His breath hits my neck as he lets me lead his hand to my shorts. When his index finger is touching them, I let my hand fall to my head, the silent request lingering between us. His fingers flex against the skin poking out beneath the hem of my shirt, and the touch forces a tiny whine from my throat. The second the sound escapes, Kit growls into my shoulder and finally moves his hand below my waistband, then below my panties until his finger pads touch the most sensitive part of me.
“Fu—” I say on a moan, my entire body already bowing to the command of his touch. Kit groans as he feels the slick pooled there, and then his touch is gone.
A protest starts to leave my mouth before I’m suddenly turned to my back, and his body hovers over mine. His extra dose of watermelon makes my mouth water as he sears me with his gaze.
“I want to see you,” he murmurs, his thumb going to my bottom lip with a tender touch. “I want to see your reactions, hear them up close. I need it more than I needair.”
Kit pulls my top off, quickly and with precision. Then my shorts go next. I don’t even have time to react before I’m completely bare beneath him, and his eyes are trailing all over my body in the glow of my side lamp. He bites his lip, his jaw tensing.
“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” he whispers, his voice cracking with lust. I touch his chest so I can feel the strong and consistent beat of his heart against my palm.
He’s just as affected as I am, and that’s what gives me the courage to slide my hand to the back of his neck and pull him to me. It’s a slow descent, both of us nervous and trembling as our faces move closer. His eyes close on instinct, his breath so close I can breathe it in. There’s a wild drum pumping in my chestjust before our lips finally touch, and the gentle way in which we come together snaps as we bask in the new pleasure. He deepens the kiss, runs his tongue along my lip, and the second he enters my mouth, a moan falls out without my permission. My fingers thread into his hair, and his arms cage me in as he lies on top of me.
A gasp escapes my mouth as something hard brushes my bare center. My hips move on an impulse, chasing the feeling of him against me, and he responds feverishly. We move together, our hips connected and grinding, as the feeling in my stomach blossoms into something glorious. I don’t know why I ever denied this. My body is primed and ready for this omega, wanting nothing more than for us to stay conjoined. The second his cock hits my clit through his sweatpants, I am breaking the kiss and panting, desperate for any friction he can grant me.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his hips still moving over mine. His fingers move down my body and circle my clit as his mouth moves to kiss my neck. “Opal… is this okay, baby?”
I clutch the sheets in my hands, nodding and groaning at the feeling building between my legs. I thrust up into them, hearing the obscene sound of slick against his fingers. Kit kisses my nipple, biting it gently, and then goes to the other side, all while his finger lazily circles my clit. Just as I’m about to ask for more, he begins to kiss down my body, reveling in every part of it. His tongue finds every nook, every stretch mark, every freckle.
His moans follow him as he lowers, and when he finally faces my core, he doesn’t waste time. His mouth replaces his fingers as his lips descend, feasting like I’ve never been feasted on before. The heightened feeling immediately shoots through me, the nerve endings reacting with every touch of his tongue. A strangled cry escapes as his fingers find theirway inside me, curling at just the right angle to drive me crazy. When he feels me pulse around him, he moans into me, the vibrations moving around my clit, shooting energy down my spine.
“Do that again,” I sigh, my fingers moving into his hair to hold him in place. I grip him tightly and trigger another moan as he works me over with both his mouth and fingers. “Kit, I’m going to co—” I cut off into a moan as my body takes over. His touch heightens the pleasure as he hits that spot inside me with every movement, his tongue never quitting as he pulls every bit of pleasure from me. My body squeezes together, nearly suffocating him with my thighs as I arch forward and whimper until I nearly black out.
When I come back to my body, I’m sensitive everywhere. He pulls out his fingers and cleans every part of me with his tongue. Aftershocks pulse through me to the point I have to laugh and push him off, ticklish from his tiny movements. He licks his lips almost obscenely, then kisses my thighs and up my body, before claiming my lips once more. When he pulls back, there’s an almost vulnerable look in his eyes, but he’s also giddy as he holds my hand and kisses it between us.
“Was that… good?” he asks me.
I bite my lip to keep from chuckling. “Was it good?”
“Yes.”
“Kit, that was incredible.” He kisses my cheek and then pecks my lips again.
“Good. That was my first time doing that,” he tells me, and I inhale sharply as his lips quirk up at his confession. “I wanted it to be good for you.”
“Gooddoesn’t cut it,” I assure him. “I feel like a melted pile of goo right now. I could sleep, just like this.”
“We should,” he says, as he touches my forehead. Is he checking my temperature? “We should get some rest.”
“But, what about you?” I ask him, gesturing towards the very exciting thing he has going on downstairs.
“Another time.” He lies down beside me and pulls me into his body. “As long as you let me stay and sleep with you for a little bit, I don’t care one bit if you return the favor.”
I want to argue, give him just as much of a ride as he just gave me, but I yawn as a response. I guess my body actuallyisexhausted, so I nod my head and agree. “Deal.”
He kisses my forehead and I sigh happily. I know I might freak out about this tomorrow, but I don’t seem to care at the moment. My omega is content, my body is relaxed, and I’m exactly where I want to be.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Playing: “Chemtrails Over The Country Club” by Lana Del Rey
When Sam comesinto the kitchen the next morning, I already have bagel sandwiches prepared for us and coffee in our designated mugs.
“Thank you,” he tells me as we sit down. He has a happy smile on his face as he takes a sip from the lychee mug, and I can’t help admiring his features, how handsome he is, even this early in the day. His hair sits perfectly, and his white button-up looks casual with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
We sit in silence, and then a text comes up on my phone. Riley’s face shows up, his skin pink from the cold, as he waves and then shows our siblings playing in the snow. They’re covered from head to toe, their hoods lined with fur. I can barely make out our youngest sibling’s face from beneath the white fuzz, his toothy smile beaming as the others sled in thebackground. The text comes with a single question: “Is it snowing there yet?”
“Did it snow last night?” I ask.
