He follows, increasing the pressure of his tongue while sliding a finger inside me, followed by a second, curving upward to find the sensitive spot deep inside and massaging it until my vision blurs at the edges.
“There,” I gasp as stars explode behind my eyelids. “Right there.”
The dual sensations of his mouth on my clit and his fingers stroking inside me push me toward the edge. My thighs begin to tremble, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers as the pressure builds to an unbearable peak.
When release comes, it washes through me in waves that turn my bones to liquid, my back arching off the bed as pleasure radiates outward from my center. Jared doesn’t stop, drawing out my orgasm with relentless attention until the sensationborders on too much, my hand pushing weakly at his shoulder in surrender.
With a final kiss to my inner thigh, he pulls away to crawl up my body. His cock slides through my slick folds as he positions himself above me, the hard length of him hot against my sensitive flesh.
His eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with desire, his breathing as ragged as my own. “What do you want?”
The question, always the question, reminds me how different he is from Auren, who took what he wanted without asking. Jared waits, poised above me, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
I reach between us to guide him to my entrance, my other hand cupping his jaw. “You, inside me.”
The first push of his cock stretches me in the most delicious way, my body already relaxed and ready from his earlier attention. He sinks into me inch by inch, both of us groaning at the sensation of being joined. Once fully seated, he stills, his forehead coming to rest on mine while our breaths mingle.
“Move,” I urge, rolling my hips upward.
Jared withdraws until his tip sits at my entrance before thrusting back in, each stroke hitting perfectly, the angle allowing him to grind against my clit with every forward movement.
His purr starts again, the rumbling vibration traveling through his chest to where our bodies join, and my inner muscles clench around his cock in response.
“Fuck, Em,” he groans, his rhythm breaking for a beat before surging back, stronger. “You feel so good.”
The praise washes over me, fueling my desire as I match his movements, lifting my hips to meet each thrust. My fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks that will fade bymorning. His mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear before moving to my shoulder.
The familiar pressure begins building again, my second orgasm approaching faster than the first. Jared’s thrusts become more forceful, the controlled pace giving way to more urgency. His hands grip my hips, angling me to take him deeper.
“I want to knot you tonight,” Jared whispers into my ear, rough with desire as he continues thrusting into me.
The words send a fresh wave of heat through my body, tightening my muscles around him. We’ve done this before, but not often. Being locked together takes time and space we don’t always have. Tonight, with no early morning obligations and in the privacy of our home, the possibility unfurls between us.
“Yes,” I breathe, turning my head to catch his mouth with mine.
His lips curve, and he shifts, withdrawing before sinking back in with excruciating slowness.
He withdraws again and reaches for the drawer in our bedside table, retrieving a bottle of lubricant, and my pulse quickens with anticipation.
With a groan, he pulls all the way out. “Roll over.”
Pulse racing, I turn onto my stomach and rise to my hands and knees. The position leaves me open, every inch on display, but Jared’s palm settling on my lower back grounds me. I hear the snap of the cap, followed by the sound of him slicking his shaft with the lubricant.
“Still okay?” he checks, one hand coming to rest on my hip.
I push back toward him in invitation. “More than okay.”
His blunt head notches at my entrance again, the additional lubricant easing his way as he slides inside in one long, smooth motion. The angle from behind lets him penetrate deeper, and I drop from my hands to my forearms, changing the position to take him all the way.
Jared groans at the adjustment, his fingers tightening on my hips. His thrusts build, pleasure spiraling outward from where we’re joined. Each forward movement drives him deeper, his pelvis grinding into me in a way that sends sparks shooting up my spine.
The first hint of his knot forms, the base of his shaft beginning to swell with each thrust. The sensation draws a moan from me as my body prepares for what comes next.
“Soon,” Jared pants, one hand sliding around to find my clit. His fingers circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, applying enough pressure to make my thighs tremble. “Want you to come first.”
The dual stimulation of him buried inside me and his fingers working my clit builds the pressure. My inner walls pulse, drawing another groan from deep in his chest. The sound vibrates through both our bodies, his Alpha purr rumbling in response to my pleasure.
When his knot begins to swell in earnest, the stretch burns at first, a delicious, consuming heat that hovers at the edge of discomfort before yielding to intense fullness. Jared’s movements become shorter, more shallow, the growing knot limiting how far he can withdraw.
