“Hardly, but I wouldn’t have taken you here,” he says, brushing his thumbs over my skin. He keeps hold of my ass with one hand and brings the other between us, teasing my swollen nub. “Kiss me.”
My heart thumps erratically, and I plant my hands on his shoulders, leaning up to kiss him. He’s tender and less bossy than he was before. It’s almost like he’s pouring his apology into the meeting of our mouths, but that’s silly.
Everything starts to feelreallygood.
How hard he is.
The stretch.
Being so full.
The way his tongue teases mine.
All of it is amazing.
“Breathe in my pheromones. They should help. Once you’re ready, see what you like,” he says softly as he pulls back. “Rise and fall on your knees. Swivel your hips. Grind. Test them all and see what feels best.” The tender, reassuring side of Moretti isn’t one I’m familiar with, and I like it.
He pulls me up his length, using the hand on my ass.
The slide of him inside me makes me moan as I push my lips to his once more. It doesn’t take long until I’m brave enough to really try to ride him, and he doesn’t complain or try to rush me. He’s calm and sturdy, and I really appreciate him not freaking out on me or trying to leave.
That would have broken me.
His fingers dig into my ass, and his muscles bulge. It probably really sucks for him. He was expecting hot and dirty, and he got slow and sweet.
I clench around him, and he jumps inside me, growling. I’m not sure how much of him I’m taking, but I haven’t felt his knot brush my lower lips. That probably means he has a fair amount of dick left.
Growing braver, I practice swiveling my hips as his crown bumps the bottom of my pussy. It feels indescribable, and I suck down deep hits of his pheromones between kisses.
My pleasure builds, slow and steady.
My cheek comes to rest against his as I fall over him, chasing my orgasm. Even the way my tits bounce seems to heighten the experience.
“You’re such a good girl,” Moretti coos. “Warm and wet and so tight it’s almost painful, but it’s so fucking good.” Every descent of my hips forces more of him inside me, and we’re both covered in my slick. He pulls his hand off my ass, weaving it into my hair. The move leaves his forearm resting against my back, and even that small change helps me relax. “That’s it, wife. Use me.”
Hearing him call me his wife while he’s buried inside me is addictive.
My instincts want to taunt him into biting me, but rationally, I understand that’s not something to be rushed.
Unbonded omegas will always be more vulnerable than omegas with a pack. It’s simple biology, and from an evolutionary standpoint, it makes perfect sense why my system would crave his bite.
I wish he would toss me down and completely cage me in, but feeling him cradle my scalp helps.
My insides get melty, and a light buzz takes over.
It’s all so intense that I have trouble focusing.
Everything else in the world disappears until it’s just me and Emory.
My nipples bead, and my pleasure coils tighter until I’m teetering right on the edge.
Moretti’s forearm presses against my back, and he growls. “Come for me, Vanessa.”
He plants his feet on the floor, bucking up into me as I freeze.
My pussy locks down on his length, rippling like it’s searching for a knot. Embarrassing sounds spill from my lips as he ruts into me, his crown slapping into my G-spot with each thrust.
My face falls to rest in his neck, and I sob a mostly incoherent plea for him to bite me.
