I am shaking at Bird’s gentle touch. I’m still only getting used to accepting this…soft intimacy…from him.
Hard fucking. I know how to do that.
Impersonal rutting. I’ve been doing that for years.
But kissing? Being worshiped with tender touches?
It’s new and surprisingly frightening.
I would rather face down a bullet, and yet, I would never stop facing this fear because this service is something that Bird needs to do for me.
As he kisses up my thighs toward my pussy, and his silky hair brushes my thighs, I realize that he is shaking too.
My bonded Omega feels our connection through our bond when he is on his knees, whether being handfed or eating mypussy. I’m only learning about my inner Omega instincts from Bird, but I will never deny him his.
Plus, I’m discovering that my Alpha side adores both Bird’s service and his submission.
My eyes darken, when Bird’s breath ghosts across my clit.
I widen my legs. “What are you waiting for, Little Bird? Please your Queen of Hearts.”
“Thank you.” He says it with such hushed earnestness that I stare at him in shock.
This is more than role play to him.
I am hisqueen.
Me, the bad Rogue, the freak and outcast.
I’m worthy…at least, enough for my Omega.
Bird licks down my folds with a sudden hunger, darting his tongue into my pussy. “You taste of caramel.”
It’s too much.
I grab Bird by the hair and hold his head against my pussy. “Just like that. You’re doing so well, my Omega. I love the way that you look on your knees tonguing me.Beautiful.That’s it, keep going. You have five minutes to make me come.”
When Bird stills, I relax my hands, pulling them away from his hair to rest them back on the bed.
He glances at me. “What happens if I fail? Will I be spanked?”
Worried, I shake my head. “I’ve never hit you. I wouldn’t punish my…” Then I notice the wicked curl to Bird’s lips and chuckle. “Spank, hmm? Like in that movie you made me watch with Jex? But that wouldn’t be a punishment. It would be a reward. How about if you make me come in less than five minutes, I’ll reward you. At the weekend, I’ll lay you over my lap and spank you until you’re begging and crying and...?”
Immediately, as I knew he would, Bird eagerly starts tonguing me again, determined to win this contest.
I want him to.
It is as much a reward for me as it is for him to erotically spank his gorgeous ass and then kiss it better.
And possibly, bite it.
Bird has already told me that he loves that kink, as much as I do.
Pleasure winds through me at the fantasy, and my eyelashes flutter.
I moan, tipping my head back.
“Three minutes left,” I warn.
