Axel is slow with his hand movements, his fingertips getting closer to my core as he kisses me. I can’t help when I shimmy myself closer to him, to his hand. He laughs against my mouth, which makes me smile against his lips.
“Tell me, darlin’. What do you need?” he asks, wanting me to beg for it. And God, do I want to fucking beg for it.
“Touch me,” I tell him.
“I am touchin’ you,” he replies.
“Touch my pussy,” I correct. His breathing stills and his eyes meet mine. We keep eye contact as he drags his knuckle along the seam of my panties.
“Like that?”
“More,” I breathe, begging shamelessly.
He uses the same knuckle to rub a soft circle around my clit. “Like that?” he teases. I let out a soft whine, and I watch his pupils dilate. “Does my baby need to be full?”
“Please, Axel,” I whimper.
He grabs the fabric of my panties and rolls them down my legs, pocketing the material instead of letting them hit the floor. His hands are gentle as he pushes my dress up toward my waist, my bare ass now pressed against the table.
I widen my legs for him, and he groans. He takes a moment to just stare at where I’m undoubtedly wet and ready for him. It should be uncomfortable, awkward even, but it’s not. I feel reverent and wholly cared for. Once he’s done staring, he takes a step closer to me, grabbing me roughly by the neck and bringing our lips together in a show of desperate need.
He’s still kissing me as his hand slides down my body. He teases me with his touch, not touching me where I’ve begged him to. Suddenly, his fingers glide through my obscene wetness.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans between kisses. His fingers explore more, until one slides inside of me, a second one quickly following suit.
“More,” I whine.
“Does my Omega need this sweet cunt filled up?”
“Please.”
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, our gazes meet when our faces part. He just watches me as he works me over, adding a third finger inside me and his thumb to my clit.
My hips involuntarily tilt towards his hand, my body craving more. It’s been so long since someone else touched me like this, let alone set my whole body on fire the way Axel does.
“You feelin’ greedy, darlin’?” he teases.
“Always,” I reply, sticking to the truth, which makes him smile.
“I need you to cum before I finally give you my cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
His forehead presses against mine, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, the chill of his cut cooling my warm skin.
He presses his lips against my ear before he speaks next. “You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you, baby?” I nod my head, and he nips my earlobe in response. “Then you better make a fuckin’ mess for me.”
He pushes all of his fingers except his thumb inside of me, and it’s exactly what I need; that full feeling of taking a knot. His fingers don’t fully get me there, but his thumb rubbing small circles around my clit does.
“No one else can give you this. Can they, baby? You need me to take care of this perfect pussy, don’t you?” he asks.
His words completely shatter me. His free arm circles my back, holding me up as I break apart. My thighs are trembling, and I can feel the gush of wetness around my thighs. I’m not even sure what words leave my mouth. I only know that Axel likes them by the noises he’s making.
I swear my hearing even goes out for a second. The only thing bringing me back to reality is the slow glide of Axel’s fingers leaving my body. The whine that rips out of my throat is desperate and needy, but Axel doesn’t mind as he kisses the side of my head.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect. You did so good,” he praises. I tighten my arms around his shoulders and hold him close.
“Thank you,” I say, and I swear he shivers. I pull back to look at his pretty blue eyes. “I believe I was made some hefty promises,” I joke.
He smirks and grips his belt with his slick free hand. I’m biting my lip with the excitement of seeing and feeling his dick when his phone rings.
