Obviously, it wouldn’t all be about the sex; she’d need us to take care of her, but would we know what to do? Dem and Lukas seemed to have the most knowledge about omegas, but none of us had any real experience to use here. I guess we’d all be learning together, which sounded kind of nice, to be honest.
“What are you thinking about?” Ivy asked me. She was looking at me curiously with a small smile on her lips.
“Nothing, just sad we’ve only two shows left,” I said, gesturing to her to come sit on my lap. “I’ll miss this little duet of ours.”
“The one you hated last year?” she laughed as she joined me and snuggled against my chest.
“Yeah, that one,” I chuckled as I inhaled her scent. Definitely sweeter again today. Her usual rosewater and white chocolate scent smelled somehow even better than before. Once she’d moved into our house, I’d slowly gotten used to it not impacting me as much. Today, however, that raw hunger was starting to return, and my arousal for her was growing as she sat on my lap.
“I know what you mean. I’m going to miss this duet too. Maybe it can be our quick number to use when we need a short piece,” she said as she snuggled more into my chest.
More of her delicious scent hit my nose as my chest purred with delight.
Surprised, Ivy looked up at me with a smile. “Are you purring?”
I buried my nose in her neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell amazing today, I can’t help it.” My tongue gently licked her.
She giggled at my response. “I’m all sweaty and gross from class on stage. How can you lick me?”
“Sweaty? Yes. Gross? No way,” I said as I inhaled more of her scent.
“Preston!” she exclaimed as my hands slowly pivoted her toward me, then moved up her back. “You'd better stop, or this is going to lead to something.”
“I hope that’s a promise,” I said as I claimed her mouth with a kiss. She repositioned herself to straddle my lap as her hands reached down to find me hard for her.
“We need to be quick,” she whispered between my kisses. Soft little moans escaped from her mouth, driving me wild. I wanted this to be anything but quick with her.
My hands reached up to her leotard straps and slowly slid them off, exposing her beautiful breasts. “You needed to take this off anyway, right?” I asked as I pulled my own dance shirt off. Her hands found my chest and explored up and down my pecks, pulling more soft purrs out of me.
“I don’t need these tights either,” she smiled seductively at me as her tights dropped down to the floor. I slid out of my sweats and dance belt quickly, repositioning myself on the chair for her. She looked so beautiful standing in front of me, naked and wanting.
I took her hand and helped her onto me as she straddled my thighs. Moving my hands to her hips, I slowly guided her down on me, as the amazing sensation of being inside her filled my being.
“Yes, love,” I whispered to her as my hands helped her rock against me. “How did I get to be such a lucky man?”
She arched her back as she rested her hands on my knees. “I’m the lucky one here, I’ve got my prince who loves and cherishes me.”
“You know it.” My hands reached for her breasts, so soft yet firm against my palms. A strong desire to take her nipple overcame me as I leaned forward and slowly circled one with my tongue. She moaned softly again as her rocking picked up speed.
“Oh Preston, fuck being fast. Knot me,” she gasped, arching her pelvis closer to me.
“Do we have time? Lord knows I want to,” I replied, groaning against her breast. I hadn’t had a chance to knot her yet, but I desperately wanted to. I wanted to give her everything I had all the time.
“Forty minutes, better hurry,” she said, rocking harder against my lap.
My hands quickly reached for her hips, working to reposition my knot to enter her. I’d never done this before, but I’d heard it wasn’t always easy to enter an omega.
Much to my surprise though, my knot slipped right in. The intensity of my break was insane; my head dropped to her shoulder as I closed my eyes, trying my absolute best not to cry out in bliss. Ivy’s hand was covering her mouth as the sweetest moans left her. My arms wrapped around her, holding her in place against me, enjoying that ripple of pleasure I felt coursing through her body. Her scent had exploded in the room, like a drug forcing my worship to her.
Knotting Ivy felt like finding my long, lost princess hidden away from me in a tower. Her body was mine to cherish andworship, and the love we shared was absolute; I would always be there for her. The feel of her body against me was everything, and this climax stretched on and on for us.
Her climax slowly came to an end as she snuggled against my chest. My heart felt so full just holding her in this chair, sweat covering our bodies as we remained joined together.
Thirty Five Minutes—the loudspeaker interrupted, reminding us that we still had a job to do.
We both looked at each other, letting out a small laugh. Okay, the timing of knotting her probably could have been better.
“The lock should relax in about ten minutes,” she said, rubbing her cheek against mine.
