Page 66 of Bonded By Christmas
My fingers dig in as I massage her thigh before pulling my hand away to rinse off the soap. I keep my other hand on her breast, occasionally flicking over her nipple.
Lacey squirms, and it gives me confidence to get a little more brazen. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, and I’ve never had the opportunity to take my time like I want to do with this omega.
My fingers tease over her inner thigh, working my way higher, and she moans. Wiggling, she tries to force my fingers to her sex.
I chuckle, nuzzling my cheek to the side of her head. “Needy already, little one?”
“Mm-hmm,” she agrees breathlessly.
“Ask sweetly for me to tease your pussy.” I dance my fingertips into the indent where her thigh meets her pussy, but I don’t give her what she wants. Instead, I stretch over to caress the other leg.
She huffs. “I figured Cal had a sadistic streak, but you’re supposed to be my sweet alpha.”
I boom a laugh.
She’s got Callum pegged.
“I can be very tender,” I murmur, cupping her sex. “But I can also draw this out if you want to be a brat. I’ll enjoy it either way.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I’ll be good. I promise. Please, Grim.”
“Please,what?” I coax. “All you have to do is say the words.”
“Touch my pussy, please!”
“And you were so sweet about it.” I immediately give her what she wants, teasing my fingers down her labia. She whimpers as I give a little squeeze and dip my middle fingerbetween her lower lips to find her clit. “See? You give me what I want, and I’m more than happy to do the same in return.”
It’s obscene how huge my hand feels in comparison to her, but alphas and omegas are made to fit together. I’m not going to let myself worry too much. If I can’t fuck her tonight, we can work up to it.
Lacey grinds my cock against my pelvis, her ass cheeks perfectly cupping my shaft. It mimics the speed she would ride me, and I shove a finger inside her.
She whimpers, bending in half, and I pull her back to my chest with the hand on her tit. Her pheromones burst in the air, making my dick jump.
Damn, I don’t think that’s something omegas can control. That means even her system is on board with trying to taunt me into hurrying to the finish line.
It’s tempting to rush through the steps, but my cock can learn some damn patience.
Penetrative sex is not the only way to build intimacy, and I’d want her even if I could never shove my dick inside her. When I was younger, I thought the world began and ended with sex, but reality caught up real quick. Having a massive cock is more of a pain in the ass than porn would have the general public believe. It takes a lot of prep and focus not to leave a partner sore, and I don’t get off on causing pain. Well, not that kind, at least.
What I want out of my relationship with Lacey is so much more meaningful than shoving her as full of my cock as she can get.
I ache to hold her.
Comfort her when she’s had a bad day.
Wake up next to her when her hair is a mess, and all she can do is grunt about needing a cup of coffee.
I want a real connection.
The kind that lasts a lifetime.
I want to be loved and love the hell out of her.
“You’re doing so well. Here, how about another?” Picking up my speed on her clit, I add a second finger. “That’s it. Stretch for me. Such a good omega.” I’m fascinated by how her pussy clings to my digits, but it also makes me wonder if we’ll ever be able to have sex.
While I’m not usually so dramatic, I have to worry about slipping into rut and accidentally hurting her.
Maybe I should call Wilder or Callum to supervise? Harming the trust we’re building would be my nightmare come to life.
