The back of my hand brushed against his hard cock, just enough for him to breathe out a sharp breath.
Green it was, then, for something I hadn’t been able to see under all the bubbles.
I wondered if he’d ask me to help him with his issues. I wondered how far I could push it before he colored yellow.
Neither of those options were the best to play with yet. There wasn’t enough trust between the two of us to test the limits that I was so tempted to cross.
Heck, we haven’t even kissed on the lips.
All of a sudden, there were a million things I wanted to do with Charlie. I wanted to tease him for hours on end. I wanted to be wrapped in his heat while I made sweet love to him. I wanted him inme. I wanted him to control my limits as much as I did his.
My cock agreed on all of it and more.
“Charlie?”
He slowly blinked his eyes open as I gently moved the cloth between his cheeks. His pupils were wide.
“Has anyone ever kissed you on your lips?”
It was one of the few things that weren’t on the lists. I never thought to put it on there, because it wasn’t something I wanted to share with anyone else.
“No.” He gently shook his head back and forth.
“So I’ll be the first?” and only. No one would ever take my spot to be his Alpha.
“Yes, Sir.”
My chest grew warm hearing those words.
I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I leaned over the edge of the tub, not caring that water soaked into my shirt.
Charlie’s eyes met mine, wide, uncertain, but he didn’t move away.
I lowered my lips to his.
He froze for a breath. Then softened. His mouth was warm, familiar in a way that made my chest ache. He tasted like something I hadn’t realized I missed—sweet and steady, like home.
I pressed closer, letting my tongue brush his lower lip in silent request.
He parted for me, just enough. Tentative. Trusting.
His own tongue met mine, shy but willing.
Need surged through me, sharp and sudden, but I didn’t push.
Charlie’s arms came up around my shoulders, not to pull, not to guide. Just to hold. And when he began to take over the kiss, slow and sure, I let him.
Because this was his choice. And I wanted him to feel it.
He hummed, opening more to explore whatever I was willing to offer him.
I’d kissed others before, but none of them were as consuming as this kiss from an Omega.
When my lungs ached with need for air, I pulled back. I peppered smaller kisses around his lips, craving more.
I had a feeling that it would become the norm with this Omega. I’d always want more, as nothing would be enough. Not when it was given so freely.
“Can we add kisses to the daily schedule, please?”
