We step toward each other at the same time.
The first kiss is searching, almost shy. The second is not. She opens to me like she’s been waiting for this, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer. My hands skim the lines of her waist, her back, memorizing every curve over the fabric of her sweater. Heat curls off her, scent deepening as she presses herself against me, trusting, eager, making my self-control strain.
I slide my palms under the hem of her sweater, giving her time to protest. She doesn’t. She sighs into my mouth, leans into my touch, making a tiny sound that lights every fuse in my body.
“Bayleigh,” I rasp, pulling back just enough that she can see my lips. “You sure?”
She nods, cheeks flushed, eyes clear.
“I want… you,” she murmurs, each word deliberate, like she’s choosing it three times before she lets it out. Her hands move too, signingwantandyouright into my chest.
That unravels me.
I help her out of her sweater, let her tug my shirt over my head. There’s skin, heat, the drag of her fingertips over my shoulders, the quiet awe in her gaze when she takes me in. I kiss every inch of her I can reach, worshipping her touch, letting my mouth write every promise I can’t find words for.
I don’t rush.
I refuse to.
When our clothes finally hit the floor, it’s not frantic. It’s easy. Intentional. Her first time is going to be something she remembers as hers, not as something done to her.
I touch her like she’s breakable and unbreakable all at once—with gentle hands, paying close attention to every shiver and gasp. I murmur against her skin, making sure to enunciate clearly so she can catch the meaning even if not the words.
“So beautiful. So good. Tell me if anything hurts. Tell me what feels right.”
I lay her back on the bed and climb between her legs so I’m hovering above her. My face lowers to her breast, and I take a stiff peak into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, and she hums. She likes that, but not enough. I want more noises to come from those sweet lips.
Slowly, I kiss from one nipple to the other and then back to the middle, down her sternum to her navel, and then to her mound. She sucks in a breath as her thighs fall apart, and I growl at the sight of her slick pussy waiting for me to taste her.
I look up at her; she smiles back at me, and I take that as my cue. Bringing my right hand up, I run my index finger down through her folds. She jolts but doesn’t stop me. I drag that hand to the inside of her left thigh and leave it there, leaning down and ghosting a breath across her clit.
She smells even better up close like this, her pussy dripping with slick just begging for me to lap it up. With a deliberate movement, I flatten my tongue and lick her once from hole toclit, letting her green tea and mint taste linger on my tongue. I repeat that motion three or four times before I place my tongue on her clit and flick up and down a little faster.
Bayleigh moans, and her breaths come in short, quick pants. I focus the tip of my tongue at the top of her clit and eat her like an alpha starved. When her moans get louder, I place an open-mouth kiss on her bundle of nerves and suck.
She screams as her slick coats my face and her pussy spasms against my mouth. So sensitive and delicious. I climb back over her and watch her face as she comes down from the high I just gave her. She stares up at me with a satisfied grin on her face.
“Good?” I ask.
“Yes.” Her cheeks pinken. “But I didn’t take very long.” She looks away from me like she’s embarrassed, but I won't have that. Grabbing her chin, I turn her face back to look at me.
“We can practice as much as you want. I don’t care just as long as I get to be there. You, my sweet omega, are fucking delicious.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“More?” I ask.
She smiles a soft but wicked little smile and nods her head. I push up so I’m on my knees and not hovering above her, and stroke my cock, jerking a little when I touch my knot. It’s swollen and sensitive being so close to the one thing it wants more than anything else.
Shit! Why am I not prepared for this? Dammit.
Bayleigh watches me with open curiosity, her gaze tracking every movement until she shifts forward, moving onto her hands and knees at the edge of the mattress, right in front of me.
“What are you doing, pretty girl?”
“I want to try…” She looks at my dick, and I feel like I might come on the spot.
“Go on, Omega. Put those pretty lips on my dick.”
