I wanted to make tonight special.
She’d mentioned in passing her favorite childhood movie. A vibrant old animated film about a teeny tiny omega going on a big adventure and falling in love with a fairy alpha prince.
I vaguely remember it. I think my sister, Valencia, may have watched it once or twice growing up, but younger me preferred movies with more action and less romance.
My omega sings along with each song. I love her little laughs at each comedic scene, listening to the melody she hums softly, twirling a piece of her hair between my fingers.
Midway through the movie, she hunches over, letting out a small groan. Alarm bells ring in my head. I rub her back in soft circles, which seems to help a bit, the movie forgotten. After a few minutes, she sits back up with a frown. “I’m okay, it's only my stupid faux heat.”
“Can I do anything for you?” I ask, but she shakes her head.
This is reminding me of our last date, when she ran off with no plans to ever see me again. A deep sigh slips out of me when she curls up against me again. As the third act begins, I don’t pay much attention to the movie, instead focusing on how perfectly she fits in my arms and the feeling of her head on my chest, blackberry scent drawing me in. She’s so peaceful there, enjoying the movie. I puff up a little bit with pride at how much happiness this date has brought her.
When the movie is nearly over, she sits up and faces me.Her full lips are a little shiny from the butter and I automatically lean down to lick it off.
“This has been one of the best dates I’ve ever been on,” she says sincerely, glancing back at the screen for a moment before turning back to me, a sly smile spreading across her face. My dick begins to harden, and I match her mischievous grin. “What did you have in mind, little omega?”
She reaches for my belt buckle, undoing it, and her soft hand wraps around me with a tantalizing touch. My brain sputters out. The warmth of her mixes with the anticipation of our pleasure. She stands, towering over me as she pulls out my throbbing dick, the cool air touching the tip sending a shudder down my spine.
This omega is so damn perfect.
She moves to sink to the ground, but I toss one of the folded blankets beneath her before she gets to the floor. “You’re too precious to hurt your knees.”
“Oh,” she whispers, hand still pumping me, “such a gentleman.”
I nod, pleased at her praise. It’s the final thing she says before she leans down and takes me in her mouth. I hiss at the contact. Her warm mouth and eager tongue are perfection.
I’m in awe of her.
I sink my hands into her hair, wrapping it around my fist, pulling her hair back. She releases me with a soft pop, looking up with lust-filled eyes.
“I’m getting wet just thinking about sucking your cock.”
My omega smiles when my eyes widen in response, holding eye contact with me as her tongue reaches the base of my dick and she drags her tongue all the way to the tip. Those slow torturous licks have my hips bucking.
She takes me back into her mouth, pulling me deeper anddeeper with each pump, till the tip of my dick kisses the back of her throat.
It’s too much, the sensation of it all, having her full attention. She returns to the top of my dick and keeps sucking, her hand working in perfect harmony with those pretty pink lips. I think I might go mad from it. On her knees before me in this movie theater might be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
“I need you, please,” I beg.
She laughs, standing up to slip off her shorts and throwing that see-through shirt off herself before straddling me.
“Wait, let me prep—” I exclaim but she ignores me, sitting down on me in one motion. Her eyes go wide and she takes fast little breaths before slowly moving her hips up and down. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she says, bouncing on my throbbing dick, setting a demanding pace, slick slapping against my lap. Her breasts sway in my face, still confined in her bathing suit top.
We can’t have that.
I slide my hands up her stomach, pushing up the thin material, quickly leaning in to suck on one of her nipples. I thrust my hips up into her, drowning in the pleasure of her on top of me, her pussy so tight around me. Her eyes are closed, enjoying this as much as I am. I hold on to her waist, helping to lift her after each thrust of her hips, a bead of sweat falling down her face, but she’s doing too much of the work and I can’t have that.
I stand and she slips free, letting me set her down, eyes flashing open with curiosity. “Turn around for me, omega.”
She does and she leans over the plush red seat ahead of us.
I can’t get enough of her.
“Yes, like that.” I stroke myself one time before sliding back into her hot, dripping slit. She whimpers and lifts her leftthigh, placing her knee on top of the other chair in front of her. We moan at the same time at this new angle.
