Page 55 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Yes!” she arches up to meet my touch, her hands gripping the cushions.
“Beautiful,” I breathe out, completely entranced. Every swipe, every circling motion is met with a gasp, a moan, a plea for more. I commit every sound, every reaction to memory, wanting to be the one who always brings her this relief.
“More, please, more,” she begs, her hips rolling in rhythm to my ministrations.
“I will take care of you little rose. You’ll come on my fingers, I promise,” I assure her, my movements becoming moredeliberate, more focused. I’m lost in the giving, in the sheer pleasure of watching her unravel under my touch.
Her body tenses, a crescendo building, and I double my efforts, determined to chase away the ache. She comes around my fingers with a loud moan.
The echoes of Oli’s pleasure fade into soft, contented breaths as she blinks up at me with clear eyes.
I’m worried she’s going to hate me, but she gives me a relieved smile. “I think it was just a spike. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Anything for you,” I tell her honestly.
“Chase…” Her voice is a husky whisper laced with gratitude and a new kind of heat. “Let me… I want to make you feel good, too.”
I chuckle softly, shaking my head as I brush a stray bang from her sweat-glistened forehead. The urge to let her touch me roars within, but tonight isn’t about reciprocation. This is about Oli and only Oli.
“Shh, little rose,” I murmur, my thumb tracing the soft curve of her lower lip. “This is all about you.”
Her protest is a pout that makes me want to cave, but I want my time with Oli to be different than any other interaction I’ve had.
“Chase, please,” she persists, a playful challenge sparkling in those captivating eyes. It’s a look that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Olive Hart,” I begin, using my hands to gently pin hers above her head, showing her I mean business without saying a word. My voice drops an octave as I lean in close enough for her to feel my resolve. “You’re going to lie back, relax, and let me make you come. Understand?”
A shiver runs through her, and I can smell the mix of desire and defiance bubbling beneath the surface. But she nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, conceding to my command.
“Good girl,” I whisper, the praise slipping out naturally as if it’s been waiting just for her. There’s a shift in the air, a crackling tension that hums along my skin, and I know she feels it, too. Because when it comes to Oli, everything’s electric.
I move slowly, intentionally, my hands tracing the lines of Oli’s body. My fingers dance down her trembling thighs, coaxing them apart.
I lower myself, letting my breath ghost over her skin.
I take my time, savoring her strawberry scent that calls to the deepest parts of me. Now that I’ve taken the edge off her heat spike, I can enjoy myself. I’m making this about more than easing her. I’m showing my omega how badly I want her.
The moment my tongue meets her, the world narrows down to this single point of contact. I explore her slowly, reverently, drawing out each whimper and gasp. The taste of her is strawberry cheesecake, and I’m greedy for more, addicted to the sweetness.
Fuck she’s perfect.
Her fingers find their way into my hair, holding on, guiding me to the rhythm that she needs.
“Yes, use me, little rose. I’m all yours,” I tell her, words muffled against her skin.
Her response is immediate. She arches into me, her movements becoming more urgent. I’m lost in the taste of her.
I take notes of all the spots that draw moans from her lips for the future because I’ll be down here every day if I get myway.
I feel her body tremble beneath my ministrations. I don’t let up, though; I can’t.
I crave these sounds from her.
My mouth moves with purpose, tongue swirling and flicking at the bundle of nerves that has her hips bucking into my face. I anchor her down with strong hands, my thumbs caressing as I feast with relentless passion.
Her bright green eyes are wide, glazed with pleasure, locked onto mine, and I can’t look away.
I add my fingers to the mix, coaxing that spot in her that makes her go crazy. Oli comes with a scream, and I drink up her release until there’s nothing left.
