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Her eyes tunnel into mine, seeking something. “Is long term really what you want because if it isn’t, just say so, Omega? I need the honest truth from you, not pretty lies that lead to a broken heart. I don’t want to be at your doorstep, begging to stay when you no longer want me.”
I move closer until there’s no air between our bodies. “Long term has always been my goal with you from the start, Astalia. The second I laid eyes on you, I knew I had found the woman I needed not just wanted… and I can’t exactly picture you begging to stay with anyone.”
She peers a little longer at me as if she is searching for the windows of my soul. Not once do I look away because I have nothing to hide from her. When she speaks next, I’m anticipating with bated breath her decision. “Then, you better kiss me because long term has to start somewhere.”
My lips crash down onto her soft ones and lock in position. She, too, gives in to the moment, gasping and then blowing wind into my lungs. Our tongues do a tango, dancing to the beat of one drum. The kiss is so passionate that my heartstrings tighten. I head to ecstasy when Astalia’s hands go to my pants to loosen the string on my joggers. With my pants loosened, she breaks the kiss to look at me. As I look into her eyes, the moment grows intense. She desires me as much as I desire her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against her neck as her light moans fill the air. I move toward her breasts, dipping my head down and taking one darkened nipple into my mouth before devouring the other. What we’re about to share, there will be no coming back from. There has been hesitation before but right at this moment, I’m about to lose myself in Astalia willingly.
After I have sucked her perky nipples until they are reddened, Astalia stands up and looks down at me as she strips out of her shoes, socks, and leggings. Watching me intently as I watch her in all of her sexiness, she walks around to the back of the sofa and palms the corner of it, positioning herself so that her ass is poking out. She crooks her finger and beckons me over, and with this, I am fucking undone. My dick feels like it’s about to explode. Never have I had an erection feel so thick and pull my skin so tight. All I can do is pray I don’t cum before I get to touch her again.
“I want you, Omega. I do,” she moans out.
Shedding my shirt and pants, I grab a condom out of my pocket and walk over and stand behind her. As soon as my dick touches the hot flesh of her taut ass, I feel the precum sliding out of the tip of it. I slip the condom on while asking, “Is this what you want, Astalia? This is your last chance to say so.” My fair warning that we have reached a pivotal moment.
She turns to face me, pulls my face to hers again, and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. Undone is really not a good word for what I experience the moment I deepen the kiss by picking her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I feel like I’m hers, and she is mine. I palm her ass into my hands to hold her right where I want her to stay. The heat from her core has me on fire. I shove my dick in her hot pussy, immediately feeling the snugness wrap around me like a blanket.
“Oh, Omega!” she screams and begins panting like I’m giving her everything she ever dreamed of.
Her excitement sends me over the edge, and I pound into her, grunting and moaning my passion for her until the sound is bouncing off the walls. Clenching and releasing around me, she drives me deeper inside of her wetness. I want more and more of her, so I go deeper inside in hopes of finding an even better treasure the further I go. And it does get better with every stroke. Her heat sears my soul, leaves me satiated yet wanting more of her with every passing moment.
This is it. I want this forever. That much is for sure.
Just when I think I can’t get any harder, my dick swells even more when Astalia murmurs against my ear, “I want to feel you from behind.”
I release my arm from around her waist and allow her to slide down. Turning around to position her palms on the back of the sofa again, she arches her back. I don’t enter her right away. Instead, I embrace her from behind and drop kisses from her ear to the center of her back. Licking a trail from her back to her beautiful, rotund ass, I suck each ass cheek with fervor, leaving a mark of passion on each.
Astalia grinds her ass in a circle when I slip down further to taste her pussy from the back. “Omega…” she whines. “Ah, that feels so good. I want to feel you inside of me, Omega.”
Obliging my beauty, I position my dick at her opening and slowly make my way back in. Her body tenses as soon as she feels the impact of me pressing inside of her. As she gets used to my size, her hips begin to thrust in time with mine. She moans my name and some other incoherent things until it becomes clear to me she is saying, “You are mine.”
Those three words reach down inside of me and pull something out. I can’t explain it. I lose myself in making love to her. We’re perfect strangers but also soul mates. I hunch over her and hammer into her sweet pussy relentlessly. An urgency to be everything she wants me to be in this moment overtakes me, and without even realizing it, I answer her repeated claims of me being hers by saying, “Take all of me, baby. I’m yours.”
Somewhere in the midst of her claiming me, and my surrendering to her claims, we both release and lean over the couch spent. I stand up and pull her up from her limp state, pick her up into my arms, and carry her to my bed where we lay—Astalia in my arms, and me with a smile on my face and in my heart.
Being claimed by a woman isn’t new to me. Many have tried. But this right here is different. I actually want Astalia for all time, and I hope she means every word she said while we were making love. Lying asleep in my arms, she stirs awake and looks at me. “You are mine,” she sleepily says, peering into my eyes before drifting back off into a slumber. She appears to be talking in her sleep, but still, those three words resonate in me.
I whisper against her ear. “And you are mine, Astalia.”
A small smile appears upon her face before she lets out a light snore. I kiss her forehead and hold her tighter than before.
Finally…the one.
Chapter Eleven
Astalia
‘Tis the Season
December 24, 2019
After four days of being in Omega’s apartment, I talk him into letting me do something to make it look festive. He resists at first, saying it’s not necessary to decorate, so I wager him in a game of spades. If he wins, he only puts up his Atlanta Falcon’s themed wreath for decorations—it’s the only holiday ornament he owns. If I win, I get to decorate the place as much as I want. Well, I win again.
Omega clears a space for the Christmas tree, and we go to two different department stores looking for a nine foot, frosted fir tree. While we are out, we pick up some gifts for family and friends, during which time Omega spends most of his time trying on and buying clothes for himself. He is so strategic in putting together his wardrobe that it’s amazing to watch him shop. But now that his shopping is done and we’re out looking for a tree, he suddenly turns into Scrooge.
“Come on, Astalia. How long do we have to look at different trees? Pick one and let’s go,” Omega barks as I pull him through the Christm
as decoration section of Target.
