Greer’s large palm is splayed on my ass cheek, grinding me against his body, moving me around like I weigh nothing, all the while he kisses me absolutely senseless.
My skirt is bunched at my waist now, only my tights and Greer’s trousers separating our skin from touching when he rubs against just the right spot.
I’m kissing him roughly as I get closer and closer to my release.
Greer grabs my jaw, his fingers slightly calloused as he parts from our kiss and stares at me. Greer looks at me like I’m fascinating, like I’m beautiful.
“That’s it. Is that the spot?” he pants out. “Look at me when you come, angel.”
The words and the way his green eyes can’t look away from me, like watching me get off on just his thigh is the highlight of his day. It’s what breaks me. I shatter into a million blissed out pieces from his touch.
I moan and the sound ripples across the small loch. Greer bucks against my center, grunting and grinding against me through my release. If it wasn’t daytime, I would have sworn I saw stars.
I’m salaciously wet under my tights, but Greer doesn’t move his thigh or his body. He continues looking down at me as I come down from my release.
When I’m finally back online, I clear my throat, a sense of insecurity flooding through me. He’s still hard and surely dry humping on a small shore wasn’t what he had in mind today.
His fingers tighten on my jaw, his lips press against mine in a soft kiss.
“That was…perfect, sweet Omega,” he says, which has my heart stuttering for a second.
I’ve always been defensive when being called an Omega, but the way Greer says it makes me feel cherished.
“You’re, um…still,” I say, glancing down at his crotch.
He just smiles at me. “Aye,” he says, bringing more kisses against my jaw and cheeks.
I swallow thickly, feeling like I’m being extremely greedy by soaking up all these kisses he’s willing to give.
“I could—” I don’t know what I’m about to suggest, but he cuts me off from that train of thought, anyway.
“Oh Maisie,” he says with a laugh. “It’s been a long time for me, too. I’m well taken care of.”
I glance back down at his crotch and back up at him. His beard covers a good portion of his cheekbones, but they’re pink.
Me and this Alpha both came with our clothes completely on and something about that has a laugh bubbling up.
“We’re no better than the local teenagers,” I joke and he smiles, coming back down and peppering kisses all over me.
“Suppose not,” he says, straightening out my glasses and pushing a rogue curl out of my face. “You truly are the loveliest creature.”
I clear my throat. “American men don’t say things like that,” I say and Greer grunts.
“Their loss,” he says, kissing my cheek one last time before he starts to untangle us.
After the high of my orgasm, there’s a bit of timidness taking over as I go to push down my skirt. But large, freckled hands beat me to it.
Greer gently straightens out my skirt. When he has it on straight, he tugs on it.
“I like the way you dress,” he says. I’m not sure how many more compliments I’ll be able to handle for the day. “I also like your wild hair, your round wee glasses?—”
“Okay stop. Too many sweet compliments.”
“Ah. Well, next I was going to say I like your arse too.”
I can’t help but to laugh, falling against the blanket and Greer does the same thing. We’re quiet for a few moments and I expect bubbling panic to rip through me, but it doesn’t.
“Would you let me cuddle you?” Greer says, cutting through the silence and I look over at him. The large Alpha needs cuddles.
