He’s on me immediately, crawling over me and bringing his mouth to mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited,” he whispers against my lips. “I thought—I thought it would never happen. But I was justwaitingfor you.”
His hand reaches between my legs, and when he feels how soaked my panties are, he hisses.
“This all for me, sweetheart?” he whispers, tugging at the fabric. I lift my hips and he helps me tug them off, the cool air hitting my bare cunt.
I can only moan in reply, my head spinning with the knowledge that I have a scent match, and it’sIvan.
Ivan, whom I’ve adored since the first day I met him.
Who treats animals with compassion and is the first to lend a hand when someone needs it.
And who knows exactly how to find my clit without even looking.
When his thumb brushes the spot, I arch my back and cry out while he chuckles weakly. “Right there?” he confirms, rubbing slow circles with his thumb, keeping his focus on my face.
My nipples ache against the fabric of my nightgown, sticking out through the dark fabric. His eyes fall to my breasts, and with a pleased hum, he takes one into his mouth.
I let out a tortured sound as slick pours out of me and onto his hand while he sucks on my tits.
“Can’t believe these are mine,” he breathes, switching between nipples. “The perfect size, too. So perky and soft.”
His thumb increases its pace, still drawing little circles on my clit, creating a deep, delicious pleasure in my core.
“I want your knot,” I beg him. “This won’t be enough.”
“Just one,” he whispers. “Just one like this, first. Please. I need to watch you come like this.”
“I can’t,” I breathe, squirming.
“You can. Youcan,” he insists. The pleasure continues to build, all due to the perfect pace of his thumb on my clit. “You feel like silk, baby. Your pussy feels likesilk.”
“Oh,” I gasp, and his mouth goes back to my tits, sucking a nipple harshly into his mouth. He hums in delight at my moans, and groans when my hands fly to his hair to run my fingers through it.
It’s only once I start to whimper that he pushes two fingers inside me slowly, filling me up while his thumb still works at my clit.
“I have to get you ready for me,” he murmurs. “You can barely take two of my fingers. How can you take a knot, gorgeous?”
He keeps his pace the same, pushing his fingers in and out, pressing against a delicious sensitive spot inside of me while my clit receives all the attention it deserves.
When Ivan pushes in a third finger and I scream, I realize he was right.
Icanfinish like this.
With a soft grunt, I clench down on his fingers, slick gushing out of me and soaking his hand.
“There you go,” he whispers, pleased. “There you go, soak me,Omega.”
His thumb and fingers don’t stop their work, keeping those perfect, even motions that make me sob.
My cunt clamps down on him so hard that it takes a moment for him to pull his fingers out of me, and when he does, they’re glistening and sticky with my slick.
Ivan, without shame, puts all three in his mouth, closing his eyes moaning around the taste.
“You’re sweeter than I could have imagined,” he says, then turns to kiss me, careful to keep his wet hand away from my face.
I taste sugar on his tongue while my cunt aches for more.
My scent match is in my nest, and he hasn’t knotted me yet.
