“That’s it,” Craig murmured. He kissed my chest. “Just relax.”
I nodded, incapable of words. Every movement, each touch, they were like a beacon flare to my body, drawing all attention to where Craig was prepping me.
Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind that I was only able to communicate through gasps and moans. In fact—if the way he kept praising me was any indication—he liked it.
I was like a ship caught in a maelstrom of sensation. But rather than fight it, I allowed it to draw me in.
Because I felt safe with Craig.
I rocked against his hand as one finger became two, and I arched off the bed when he rubbed my sweet spot. His lusty growls deepened, and words of praise tumbled from his lips.
Beautiful, perfect, gorgeous… they were all words I’d heard before, but from him I actually believed them.
My movements turned erratic—desperate. I needed him harder and deeper. His fingers weren’t enough.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked with a barely-restrained growl.
“Please,” I begged with a nod.
He pulled his fingers free, and I started to turn over, but he put a hand on my hip to stop me.
“I want to watch your face,” he stated. “You can turn over when it’s time to knot you.”
I shivered and laid back. “Ok.”
He moved between my legs, then leaned in to kiss me. “Are you sure you want me to come inside you?”
Heat crawled up my cheeks. “I… I haven’t been knotted in so long. I need it.”
He smiled and kissed me again. “Ok.”
Craig knelt, and I lifted my hips to give him easy access. Then he was there, his cock pressing against my entrance.
The stretch was exquisite, but it was the way Craig took his time—making sure that I was adjusting well—that made it amazing.
Then his hips were flush against me, his cock fully seated inside. He leaned in to kiss me again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
He felt so good—soright.
He chuckled against my lips, then started thrusting.
My head fell back as pleasure exploded through me, and a long moan escaped. My fingers tightened against his back, and I dug my heels into his ass to encourage him to move.
Craig alternated long, slow thrusts that left me trembling with hard and fast ones that punched the breath from me. The changing pace interrupted the building ecstasy, turning it from frenzied need to an impending tidal wave with no chance of escape.
“You feel so good,” Craig rumbled as he moved inside. “Even better than my dreams.”
“Alpha…” I moaned.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He shifted to rest on one elbow as he thrust, then slid his free hand between us. He wrapped his fingers around my straining cock and started to stroke it at the same pace as his thrusts.
That was all it took. My back arched, and my fingernails dug into his back as I came.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he growled. “You feel so good coming around me.”
