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I take it off and drop it to the ground on top of my skirt. “What now?”
He smiles. “Sit down in front of my chair again.”
“Right here?” I ask, keeping my legs closed as I perch on the edge of the table.
“Right there,” he says. “Now, open your legs wide for me.”
I do it slowly, and he uses his hands to help. The first sparks of desire that signal my heat awakening start to ignite before the first light stroke of his thumb over my clit.
He moves his knuckles over my slit and my juices start to seep out.
“That’s better,” he murmurs, “But you’re still not wet enough for my cock.”
He moves into his chair, lifting my legs up over his shoulders.
“Lie back,” he tells me. “Get comfortable.”
The first thing, I achieve. The second isn’t completely possible, but the second his tongue moves over my clit, I couldn’t care less that I’m lying on a hard surface with thin padding underneath. All I feel is him, tasting my arousal and making my heat roar to life as he licks me.
He takes his time, and I stretch my arms out, holding onto the edges of the table as my body trembles under the lightly probing strokes of his tongue. He knows exactly how to push me to the edge and keep me there, and that’s what he does while I shiver and moan under him.
I get closer and closer to climax with every lick, but he stops and dips lower to taste my pussy every time, stopping me from coming and turning me into a needy wreck under his touch. I start grinding into his licks like it might help push things along, but it doesn’t phase him one little bit.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. I feel his lips move into a smile between licks.
He’s an Omega. Of course he knows.
He can feel what I’m feeling.
He knows exactly when to pull back, and when to push harder.
He knows when to lean into my grinding hips, and when to back away.
Complete control is his. He wields it like a weapon, torturing me with promises of satisfaction and leading me so damn close without giving me it, over and over again until I’m groaning with need, my pussy swollen and dripping with arousal.
Goddess, this push and pull is insane. I’m ready to go crazy, when he finally keeps licking me when I get to the edge. I cry out, tensing under him, as I come apart on the damned table.
He raises his head and wipes his mouth, running his tongue over his bottom lip and giving out a sexy little moan. “Okay, now you’re wet enough.”
He lets my legs down and I move up the table, realizing he’s about to climb onto it.
He kneels in front of me. “Fuck, me, this table’s hard.”
“Well, it is made of wood.”
“I clearly didn’t think this through.”
He gets up and helps me sit up. My legs tremble as I climb down from the table.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I’m way better than okay,” I assure him. “Just no more on top of the table stuff.”
“I’m starting to think there’s a reason we never leave the bedroom,” he tells me, giving me a rueful smile. “Fuck. You’re trembling.”
“That would be your fault,” I tell him. “You edged me so damn hard.”
He grins again, and I can’t help smiling back.
