“What can I do?”
She licks her lips and looks at me softly. Her blonde hair in a bun at the top of her head bounces when she slides up. “Maybe... It could be like that night when I snuck you into my mom’s house?” I like this idea, but I like the idea of tasting her more. I’ve missed her taste, her slick, how wet she gets for me.
“Can I go down on you?” I make a note to ask her what she wants from now on, not taking charge like I used to. I need to tread carefully with Charlotte, so I don’t spook her. “You don’t have to touch me tonight. I just need to show you how much I’ve missed you.”
She bites her bottom lip and nods. I know the smile on my face must be ridiculous as Charlotte lies back, and I’m back to kissing her neck. “Fucking missed this scent. How wet my girl gets for me, how good she is for her Alpha.” My words have her moaning and I haven’t even touched her pussy yet. “I couldn’t even eat pancakes with syrup because it made me think about eating your sweet, little cunt.” She wiggles under my body, her nails gently sliding over my chest as I lean forward and kiss her again. It’s messy, sloppy, and wild. Like both of us are throwing everything into the kiss, our regrets, frustrations, and missed time with each other.
“Anders,” she sighs, and it goes straight to my dick. I didn’t come over here to do anything physical, but I can’t help myself.
I work my way down her body, doing like I wanted to earlier and kissing her breasts through the fabric of her tank top, the wetness of my mouth making the material see-through and her pink nipples presented to me. I hum as I kiss her chest and take in the feel and weight of her breasts. “So fucking perfect,” I say between alternating from one side to another. Her fingers are laced in my hair, and her nails are gently scratching my scalp, making me groan. I look up at her, not wanting the shirt between us anymore. She knows what I’m going to ask and nods her head before the words even come out. My thumbs pull the material from her stomach and push it up to her chin. Her tits bounce as she helps me move the offensive material.
I kiss her stomach before moving back to her chest. I use both of my hands to push her tits together, licking, sucking, and kissing each one. Charlotte keens beneath me, her thigh pushing against my hard cock, and she pushes her chest closer to my face.
“Mmm, still so greedy for your Alpha’s touch, that hasn’t changed.” That has her moaning. It’s clear she needs to be reminded of how special she is, and I make a note to do it as often as possible.
“Please,” she begs as I take my sweet time giving her breasts all the attention. I always loved when she begged.
“What do you need,Kulta?” I drag my hand from her left side over her stomach until I’m cupping her pussy from the outside of her shorts—which are completely drenched. “You need my mouth on this needy pussy? Is that what you need, little Omega?”
“Yes, Anders, please.”
“Always so sweet,” I praise her as my kisses go lower and lower. My tongue swipes out each time to reverently taste her skin. I fucking missed this—missed her—so much.
Charlotte lifts her hips eagerly as I slide her shorts off her thighs and calves and toss them onto the floor. Her scent of arousal is magnetizing and sweet, and all I want is to give her pleasure and remind her of how precious she is to me. I take my time though, kissing her thigh and licking the trail of slick back to her needy pussy.
“Please. God. Anders, don’t tease.”
I smile against her thigh and put my face where she wants me,where I want me. I swipe my tongue through her wetness and moan. Nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, is as good as tasting your scent match. Not being able to contain myself, I push down my sweatpants and cover my hand with her slick before bringing it down to my cock. I stroke myself lazily as I reacquaint myself with my scent match’s pussy.
She’s so fucking wet that her slick trails down my fingers as I fuck her, and I know my chin is wet from sucking on her clit. Her hips thrust against my face, and I take a moment to look up at her. She isn’t looking at my face, but watching me touch myself as I eat her out. It makes me want to please her even more.
I suck on her clit hard, and she whimpers, her eyes shutting as she throws her head back against the pillows, but she continues to rub against my face. Her pussy is clenching against my two fingers, and I know she’s close; so am I, watching her writhe for me, her hand in my hair, that she likes watching me touch myself. But her sweet taste on my tongue is what has me on the edge. She moans loudly as I flick my tongue over her clit at a rapid pace and curl my fingers inside of her warm, needy heat.
“Oh, Alpha. Right there.” I groan against her and keep up the same motions. My fist is tight on my cock, and my knot is heavy as I stroke myself. When her thighs shake and her back arches off the bed, that’s when I finish, spurting cum over her sheets while she uses me and comes on my face.
We’re both panting when I rise up on my elbows and climb on top of her.
“Fuck,” she says breathlessly. With no thought, I kiss her with her taste on my tongue, but she doesn’t care. She’s always liked that.
My hands are in her messy bun cradling her face when I look at her, and it’s the most at ease I’ve seen her all night. I kiss her forehead before leaning mine against hers.
“No more fighting this?” I ask, needing to make sure that she isn’t going to run off again.
She shakes her head. “No, no more fighting.”
I don’t care that the bed is a mess or that we’re both covered in slick and there’s a cum puddle somewhere on the bed.
“We have a string of away games coming up.” She swallows but nods. I can tell she’s nervous, and I make a mental note to contact her as much as I can while we’re away. “Once we get back, maybe you can come over, and we can make you dinner.” A small laugh escapes her, and she covers her mouth. “What?” I ask, poking her side.
“What is it exactly that you all will be cooking?” I grin back at her, loving seeing this playful side of her again.
“Okay, more like ordering food and having it brought to the house.”
“I’d like that,” she says, leaning over and kissing me. It’s a relief to have her make a move first, and I sigh contentedly.
“You’re still going to stay the night?” she asks sheepishly.
“Of course I am.” I tug her close to me, my chest rumbling, and Charlotte burrows against me. “Nothing could make me leave this bed right now.”
