"Yes." I lifted my hips to help him, my whole body trembling with anticipation, my skin feeling too tight. "Please, yes." He pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, revealing me inch by inch, his breath catching as more skin was exposed. When I was completely bare before him, he sat back on his heels and just looked, his gaze traveling from my flushed face to my heaving chest to the glistening wetness between my thighs, his nostrils flaring, a low rumble building in his chest.
"Look at you." His voice came out reverent, broken, like a prayer, his hands trembling where they rested on my knees. "So beautiful. So perfect. Glistening for me. All for me." His nostrils flared again, his eyes going half-lidded, and that Alpha purr deepened—primal and possessive, vibrating through the air between us.
"I can smell your slick." His voice was wrecked, barely human, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing them gently apart, his calloused palms rough against my sensitive inner thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Can see it glistening on your pretty pussy. So wet for me. Your body wants this, doesn't it? Wants me?"
"Yes." The word came out as a sob, my thighs falling open under his gentle pressure, baring myself completely to him without shame, my hips tilting up in invitation. "I want you. I need you. Please, Reid, please?—"
He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders spreading them wider, the rough hair on his forearms tickling my skin, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, his stubble scraping against the tender flesh, making me gasp at the rough texture, then the other thigh, taking his time, making me wait until I was trembling and desperate, my hands fisting in the sheets.
"Gonna taste you now." His voice was a low growl against my skin, his fingers tracing through the slick pooled at myentrance, spreading it, coating his fingers in my wetness, making me whimper and squirm. "Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna make you come on my tongue until you forget every bad thing that ever happened to you."
"Reid—" His name came out as a whine, high-pitched and desperate, my hips tilting toward his mouth instinctively, chasing the heat of his breath.
Then his mouth was on me. I nearly came off the bed at the first stroke of his tongue—hot and wet and perfect—pleasure exploding through me like lightning, like fire, like nothing I'd ever felt before. The flat of his tongue dragged through my folds, tasting me, learning me, and the sensation was overwhelming. My hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands hard enough that he groaned against me, and a sound escaped me that I'd never made before—high and desperate and utterly wrecked.
"Oh god—" I gasped, my hips bucking against his mouth, trying to get closer, get more. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me still, holding me open for him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise. "Reid—oh fuck?—"
He groaned against me, the vibration making me shudder from head to toe, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core, and doubled his efforts. His tongue was relentless, sliding through my folds, dipping inside me to taste my slick—I could hear him swallowing, humming with pleasure at the taste—circling my clit with devastating precision. He ate me like he was starving for it, like I was the best meal he'd ever had, like he could do this forever and never tire of it.
His mouth slurping against my flesh, his groans of pleasure, my whimpers and moans. They made me even wetter, more slick gushing out of me, coating his chin, his lips, dripping down to soak his sheets beneath me. I should have been embarrassed,but I was too far gone to care, lost in the sensation of his mouth on me.
"So sweet." He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice wrecked, destroyed, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal, his eyes wild and feral, his pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. "Taste even better than you smell. Like honey. Like heaven. Like mine." His tongue darted out to lick his lips, savoring my taste, and I whimpered at the sight. His dark eyes blazed up at me, possessive and fierce. "You're mine, aren't you? My Omega. My Aster."
"Yes." The word came out broken, sobbing, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from the intensity of the pleasure, my whole body shaking. "Yours. All yours. Please—don't stop—I need?—"
He lowered his mouth again, his tongue circling my clit with devastating precision, flicking and swirling and sucking until I was seeing stars, until my vision was going white at the edges. When he slid a finger inside me, I cried out, my inner walls clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper, my back arching off the bed.
"So tight." His voice was rough, awed, his finger pumping slowly, the calluses dragging against my sensitive inner walls in a way that made me see stars. "So hot and wet. Like silk. Taking my finger so well. Can feel you squeezing me. Can feel how much you want this."
He curled his finger, dragging it against my front wall, searching, and when he found that spongy spot that made lightning shoot up my spine, I screamed.
"There it is." He crooned against my skin, his breath hot on my clit, his finger working that spot with practiced precision. "Found it. That's the spot, isn't it? Right there?"
"Yes—" The word came out as a scream, my back arching, my thighs trembling on either side of his head, my whole body shaking. "There—right there—oh god, Reid—please?—"
He added a second finger, stretching me gently, the slight burn giving way to pleasure as my body adjusted to the intrusion. His fingers were thick, calloused, and they rubbed against places inside me that made my vision go white, made my back arch off the bed, made sounds tear from my throat that I didn't recognize as my own.
"That's it, sweetheart." He worked that spot mercilessly, his fingers pumping, curling, pressing, his tongue flicking my clit in counterpoint, building a rhythm that had me climbing higher and higher. "That's my good girl. You're so close, aren't you? I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Feel you getting wetter. Tighter. Feel you fluttering. You're going to come for me, aren't you? Going to come all over my face. Going to let me taste it."
"I can't—" I sobbed, the pleasure too much, too intense, building and building until I thought I might shatter, might fly apart into a million pieces. "It's too much—I can't?—"
"You can." His voice was commanding, Alpha authority ringing through it, making something deep inside me submit, making my body listen even when my mind was overwhelmed. "Let go for me. I've got you. I'll catch you. Let me feel you come. Let me taste you when you fall apart."
His fingers curled again, pressing hard against that perfect spot, and his lips sealed around my clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave—my vision going white, my body seizing, his name tearing from my throat as pleasure overwhelmed everything else.
Wave after wave rolled through me, my walls clamping down on his fingers so tight I could feel my pulse around them, mywhole body convulsing with the force of it. I could feel myself gushing, more slick flooding out of me, and he groaned against me, lapping it up, swallowing every drop like it was the finest wine. He worked me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks faded, pressing soft kisses to my trembling thighs, my hip bones, my stomach, whispering words I couldn't quite make out against my skin.
His fingers slipped free and I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and oversensitive and completely undone. Every nerve in my body was singing, my skin feeling like it was on fire, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
When he crawled back up my body, his face was flushed, his lips swollen and red, his chin and cheeks glistening with my release, his dark eyes blazing with hunger barely contained. He didn't wipe his face—just let me see what I'd done to him, let me see how thoroughly he'd devoured me.
"Beautiful." He rasped, pressing kisses to my sternum, my collarbone, my throat, his voice rough with awe, his lips wet against my skin. "You're so beautiful when you come. The sounds you made. The way you tasted—god, I could live between your thighs. The way you fell apart for me." He shuddered against me, his body hard with need where it pressed against my thigh, his cock straining against his pants. "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Ever tasted. Ever felt."
I reached for him, my hands fumbling at his waistband, wanting to give him the same pleasure he'd given me, wanting to taste him the way he'd tasted me.
"Let me—" I started, my voice hoarse from screaming, my fingers clumsy as they tugged at his pants.
"Not tonight." He caught my wrists gently, bringing them to his lips, pressing soft kisses to my palms, to the insides of my wrists where my pulse fluttered, his lips warm and still dampfrom my release. His voice was strained, his body trembling with the effort of restraint, but his eyes were soft when they met mine, filled with something that looked almost like reverence. "Tonight was about you. About replacing bad memories with good ones. About making you feel safe and cherished and wanted."
