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“I was trying to give you a moment.”
“Don’t. Stop,” she growled.
Need roared through me and I knew she could see it, could smell it, could feel it pressing between her thighs. Her perfume flooded the space, even stronger than before. I pulled her closer by her hips and hoisted up her tank top before closing my mouth over the pointed peak awaiting me.
The sound she made wasn’t quite human and that only made me wonder what she would sound like the first time I got my tongue on her cunt. She clung to my head with both arms, panting and squirming, each lap of my tongue triggering a fresh burst of her perfume.
My blood sizzled, and my pulse pounded like a kettledrum in my ears at how beautifully she responded to me. I was going to lose myself to this omega and she didn’t even have a clue.
“Please. Fuck.” My next words dissolved into incoherency under the attention of his mouth. I had only a brief second of relief before he turned to the other breast and set upon it with a relentless focus that had me quivering.
He cupped my breast, lifting it higher for his mouth and I grabbed his wrist, shoving it towards my lap with frenetic energy I didn’t quite understand. He let me guide him, but the layers of fabric were in. The. Way.
My pants needed to be off.
Torn between having to get off him to remove the pants and staying where I was so he could continue with those delicious circles he was doing with his tongue, he made the decision for me.
A protest formed in the back of my throat, but then he was lifting me, carrying me towards the bedroom.
Oh.
He laid me out on the bed and stepped back. A whine left my throat before I could clap a hand over my mouth to stop it. All it took to get him to join me was for me to reach out. My brain blinked out of commission when he hovered over me.
“How’re you doing, little one?” he murmured in my ear, spurring an electric sensation that sparked over my skin.
When the fuck did “little one” become hot?
“Good!” I squeaked out.
“Put me where you want me.” He held one hand aloft for me and I grabbed his wrist, maneuvering his hand to rest on my hip. I needed to work back up to that mental state that kept me from thinking.
“Please don’t make me say it. I’m awkward.”
“Mmm, nope.” He nipped my earlobe. “Your terms remember. You tell me exactly what you want me to do or you put my hand there yourself.”
I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut, pushing his hand over so it rested between my thighs. I let out a sound I didn’t recognize when he curled his fingers.
“There’s a good girl. See, you know what you want.”
Being called a good girl in this context was like a punch to the chest, stealing my breath. I wanted, no, I needed him to tell me I was doing okay with this. I had no clue what I was doing and that simple acknowledgement was a lifeline tossed out to the sea of nerves I was swimming in. Sidney stroked me through the layers, but it wasn’t nearly what I needed.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“I hate you so much right now.” I barked out a laugh and shuddered when he pressed harder.
“No, you don’t.” The smirk was back on his lips as he moved his hand in maddening circles.
I let out a frustrated sound and wriggled my hips. “I don’t want to say it.”
“Then I’m not moving from this spot, and I think you might be tired of having these pants in the way.”
I whimpered and gathered up my courage, grabbing the waistband of my pajama pants and shimmying them down my hips. They made it as far as my knees before he reached to assist, pulling the fabric with that same deliberate slowness that had me aching.
“Panties, too?” he asked. Smugness infused his expression. Instead of slapping the pompous upturn at the corner of his lips like I wanted to, I dragged him down for a kiss, letting myself drown in the taste of him. Why did kissing him soothe my panic? By all accounts it should have made me panic having him even closer, but every time his mouth met mine it made my brain melt.
“Them, too,” I said when I resurfaced.
