Page 25 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“I need it,” she says, voice filled with desire and a slight thread of discomfort.
Shit, I need to get a move on. And I need to do something that will have the best chance of getting her off. No way am I messing this up after talking a big game about making her come.
Not for my ego, but for Camille. If she’s never come with a partner, every sexual encounter becomes further evidence that it won’t happen. That maybe itcan’thappen.
That’s unacceptable.
If I had time, I probably should examine why making hercome is so important to me and why I’m not just giving her the medically prescribed dicking she’s asking for. But I don’t, so for now I’ll have to chalk it up to professional pride.
As an omega, Camille’s body is designed for pleasure. It’s meant to come over and over. I get the honor of showing her that for the first time, so I’m sure as shit going to do everything I can to make it good.
Time to bring out the crowd pleaser.
I keep one hand on Camille, teasing her clit with a light press of my thumb, while reaching out behind me to fumble around until I find my bag.
Camille watches me with a mixture of curiosity and impatience. “What are you doing?”
I tug the bag closer and find what I’m looking for by feel, then pull it out and hold it up as an answer to her question.
Her eyes widen when she sees the unassuming toy in my hand, clearly knowing what it is. “Oh!” The tension on her face bleeds away, and a smile spreads across her lips. “You came prepared.”
That pleased look combined with her throaty laugh makes my dick throb.
“Hell yeah, I did.” I grin back at her and spread her pussy with the hand already on her, holding her open so I can position the suction toy over her clit. “How intense do you like it?” I ask, pressing the button to turn it on.
Camille sucks a breath in at the sensation. “A little more.”
I turn up the toy, and her head tips back, her lips falling open. Before I can question the appropriateness of what I’m doing, I bring my mouth to the exposed column of her throat and suck hard, overwhelmed by the need to mark her skin.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps, making my blood heat with the need to pull more pleased curses from this beautiful woman’s lips.
I can’t keep from rocking my hips against the bed, thoughit does little to help with my aching cock. Usually I’m more patient, but nothing about things so far has been usual for me.
I up the intensity of the toy again as I drop my mouth down to circle her nipple with my tongue. After a few minutes of exploring her tits and finding out what touch she responds to the most, Camille lets out a little sigh that sounds more frustrated than pleased.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
“R-really good. It’s really good.”
Hmm. Good isn’t great. I’m not about to ask her if she’s close, because I know that’s a surefire way to scare away an orgasm when someone struggles with them.
I take her hand in mine and place it over the toy to hold it in place, so I have both hands free. “Keep this here.” I up the intensity one more time, loving how she starts to rock her hips against the toy in tiny motions.
That’s better.
I lock eyes with Camille as I press a finger against her entrance and sink it inside. Her slick lets me slip it in with ease, so I pull it out and add another.
“Yes, oh god, yes,” she moans as I use my fingers to stroke inside her, focusing on the spot where a knot would sit.
I build her up like this, watching her expression to see what she likes the best and slipping in a third finger and pressing harder. “Told you this pussy was made to be fucked. Show me how well you can take it.”
Her eyelids flutter and her body tenses as she sucks in a small, shocked inhale as her orgasm hits her. A low sensual moan spills from her lips and heat coils in my belly, the sound of this omega coming apart threatening to make me come undone too.
Eyes wide, Camille holds my gaze in disbelief as she rides out her pleasure. “Fuck, oh god, Jackson.”
Her saying my name as she’s coming makes that possessive feeling from earlier flare even brighter.
I gently tug away her hand and the toy as soon as she comes down from her orgasm, needing to taste her pleasure.
