“We have a few hours in here,” he says against my neck like a dark promise. “And I’m planning to spend every single minute of it with me buried deep inside you. Making you come over and over until you can’t tell where you end and I begin and you forget your own name. And then, when you absolutely can’t take any more, when you’re crying and begging and completely destroyed, I’ll knot you. Stretch you so thoroughly you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
“How could I ever forget you?” I tease breathlessly, even as I’m whimpering at his touch, at his words painting vivid pictures in my mind.
He starts moving me on him. Not thrusting yet, just rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles, and the sensation is too much. The water swishes and sloshes around us with the movement, creating small waves that lap against the sides of the tub.
“Tell me something,” he says, his voice dropping even lower, rougher. “Do you have toys, Anita? Things you use when you’re alone in your apartment and desperate for release? When you’re listening to my audiobooks in the dark?”
I flush hot all over, heat spreading from my cheeks down to my neck. “I… maybe.”
“I want details. Specific details.” He moves me faster now, his hips starting to thrust up slightly, and I gasp at the increased sensation.
“Just… the usual things,” I say. “Nothing crazy or exotic.”
“Defineusualfor me.” His fingers on my clit increase their pressure, circling faster, more deliberately.
“God, Slater?—”
“Tell me.” It’s a command now, firm and unyielding.
“A vibrator,” I admit, too embarrassed and too turned on to fight him. “And… and a plug. Just a small one.”
He groans deeply, and I feel his cock twitch violently inside me. “Fuck. I want to use them on you. Want to watch you wear that plug while I take you from behind. To hold that vibrator against your clit while I’m buried inside you until you’re screaming my name and begging me to stop.”
“You’re going to completely destroy me,” I moan, feeling myself climbing again impossibly fast. “I’m already so turned on I can barely think straight.”
“Good,” he growls directly in my ear, and I clench around his cock involuntarily, my body responding to that dark tone.
He notices immediately. Of course he does. “Hear that?” His voice is full of masculine satisfaction. “That purring sound you just made? That’s you as an Omega responding to your Alpha. To me. So damn beautiful. I fit inside you perfectly, and you keep squeezing me like that, so tight and hot, I’m going to lose every bit of control I have left.”
“Excellent,” I manage to sass back, even though I’m gasping for air, even though I can barely form coherent words.
He responds by thrusting harder, deeper, his hand plucking and rolling my nipple between his fingers while his other hand works between my legs with expert, devastating precision.
I know I’m close. Can feel the orgasm building fast and inevitably, coiling tight in my spine.
“That’s it,” he urges roughly. “Come for me again. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me you’re mine.”
He thrusts particularly hard, hitting something deep inside me that turns my vision white, and I completely lose it. I scream, the sound echoing off the stone walls, my whole body convulsing violently around him.
“Fuck me,” he hisses sharply. “Squeeze me just like that, beautiful. That’s it. Milk my cock exactly like that. God, you’re absolutely perfect.”
I’m convulsing so hard I think I might actually pass out from the intensity. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.
And he’s still inside me, still impossibly hard, not releasing me from this overwhelming fullness.
“I’ve got so much more to give you,” he whispers against my ear. “We’re just getting started.”
“You have so much energy,” I gasp, trying desperately to catch my breath as he continues moving me on him, not giving me time to fully recover. “How is that even possible?”
He lifts me off him, and I whimper at the sudden loss of his cock, at the emptiness. But then he’s turning me around with strong hands, repositioning me to face him.
“I want to see your face clearly when I make you come again. Want to watch your eyes when you fall apart.”
I climb onto his lap, facing him now, legs trembling, breathless and overwhelmed. “You’re insatiable.”
“You have no idea.” His hands grip my hips firmly, possessively. “I have to make up for all those years I waited for you to enter my life. All that time I spent completely alone, thinking I’d never find this. Never find you. I’m not wasting a single moment now that I have you.”
I open my mouth to respond, to say something teasing or sweet, but his hands are already guiding me down onto him again, and whatever I was going to say dissolves into a long moan.
