Page 29 of Bear with Me
He shook his head. "I sometimes write a few lines, but nothing worth sharing. And nothing as basic as 'throes of passion.'"
"Yet," I teased. "I'll give you 'throes of passion' to write about."
His smile lit up his face, accentuating his high cheekbones and brilliant white teeth. Then his gaze sharpened on my lips, and he leaned down. "Enough talking."
He kissed me, and the world beyond our shared bed faded away. Blake tangled his hands in my hair, and his cock slid against mine when he thrust against me.
"Lube's in my drawer." I pointed to the nightstand on my side of the bed.
He smirked down at me. "I make my own."
He kissed me again, and I moaned at the thought of him prepping me with his slick. Omegas had fucked me before, but we used store-bought lube.
"I've never been this slick before." Blake wriggled against me, and I heard the wet sound of his fingers in his ass.
"So fucking hot," I whispered.
"Not as hot as an alpha letting me top him," he said, his voice low and strained. "I'm already close from the thought of it." He raised up onto his knees, his gaze filled with heat. "Bring your knees up to your chest and hold them wide so I can see what I'm doing."
A hot flush creeped up my neck as I followed his order. I'd never felt so open and vulnerable with another partner, but this was my mate. I already trusted him more than I would any other man I'd only known for a week.
His gaze raked over my body before settling on my hole. "One day, I'll take my time, but today?—"
"No, please hurry."
He surprised me by sliding his finger inside me. I appreciated slick when I fucked omegas, but damn, it felt even better inside me. The warm tingle spread with every touch, relaxing my muscles and preparing me for Blake's cock.
He worked quickly, spreading me open with three fingers. Instead of burning with the stretch, my whole body tingled with anticipation.
"Your slick must be magical," I said.
He laughed. "I think so, but I'm only human."
He reached behind him for more slick, his neck arched in pleasure. I wanted to be the one to touch him like that, to make him come with my fingers or tongue alone, but this was about trust. I trusted Blake to take care of me today, and to know that I would care for him forever, if he let me.
He brought his slick-covered hand to his cock and gave it a couple tugs. Then he circled his fingers around my entrance.
"Ready?"
"Beyond ready," I said.
He leaned over me, dipping down for a quick kiss before pressing against my entrance and sliding inside. His cock made me so full, I lost myself to the pleasure. When he nudged my prostate just right on his third thrust, I rocked against him and moaned.
"Not going to last."
He made a strangled sound in his throat. "Nope. So good."
He trailed his wet fingers over my nipples. The sensation zinged straight to my cock, which dribbled more precome. I'd leaked so much, there was a string of the stuff from my cock head to my belly.
I rocked my hips into each thrust, climbing closer to the peak of ecstasy. Wordless grunts escaped my lips as I tried to hold back a little longer.
Blake's hips stuttered, and he reached between us to tug on my cock. "Not gonna last," he said. "Come with me."
A few tugs later, my abs clenched with the intensity of my orgasm, and ropes of white jetted over my abdomen. My legs trembled from the intensity. I'd never come this hard with a partner. The only time I'd come close was that first time in the shower after Blake and I met.
Blake shifted my right ankle to his shoulder and tapped my left knee. I let go, and my leg flopped onto the bed beside him.
"That's … oh gods. That's so fucking good, Ollie."
