I wanted that scent surrounding me for the rest of my life.
“Alpha…” he begged.
“Are you ready for me?” I murmured from where I was kissing his collarbone.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Ok.” I shifted and knelt between his parted legs, and a growl escaped as he lifted his hips to welcome me.
I slid my cock between his cheeks several times to coat myself with his slick, then pressed my tip to his entrance.
Randy let out a soft sigh of pleasure as I started to push inside.
“You feel so good,” I growled as he opened around me.
As I’d imagined earlier, his heat along my length was gloriously contrasted by the chill air at my back.
His legs wrapped around me as I bottomed out, and I leaned in to capture his lips in another kiss while we adjusted.
A soft moan, the press of his heels against my ass as he used his body to ask me to move.
I took my omega with long, languid thrusts, allowing myself to fully feel his perfection with every movement.
Randy wrapped his arms around my neck, even as his head fell back against a camp pillow and he let out a long moan.
“Good?” I rumbled as I peppered kisses along his collarbone.
“Yes…” he breathed. “More…”
I chuckled against his skin and rocked into him every time I bottomed out—adding a tiny bit of pressure and friction that I knew he loved.
“Alpha…” he moaned.
“That’s it, Baby,” I growled against him. “Just enjoy yourself. I’ve got you.”
He clung to me, fingernails digging into my back and heels spurring me on. Soft moans and pants escaped his parted lips.
Randy was always beautiful, but became absolutely stunning when overwhelmed by pleasure.
I shifted the tiniest bit, to where I knew my cock would drag across his sweet spot with every thrust.
My sweet omega started whimpering, body trembling as the pleasure consumed him.
“Let go, Beautiful Randy,” I growled.
The simple command was enough. His back arched as he came, his hard cock pulsing between us.
I kept thrusting—prolonging his pleasure—until the pulses slowed and he slumped. It was only then that I allowed myself to come. I held myself deep as I spilled into him.
We were still connected as I came back to myself and leaned in to capture his soft lips. We exchanged several gentle kisses before I pulled out. I snagged my undershirt from where it had landed on the pile of clothes and wiped his spend from his stomach.
“Get into the sleeping bag,” I murmured. “I’ll turn off the heater, then I’ll knot you.”
“Ok,” he replied with a soft smile.
I kissed him again. “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” he hummed.
