He stood from the couch and held out his hand. I took it, letting him pull me to my feet.
My heart hammered in my chest. Two weeks of being mated and we’d explored each other’s bodies thoroughly, but this was different. This felt like crossing another threshold, one I’d neverimagined I’d get to cross. Omegas didn’t top. I’d had more than a few worries about being treated differently because of my size—both my height and my dick—but Brax made sure I knew how much he loved both those things about me.
Brax must have sensed my nervousness through the bond because he turned to face me, cupping my jaw with both hands. “Hey. We go slow. If you don’t like it, we stop. No shame, no pressure. Okay?”
I nodded, leaning into his touch. “Okay. Same for you. If it hurts, I’ll stop. We can take all the time you need.”
He winked. “Babe, I’ve been keeping my ass stretched and conditioned for this day. I may not produce slick naturally like you, but I have plenty of the human-made stuff.”
He kissed me then, soft and sweet, so different from the desperate claiming bites and frenzied coupling of our first days together. This was us learning each other, trusting each other.
“I want to do this right. Want it to be good for both of us.” Brax started undressing, pulling his shirt over his head. The sight of his broad chest and defined muscles still made my mouth water.
I followed his lead, stripping off my clothes until we were both naked. Brax climbed onto the bed, settling on his back and spreading his legs in clear invitation. The vulnerability of the position, the trust it showed, made my throat tight.
“Come here,” he said, reaching for me.
I crawled over him, settling between his thighs. “Tell me what to do.”
“Touch me first. Get me ready.” His voice was already breathy with anticipation. “Put those long fingers of yours to good use. Have you played with yourself like this?”
I nodded. “Not often.”
He groaned. “Mhm. I want to see that. Another day.”
I kissed him as my hand traveled down his body, over the hard planes of his stomach, lower still until I wrapped my fingers around his length. He was already hard, and he grew fuller under my touch.
“The lube is in the nightstand,” he said against my lips.
I reached over and found the bottle, slicking my fingers. I’d never done this before, never prepared someone else this way. My own body produced slick naturally, but alphas didn’t have that advantage.
“Just go slow,” Brax encouraged. “One finger first.”
I circled his entrance, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. When I pressed the first finger inside, his eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a soft moan.
“Good?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
I worked him carefully, adding a second finger. When he relaxed and began to grind on my hand like he was thirsty for more, I added a third. The whole time, I watched him, fascinated by the expressions crossing his face. Pleasure, need, trust. Through the bond, I could feel echoes of what he was experiencing, and it only heightened my own arousal.
“You want this,” I said. “You’re so hungry for my cock, your body can’t wait.”
“Fuck yes, mate. I’m ready. Been waiting an eternity to feel that monster inside me.” His hand wrapping around my cock. “Please, Kip. I need you.” His long fingers were able to close around my girth, but even with both hands stacked on top of one another, he couldn’t cover my whole length.
I’d never heard those words directed at me before. Never thought I would. I positioned myself at his entrance, my hands shaking slightly.
“Look at me,” Brax said.
I met his eyes, those warm brown depths full of love and certainty.
“I want this. I want you. Show me what it feels like to have my mate inside me.”
I pressed forward slowly, feeling the tight heat of him envelope the head of my cock. Brax gasped, his hands gripping my shoulders.
“Too much?” I asked, freezing. The head of my cock had barely breached his entrance. It was more than my three fingers.
“No. Don’t stop. Just... go slow. Fuck, that feels so good.”
