Fallon was already scrambling with his feet to get out from under the covers. His bare legs spread for me. His cock bobbed.
I couldn’t help myself and leaned down, licking the head. He tasted of all the sweetness I knew he had inside him. I reached for the base of his shaft and held him steady as I took the head into my mouth. He fell back, moaning.
Precum spurted onto my tongue. His shaft was so hard the head bulged. I gave a little suck to sooth that ache. He cried out and began tossing his head on the pillows.
I moved my body into a better position to take him deeper into my throat, my other hand cupping his balls, then moved it down to probe his soaked hole.
Fallon’s hips arched up. His cock went deep. I pulled up, sucking, then went down to give him the suction and friction his body was begging for. He made it so easy for me. It was as if his beautiful cock was made to fit. Made for me. And the sweetness. My mouth watered around him, hungry for more.
His fists tangled in my long hair. I still hadn’t put it up. It was going to be a nightmare to brush out when this was over. I didn’t care.
I pushed two fingers inside him and pulled up on his cock. His hands pressed the back of my head. I went down again, then up, faster. He let out sweet, strangled sounds, making my own cock drip.
Front and back, I had him just where I wanted him, fingers inside him, mouth on top. I pulled off his cock, holding it straight up. It gleamed for me, utterly enticing. The tip was dripping. I licked over the tip and down to the nerve bundle at the base of the head. I sucked on that, making him scream. When I felt the throat against my palm, I covered his head and sucked hard. Strong shots of liquid hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed everything he had to give.
His cries quieted, but not much. He squirmed on my fingers, not done.
I climbed between his legs and held him up. His cock and balls fell back and his hole was revealed. I licked all around it, taking in the syrup of his slick until I could no longer wait. I raised myself over him, lined up my cock, and pressed into that welcoming heat.
“I need you to fill me.” He spoke each word between breaths.
I pushed harder, trying to be gentle, but my body betrayed me. Soon, I was plunging to the hilt, withdrawing and doing it again. My cock and balls burned.
Fallon grabbed his legs and pulled them to his chest, giving me complete access to his body. So beautiful.
I lost myself to the magic. This act had never felt so good. I pressed in and pulled him up at the same time, hoping I wasn’t squishing his legs. He let go and they dropped forward though his stomach and hips and back muscles still lifted them from the bed. His head had fallen back but I could still reach his lips. I kissed him and he responded by moaning into me.
He turned his face aside and begged. “Knot me again. Please.”
That wasn’t going to be a problem. My knots came when I was in breeding mode. Omega heats guaranteed that.
“Honey, I will. I will.”
“Deeper, please.”
The begging was actually hot, and had me moving faster, my mind slowly blanking out.
It didn’t take long for my orgasm to hit. I tried to hold back to prolong our pleasure, but that hardly worked. Fallon sent me out of control.
My knot formed quickly and Fallon groaned his approval. His rim spread and his body sucked it inside. I saw stars.
I wasn’t sure how long my orgasm lasted. I was breathless when it passed. My knots always fed me more orgasms during the approximately twenty minutes they lasted. But my first with Fallon had been longer. I hadn’t timed it, but it was at least a half an hour.
My arms were shaking and I slowly lowered myself on top of him. He didn’t seem to mind my weight. His legs were still in the air and I gently pushed them down until he could rest more comfortably.
“So good.” He kept murmuring those words.
“You’re incredible.” I kissed him, loving the feel of it while we were stuck together.
Another orgasm rolled over me, shorter, but Fallon squeezed every bit of it out of me.
When I relaxed again, Fallon said, “Do you realize your phone is pinging?”
“I’ll get it later.”
“It’s kind of a lot.”
“I’m so sorry if it disturbs you.”
