thenmy alpha—for how could I think of him any other way—touched me between my cheeks, his fingers probing directly over my hole.
His knees pressed at my thighs, spreading them further apart as I raised myself up. To my disappointment, he took his hand away from my ass. I saw he was only grabbing a pillow and shoving it underneath me. Good. I had wanted to turn over and present, but I decided now I preferred this position. It was perhaps more awkward for outright fucking, but I loved admiring Raimi. I wanted to see him as he plunged himself into me.
I watched his face as he probed me again, this time inserting one finger as he continued to milk me.
I rode that finger, pushing myself onto it, surprising him, I think, as his face slackened and his eyes widened.
I arched my back in pleasure, sure I was about to come within seconds as if the shower’s quick orgasm had never happened.
“I’m ready. Please.” The ceiling fan seemed to swoop low as I began to lose my senses.
“Yes. You are.” He smiled, biting his lip. “You’re stunning.”
I loved praise. Not all alphas were as conducive to giving it as they were to receiving it, but Raimi’s words felt real. Uninhibited.
I reached out to where he touched my cock. I wrapped my fingers around his grip, my hand moving with his. My breath was an ocean in my lungs now, heaving and sighing as if preparing for a storm.
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” Raimi said, his voice joining the roar of blood in my ears.
“I can’t believe you’re waiting so long,” I replied, then gave a little whimper to show I wasn’t being critical. At least, nottoocritical.
His fingers brushed over my hole again, two diving into my depths, stretching me. I felt the gape, wide and empty, leaking slick. It was too much.
“I need it!” It sounded almost mean, my words, my straining impatience. But he continued to smile as he moved forward and over me again. Both his hands left me now. He touched my chest, the dampness spreading from his fingers to my skin.
“Hold my hips,” he said.
I grabbed on. I couldn’t help but grip with all my strength and my nails dug in.
His hands went between my legs again. I raised my head to watch him touch himself, palming the underside of his cock, aiming it. Even though I was on a pillow, I lifted my hips.
He pressed the tip against me and I broke out in uncontrollable moaning.
“Push.” I think I screamed the word.
Silently, in a buttery smooth motion, he thrust forward. I was so ready. So open. My inner muscles sucked him in like a hungry mouth.
He gasped. “You’re so hot. Oh, the grip inside you!”
One long, luscious slide and he was in me to the hilt, which was what I’d been craving all along.
