Hearing him call me by my real name almost feels like he is giving me a stepping stool to allow me to be who I really am. To honor my parents in the way I should have been all of these years instead of hiding in the shadows.
It's as though he is giving me the opportunity to be the real Valentina. Not the Valentina that I thought was damaged beyond repair.
I don’t say anything, instead I pull away from him. There is a look of hurt and rejection on his face for a moment before it is replaced with shock and a flicker of heat as I move, my thighs settling on either side of his.
Resting my hands on either side of Cal’s neck, I smile down at him. “Thank you for seeing me. For allowing me to show you the real me. For trusting me with your own traumas. For just being you.”
“Always, Valentina. Always.”
I don’t know who closes the distance between us as our lips touch softly. For a moment our kiss is gentle. I follow the motions of Conall's lips as they move against mine in a slow, sensual dance.
That is until I move my hips.
A growl is torn from Cal’s throat moments before our once almost innocent kiss turns anything but.
This new Conall is hungry and he wants me.
Hands grip my hips tight as he pulls me into him, allowing me to feel just how hard he is beneath his jeans.
I groan into his lips as a spark of arousal shoots through my core.
It feels strange to feel such a pleasurable feeling with someone else. After my fear of sex had worn off a few years ago, I finally allowed myself to get off but it never felt anything like this.
I grip onto the gray strands of Conall’s hair as I pull him impossibly closer to me.
I need him.
I need to feel his body against mine.
To feel the pleasure that I know he wants to give me.
Cal’s answering groan has more pleasure shooting straight to my clit as I allow myself to move against the steel beneath me.
Stars spark behind my closed eyelids as I throw my head back.
Cal’s kisses move from my chin to my throat.
A quiet voice inside my head begs him to sink his teeth into the exact spot but I push it away.
Now is not the time for any of that stupid Omega nonsense. Right now, I just want release.
I continue to grind over Cal’s covered cock, wishing desperately that I could feel his naked skin move against mine.
Even though my mind is starting to feel fussy, I know that I am not ready for that right now. I need to stick to dry humping.
At least for tonight.
With each movement of my body against Conall’s I feel my core becoming increasingly wetter. It’s nothing like it was when I was still presenting as an Omega but it's more than a normal Beta would have.
“Use me, baby. Use me for your pleasure,” Cal moans against my lips, inciting a guttural moan from my chest.
I do just as he says, continuing to rub myself against him.
The pleasure becomes unbearable. My stomach tightens before I scream against Cal’s lips as an orgasm is torn from me.
“Fuck, Little Devil. Such a good girl,” Cal grunts out as his body spasms beneath mine.
The jerking of his body along with the praise kicks up my orgasm a notch as a higher sensation overcomes me along with a rush of wetness from my core.
