Page 47 of The Wedding Planner's Manny
I wanted to trace the dips and peaks of his abdomen with my tongue. At the same time, though, I wasn't sure if he'd let me. Jeremiah always expected me to take an almost entirely passive role. He fucked me, not the other way around. Omegas had to learn how to control their urges after all. I certainly had. Case in point, I somehow managed to stand here and stare at all that beautiful naked skin before me without reaching out to touch. Instead of ravishing the alpha in front of me, I crossed my arms in front of my chest to keep my hands from moving of their own accord.
Ethan looked at me with a tilt of his head. “Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing.” I just wasn't sure where I stood with him. What he expected me to do or not to do.
“You're still wearing pants,” I pointed out to steer the conversation away from me. Even if looking was all I was allowed to do, there was still more I wanted to see.
“That I am,” Ethan said with an air of amusement. “You want me to lose my pants?”
“Yes.”
“Only if you take off yours first.”
Well, I could do that no problem. In fact, I simply tookallmy clothes off while Ethan watched. I felt a little awkward about exposing my pregnant belly, but I'd never been ashamed of my body. Actually, I felt rather neutral about it—until I saw the way Ethan raked his eyes over my skin, anyway. I didn't even have to ask him to know if he liked what he was seeing, it was so obvious. Jeremiah mostly acted as if he was doing me a favor by touching me, but Ethan looked as if it would be a privilege to him.
“You're so beautiful,” he said in a near-whisper that made me think he hadn't actually meant to speak, but the words had just slipped out of his mouth.
I didn't know how to respond to genuine praise like that. I'd never felt beautiful, except for this one moment when Ethan said I was. When someone as gorgeous as him said I was good-looking, they had to be correct, right? “Thank you,” I made myself say, and then I reminded him that it was his turn, because I still wanted to see what he was hiding in his pants. He was an alpha, which meant it was probably no small thing.
“Okay, okay.” Finally, Ethan pulled his pants down, along with his underwear—and what was revealed underneath was a sight to behold. I licked my lips studying Ethan's cock. It was already fully erect and curved just slightly at the tip. I wanted to wrap my hand around it and cover the head with my mouth, see what it would taste like. What it would feel like stretching my lips. Involuntarily, the muscles in my ass contracted. Another spot where I wanted to feel that cock. “Satisfied?” Ethan asked.
“Not yet,” I muttered. I wasn't going to be satisfied before I'd had my fill of him.
Ethan moved over to the bed and gestured with his hand. “Come here.”
He didn't have to tell me twice. He sat on the edge of the mattress, and when I approached, he pulled me on top of him to straddle his lap. It was so good to finally be skin-on-skin with him that I nearly moaned when he kissed me again, feeling the heat of his hard cock so close to mine, breathing in his scent. His fingertips skated over my naked back and farther down. I wanted to touch him too, but I kept my hands on my thighs instead, doing all I could to quench that desire. I couldn't do anything before I knew how he was going to react. I didn't want him to stop now. Not when I'd finally made it this far.
But even though I didn't move, Ethan stopped anyway. “You're all tense,” he said, eying me with concern.
“I'm sorry.” Was I already messing this up? I was trying so hard not to.
“What's wrong? You can relax. I'm not going to hurt you, you know? I would never do anything you don't want me to do.”
“I know. I'm not worried about that.”
“But there'ssomethingthat's bothering you,” Ethan insisted.
He wasn't wrong. But how to tell him? “I'm not worried about what you might to do me, but I don't know what you want me to do to you,” I tried. “I kind of really want to touch you, but I don't know if that's okay.”
Ethan studied me in confusion. “Why wouldn't that be okay?” But then he understood before I even had a chance to offer an explanation. Just by watching his face I could tell exactly when understanding dawned on him by the way his eyes widened and then narrowed. “Oh,” he said, and I got the feeling he was holding back an insult he wanted to hurl at my ex. “You know what? We're going to be doing things a little differently tonight.”
I tilted my head at him. “How do you mean?” I asked, even though I knew I'd be okay with whatever he wanted. I could never have expected the next words out of his mouth, though.
“Tonight,you'regoing to be on top.”
What? I stared at Ethan. Had I heard that correctly?
“You don't want to?” he asked when I remained silent.
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“You'd really let me?”
“I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't serious.” Ethan wriggled his eyebrows at me as if this was something that actually excited him rather than something he was willing to suffer for me. “You told me you were led to believe omegas had to be submissive. I couldn't think of a better way to wipe those ideas from your mind. I don't need you to be submissive. Believe me, I'm man enough to take you whatever way you want me.”
Holy shit, he was totally serious about this. He actually wanted me to take charge.
“You feel up to the challenge?” Ethan quirked his head to the dresser next to the bed. “There's lube in the drawer.”
