I pull my fingers free, leaving her slick, and crawl up her body. I brace my forearms on either side of her head, hovering over her.
"What do you need?" I brush a damp lock of hair from her sweaty forehead.
"You." She grabs my hips, her touch burning like branding irons against my skin. "I need you inside me, Oli. I want the full connection. Right now."
The raw demand in her eyes makes my heart hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I arrange the pillows so she can rest comfortably without any pressure on her six-month bump. I shift around behind her, aligning my hips with hers in a perfect spooning position.
I press my chest flush against her back, wrapping my left arm around her waist to rest my palm right over the curve of her stomach.
I nudge my thick, throbbing cock against her slick cleft.
A profound realization hits me as I tease her wet entrance with the head of my dick. This is a massive first for me. In all my years with Ross, Caleb, and Jethro, I’m almost exclusively the receiver. I’m the Omega they protect, the one they claim and knot. The idea of taking charge, of being the one to penetrate, was never part of my dynamic with the Alphas.
But with Sandra, it feels different.
There is no instinct to dominate or conquer. Slipping inside another Omega feels softer, rooted entirely in complete, mutual surrender. I slide my length forward, breaching her entrance.
Sandra lets out a stuttering breath. She pushes her hips back, taking me in. The tight, slick heat of her pussy surrounds me, squeezing the breath from my lungs. I sink deep into her channel, sliding forward until I bottom out. My pubic bone presses flush against the curve of her ass.
"Oli." She reaches back, tangling her fingers in my hair to hold me against her.
"I'm here." I press a hot kiss to her shoulder blade.
I pull my hips back and drive forward, setting a slow, deep rhythm. The friction is incredible. Her inner walls grip my cock with every thrust, milking me with a steady, desperate hunger. Iwrap my fingers tighter around her stomach, holding her secure against the force of my movements.
The sensation is overwhelming. A deep, rumbling purr starts up in the center of my chest. A second later, Sandra answers. Her own purr sparks to life, the sound bubbling up from her throat. The twin vibrations sync perfectly, resonating through the mattress and filling the quiet, sunlit bedroom.
I pick up the pace. The angle of the spooning position allows me to drive deep without striking her cervix, targeting the sensitive front wall of her pussy with every thrust.
Sandra tosses her head back against my shoulder. Her purrs turn into wrecked, broken moans. She reaches down between our bodies, finding her swollen clit. She rubs the sensitive nub in time with my thrusts, throwing the pleasure into absolute overdrive.
The friction builds into a massive, undeniable fire. Even without an Alpha’s knot to lock us together, the connection feels explosive. My cock swells, aching for release.
"Sandra," I groan, my control completely snapping. "I'm close."
"Do it," she demands, her hips bucking back to meet my thrusts with desperate force. "Come for me, Oli."
Her inner walls clamp down hard, sending a spike of pleasure straight to the base of my spine.
She hits her climax first. Her body goes rigid. The muscles of her pussy spasm around my cock, milking me with a relentless, crushing pressure. She cries out, burying her face in the pillows as the orgasm rips through her.
Her release pushes me right over the edge.
I drive my hips forward, burying myself as deep as possible. My climax tears through me in a blinding rush. I shout her name, my back arching as my hot release spills thick and fastdeep inside her core. The sheer force of the orgasm leaves me blind and deaf to the world for several long, agonizing seconds.
We ride the crash down together. The violent trembling fades into a fuzzy haze of post orgasm bliss.
I don't pull out. I stay buried deep inside her, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her back flush against my chest. Her purr is a soft, steady hum against my skin now.
I press my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine mixed with honeysuckle.
"That was perfect," Sandra whispers, her voice thick with sleep.
"It was." I press a kiss to her damp skin.
I trace the curve of her bump, feeling the baby shift lazily inside. A profound sense of completeness washes over me. For years, I worried my medical condition made me a broken Omega.
I worried I could never give my Alphas the family they deserved. But lying here, tangled in the sheets with the woman who gave us everything, I realize the truth.
