“I think that sounds fair,” she decides.
I get the feeling that Silva doesn’t bend easily. This isn’t even her bending, simply agreeing to let me rock her world. I’ll get nothing in return, other than the flavor of her slick coating my tongue when she orgasms, and I’m perfectly alright with this.
Anything else, I’ll have to earn.
“Glad to hear it,” I murmur, shoving her thighs further open to accommodate my frame. At this point, they’re almost pinned against the wall of the island, and Silva curls her fingers over the edge of the counter as she looks down at me.
Game on, Little Omega.
Opening my mouth, I suck on her arousal, my tongue sliding along her pussy as she whimpers. Her thighs quiver, and I shake my head.
“Keep it together,” I growl against her sensitive skin, enjoying the way she shivers.
My fingers leave slight indentations along her thighs, and I groan as her slick fills my mouth.
“Stop…teasing,” she whines, her chest heaving as I carefully ignore her clit.
Instead, I push my tongue inside her entrance, eating up her delicious cherry flavor. Her fingers yanks out the hair tie to my man bun, and it falls around my shoulders before she fists it to pull me closer.
“Don’t be greedy,” I say, my words mumbled and only half understandable. “Take what I give you.”
Silva gasps and begins to rub her pussy over my mouth, a clear example of someone who isn’t patient. I love that she’s unraveling, so much so that I move up to her clit to suck hard on it. She’s been edged long enough that she comes immediately, and I have to lift her up to lay her down on the counter as her knees buckle.
I milk her orgasm by continuing to suck on her clit, not wanting to slide my fingers inside her pussy in case that’s a trigger for her. I’ve completed a lot of psych courses while I worked with the government, and this is something I distinctly remember about traumatic experiences.
I was an asshole to her at the bar, and I don’t want to repeat that.
Glancing up at her I can see that her stomach is bare, and I can feel her slick clinging to my beard.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I rumble, smirking.
“Good morning to you,” she says, her breathing choppy. “Shit, I’m still holding onto your hair.”
“Feel free to tug on it when I’m eating your pussy anytime,” I chuckle, helping her stiff fingers open as she lays on the counter.
“Oh, I don’t know if there will be a repeat performance,” she teases.
At least I hope she is.
“I see an omega who is a puddle of goo,” I reply. “I think it needs to happen again if you’re this relaxed after coming on my face.”
Smirking, she shrugs as she gathers the will to push herself onto her elbows. Oh, she’s ready to get down to brass tacks, I see.
“Isidro needs to have a heat, and news reports are calling for snow by next weekend for Halloween. Pretend to get kicked out earlier and stay with me,” Silva says.
“What about the rest of our team?” I ask, tickled pink that she’s this concerned about Isidro.
I’m a manipulative asshole. I’ll admit it. I am absolutely willing to use our current situation to get closer to Silva.
“They can figure it out,” she shrugs. “I refuse to have a full house of alphas. Besides, they don’t know Isidro is an omega, which means they’re not invited.”
Damn do I want to kiss her.
Sobering, I nod to show that I understand what she’s saying.
“Thank you,” I tell her. “Izzy is currently hyper fixated on finishing the painting on your house. He’ll refuse to get off his meds before that.”
“He’s adorable and also a pain in my ass,” she sighs, hopping off the island as I step back. “Go help him, and keep him off my roof! I’m going to shower and then head out to the grocery store.”
