My breath halts; the air around us is so saturated with pink and red it’s almost hard to see.
Summer’s alluring scent sings so loudly for me it nearly deafens my ears, promising hours of blissful ecstasy. I respond with a low call of my own. In a millisecond, I grab his pale thighs and push them toward me and up so I can press my face to his muscle ring and taste the sweetness. The world hums with the sound of warm, hot colors, and the young omega’s fragrance swirls around in vibrant pink hues.
"Fuck me, just do it! I can’t go another second!" Summer whimpers, as the intense, orange and carmine shades erupt around him. I lift my face over his gaping entrance and pull myself up, unzipping my pants at the same time. It takes me five seconds to angle my cock down and push inside in one swift, long thrust. The room nearly explodes… the blinding light of orgasmic discharge floods the space around us… We both climax at the same time, right on the first thrust!
Well, like I said, our chemistry isdefinitelyTM-like.
Basking in the moment, I rest my forehead against the back of his head, breathing deeply and making just the slightest pause before resuming the fucking.
There’s no way in hell I’d let one climax stop me. The piano groans in protest as I start pounding Summer’s perfect ass. Damn, I hate celibacy. Fucking is just the best thing ever, except for seeing Summer’s smiling face.
"Pound it, right there, yes, pound me there!" Summer begs, and I angle my cock even more precisely into his prostate. My hand finds his, and our fingers intertwine.
Summer’s loose bun falls apart, and long caramel strands spill all over the piano. He’s stunning: lips parted and red, his breath quick and ragged, sounds of pleasure escaping him.
And then, he suddenly turns around, just like only he can. He simply twists in midair, literally swirling his body upside down while still impaled on my cock, and now he’s in front of me, unsupported by the piano. Summer doesn’t need it.
We lock eyes. His cheeks are flushed and glowing, and my hands clamp onto his hips. Now, we’re in a position where Summer basically floats in the air, as if I’ve pressed him against a wall and I am thrusting into him like that. But there’s no wall, only an invisible barrier he’s created from condensed gas particles.
I fuck him the same way anyway. Summer pulls the hairband from my hair and runs his fingers through my strands. His eyes glow now, his lips part, and his energy radiates like golden light. A sweet yet wild melody, vibrating and intense, weaves itself into our movements, resonating around us.
It’s a magical and shockingly easy scene: rocking into his body while he hovers high in the air. Summer throws his head back and just takes it, as we stand in the middle of my living room, making love in this strange way simply because… we are both strange.
Then I pull him even tighter against me and, just like that, carry him to my bedroom. This isn’t ending here and now. I’ve waited far too long… we both have.
The moment his back hits my sheets, I tear off the rest of his clothes and lean down over his six inches, swallowing him in one smooth motion. I’m good at blowing omegas: no gagging, no choking, just a smooth rhythm. So I get to work in earnest. Soon, Summer moans loudly, his fingers digging into my hair.
Thin golden lines of pleasure ripple across his skin…
"Help me, Fate, it’s too good!" he moans. In the next second, I see those golden lines branching out like a river’s tributaries, flowing over his body toward his cock, then surging up his spine… climaxing as they reach his brain, exploding in light.
I smirk, savoring his sweet seed in my mouth before gulping it all down to the last drop.
As I lift my eyes to meet his, he pants, his pupils nearly eclipsing the gold and silver of his irises.
"Let me see… how you see it," he says, and I already know what he wants. It’s addictive, I guess. Out of all my lovers, I shared this only with Theo and Dennis, and they loved it. So I send the sensory overload I live with every day straight into Summer’s nervous system.
Summer gasps.
"Oh, fuck! How can you—it’s—"
For a moment, he stares at the ceiling, then at me, at my body, his eyes racing along the lines of energy flowing through me.
He seems hypnotized, entranced.
But after maybe a minute of marveling at the energy spectacle, he abruptly blinks, and his aura, ripe with reds, crimsons, and roses… suddenly shifts.
He focuses his eyes on me with an intensity and seriousness that makes my pulse hitch.
Pink and red shades fracture as streaks of sapphire and pale blue ripple through his energy.
The mood changes.
"Snow, I want to tell you that I missed you… I never want to be separated from you again."
I stop all my motions, and our eyes lock. Between us stretches a silence tinted pink.
His gaze drops to my hand resting on his hip. Gently, he takes it, threading his fingers through mine. Then he closes his eyes, and for a moment the quiet lingers, vibrating between us like a pale net of strings until he draws a deep breath and says,
