Page 117 of Unravel Me

Then, I settle lower and lower, never breaking eye contact, until I finally slide all the way down. I feel him so deep inside me that it almost feels like he's creating a bulge in my stomach.

We stay like that for a heartbeat, fused tightly together.

Then I whisper, "I know why we haven't had that famous First Touch and First Orgasm… because we've already experienced it, haven't we?"

Mauro’s gaze intensifies, his eyes boring into mine for a second, his expression telling me everything, before he gives a soft smile and a slight nod.

I want to ask him why, and everything else I should be asking, but right now, I just don't care. All I want is endless pleasure, fucking bliss, the solace of selfish ecstasy.

"I want you to fuck me, Mauro. I want to come over and over again. I want to forget everything, to just lose myself in this," I mutter, my hot breath ghosting over his face.

Mauro’s grip on my waist tightens, becoming firmer, more possessive. Then, he lifts himself slightly, swiftly shifting his weight in a smooth twist, sending me falling onto the bed beneath him. His cock remains buried deep, bottoming out inside me. We're staying locked together tight, when a smirk starts to play on Mauro's lips, something a bit naughtier, maybe even a little dark.

He begins to pull out slowly. My slick has already coated his glistening shaft, and as I look down at where we're joined, I see him watching it too, the thin translucent strands. He withdraws almost entirely, until only the very tip of his massive head is still inside, and then, with one fast, deep thrust, he slams back into me.

A moan rips out of me, the kind of sound a slut makes when he's getting fucked right. Then comes another pull-back, and another deep plunge. The pace isn't fast, but it's intense; every drive is deep, penetrating me all the way to the hilt. His cock is longer than Mark's, and he's hitting the entrance to my womb, which feels strangely sensitive right now. It's almost like I'm in heat; these thrusts, the way he's hammering into me, the internal massage… it sends my pleasure skyrocketing. My breath hitches.

Bam, bam, bam.

He glides into me, and I'm soaring. Every push of his hips takes me one step closer to that point, that long, all-consuming pink explosion. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, my nails nearly scratching him.

A moment later, amidst the sound of our heavy breathing, I feel his body tense. I know he's almost there too. His hips start to move in shorter, more jagged jerks, which only pushes me further into the final peak of my pleasure. I arch my back, letting go of his shoulders and throwing my arms back over my head.

A loud groan tears from my throat as my seed shoots out in a pearly arc, splashing across my chest and even landing on my face. Yeah, so fucking slutty.

Mauro watches this with a satisfied smile and… joins me right away. His thick shaft pulses inside me, pumping wave after wave of cum that explodes deep in my gut, filling me with a spreading heat.

I'm almost embarrassed by the sounds I'm making; loud, hungry, whimpering moans, but the relief this orgasm brings is worth a bit of shame; the climax is unimaginable. I'm trembling like a live wire. It's like everything that's been building up over the last few days, all that tension from not being able to merge like this, has finally overloaded and been released. I lie there, arms sprawled wide, panting, while Mauro hovers over me, his face flushed. He's breathing just as hard, his eyes locked onto mine.

It feels like we're permanently connected, as if some kind of energy is flowing between us through that gaze.

"I don't want this to end," I gasp. "I want more, much more… of everything."

A knowing smile touches his lips.

Without breaking the connection, still buried deep inside, he leans down and his mouth softly brushes against my chest, his tongue hot and wet sliding around my stiff nipples that are sticking out like they're begging for his loving touch.

He catches one between his lips first, then gives it a light bite with his teeth. I let out a soft, purring sound. His fingers slide lower and wrap around my shaft. It's still rock hard, but I guess I should've expected that. No oversensitivity. It's sex between True Mates, after all, and they can go at it forever.

Mauro strokes my cock lightly, then moves his fingers down to my balls, playing with them gently too. It feels good, and it's something I've rarely had explored before. Most people don't pay much attention to an omega's balls, but Mauro brings them into our play. I let out quiet, approving little gasps.

Then his fingers wander lower, and he carefully slides them around the base of his own cock where it's buried inside me. He forms a ring with his fingers and starts making slow, circular, massaging motions around my stretched, swollen rim. It feels good, teasing me perfectly.

All of these little ministrations make my arousal spike higher. I want to feel more of that pounding against my prostate, and against the entrance to my womb, so I lift my hands from where they've been lying limp on the pillow and run my fingers over his chest, savoring the firm muscles. Then I move them to his shoulder and, with a strong, decisive tug, draw him closer to me.

"More!" I pant against his mouth, and he follows that plea without hesitation.

He starts moving again, but this time it's different, with lengthy, almost lazy thrusts that slide in deep, followed by his hips rocking gently from side to side. At the same time, his mouth drops to my neck, his tongue dragging over my neck glands before sliding up to my ear, licking along the shell in unhurried, wet strokes.

I lift my arms and wrap them tightly around his neck. Now we're so close, his full weight pressing down on me, his body sliding over my sweat-slick skin, massaging my dick in the process. We're fucking in this tight, intimate way—body against body, skin meeting skin, sweat mixing with sweat.

His kisses change too, his raw hunger softening as they trail tenderly across my cheeks, up to my temples, until they find my lips, where they leave short, sweet presses.

So yeah, it’s official.

The tenderness; it’s like a signature.

Mauro is fae.