“Did you just unhook my bra with your teeth? That’s so silly.” I shook my head as I fully removed it.
“Why is that silly? I just want to eat all of you.” He finished undressing me. His eyes met mine. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m probably not as good at it as Fiona, but I’m going to devour you.”
“You do know what you’re doing with your tongue,” I admitted as he undressed me. “Not quite as much as you do with your dick, but I don’t have much to complain about.”
Dusty opened my legs and buried his head in my pussy, his tongue and fingers getting all the right places. But he always did, which was one of the reasons why I continued to hook up with him.
Now we were starting a pack, having a child.
He got another good spot.
“I love all your cute noises,” he murmured as he caressed my clit with his tongue.
I gazed down at him. “I do not make cute noises.”
“You do for me.” He went back to work, bringing me closer to my peak, his fingers and tongue getting into a maddening rhythm.
My body exploded, back arching.
“Oh, I just love making you come,” he murmured. He kissed my belly button again and then ran his fingers along my cheek. “You really are Mo Shíorghra, you know that right?
“Yes, Mo Ghrá, that’s why I haven’t pushed you off the building yet.” I looked up into his big brown eyes and smiled, his glasses slipping, slightly foggy.
He crawled forward on the bed and kissed me deeply. His balsam scent surrounded me with his own desire and a hint of something else.
“Dusty, did you cum in your jeans?” I looked at his crotch.
“Making you come, makes me cum,” he replied.
“That does not sound romantic.”
“I can be romantic.” He sat back on his heels. “You are Mi Cielo, my sky that fell from the heavens, and slapped me, altering my world permanently, making me realize that the emptiness my alpha heart felt was not because it lacked an omega, but because it lacked a partner. You fill the fissures in my soul, and when you went after our missing packmate last night, with your big-ass gun, talk about wanting to cum in my pants. I could never doubt that you care for me as much as I care for you, even if you don’t show it the same way,” he confessed and then he gave me an expectant look as if to say,is that good enough?
Shite. I wanted to come from his words, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, I grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to me, and kissed him. Then I pushed him with the flat of my hand to the bed, and got on top of him, pinning him, my nose to his.
“That was lovely, Dusty. I do appreciate the effort, but I think that perhaps we should take these clothes off.” I pulled off his damp jeans and briefs, his cock already mostly erect.
Alphas always seemed ready to fuck unless they needed a nap.
Pulling his shirt off, I kissed his chest. “You can make pancakes on these abs. Have you ever made pancakes on these abs?”
He sucked in a breath. “If I could figure it out, that would be amazing.”
My kisses went lower and lower, as my hands found his balls. I started to play with them as I took him in my mouth–something I very rarely did with a man.
But he was different. He was mine.
He groaned as I went up and down on him. But he wasn’t about to cum in my mouth right now, he would cum in me.
“Patience.” Straddling him, one hand still grasping his cock, I lowered myself down to his throbbing shaft.
He filled all the right places, hit all the right spots. Entwining my fingers with his, I leaned forward to capture his lips as I began to ride him.
“I like this.” He nodded. “Though you can have me any way you want–forward, backwards, upside down, tied up, inside, outside.”
Not sure about outside. I didn’t have Fiona’s penchant for exhibitionism. “Tying you up has possibilities."
A shiver of delight went through the bond. “I’m yours. I’m here to take care of you however you need.”
