Chapter 18 Eli #2
“Tell me what you need,” I say, my voice a bit huskier than usual.
She shifts a bit on the couch and her scent perfumes. “Do any of your showers have removable shower heads?”
I have to swallow back a growl. “They don’t, no.”
Her breath stutters. “Oh.”
My hands settle on her knees. Her scent shifts again, thickening at my touch. I love it. I rear up and let my knees touch down against the carpeted floor of my living room, and I study her face as she looks anywhere but me.
“Alley Cat,” I say softly as I ease her legs open, scooting in between them. “If I can help in any way, I will. I just need to know what I’m allowed to do.”
Her gaze snaps back to mine and her eyes are blown wide with a lust that I know has harnessed her, at least for now.
I want nothing more than to help her with it.
“I just need to take the edge off,” she whispers. “I can’t think straight.”
I slide my hands down her clothed calves. “Do you have any objections to how I help with that?”
She licks her lips and shakes her head.
“Use your words, Alley Cat,” I say as I grasp the hem of her skirt. “I need to hear it.”
Her voice is breathless. “Help me, Eli. It burns through my veins and I hate it.”
“I’ve got you,” I whisper as I slide her skirt up her legs. “Just lean back and let me do the work.”
Her scent smacks me across the face, and I’m a goner the instant her pillowy thighs come into view.
Oh, wow. She’s thick, and I love it. Her skirts hide most of it, and my hands massage her thighs as her legs spread for me.
I bend down just enough to slip her legs over my shoulders, but already I can see the apex of her inner thighs glistening with need.
I press delicate kisses along the inside of her legs, listening to her sighs.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper as I slide my tongue along the jiggly parts of her inner thigh. “Just relax.”
I suckle and nibble, learning what she enjoys. Every time she jumps, or gives me a little sound, I log that away in my memory. Her panties are damp by the time I get there, and I nudge them out of the way with my fingertips. Her pussy is damp for me, the trimmed curls sparkling with wetness.
I lave my tongue up her entire slit.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” she groans.
Her voice sends a shiver down my spine.
My cock presses heavily against my pants, aching to be buried inside of her. I palm myself, trying to get my instincts to calm down because this isn’t for me. She needs to take the edge off so she can focus. So we can enjoy our time together.
I’ll give her as many orgasms as she needs for that to happen.
“Eli,” she whispers as my tongue breaches her folds.
Her hand finds my hair as I take my glasses off. I set them on the floor in between my knees and the couch as her nails rake along my scalp. A growl bubbles up the back of my throat.
I slide my tongue through her wet folds again, prowling deeper as I lap up her slick. She tastes divine, the sweetness of her scent infiltrating every single part of her.
I love how she bucks her hips against my face.
“Oh god. Fuck. There it is, Eli. Shit.”
My tongue finally flicks across that sensitive clit of hers and she jumps. I grin as I bring my hands up, smoothing along the outsides of her thighs as I clasp them against my face.
I want to be smothered by her. Buried in her. I want to drown on her slick until I can no longer breathe.
She tastes like home.
I suckle against her clit until she’s bucking ravenously against me, coating me in slick that drips down my neck. She’s so wanton. So needy. So ready. And her sounds.
Fucking hell, I’ll never forget her sounds.
“That’s it. Right there. So good to me. So good. Christ. Eli. Please don’t stop. I want—I want—I want—”
I trace my thumb along her sopping wet entrance and she mewls for me. Her back arches, face flushed with desire, and I can’t hold back any longer. I dive into her with my tongue, swirling hard against her clit as my thumb pops into her tight entrance.
Her scent crawls across my body while she bucks.
“Eli! Yes! Oh, fuck!”
Her back arches and I lock my lips around her clit. I suck hard, my tongue darting in every direction as it tickles the tip of her mound. I replace my thumb with two of my fingers, feeling her walls collapse around me.
And when she rewards me with a squirt of her slick, I open my mouth so I can drink it all down.
When she collapses against the couch, panting for air, I set about cleaning her up. She tastes much too good to let any of this go to waste, so I lick and lave and lap until her slick is gone. I smooth her skirt back down and stand, feeling my face still glistening with her.
I don’t care.
Seeing her blissed out on my couch is a memory I’ll never forget.
“Oh, Eli,” she whispers as she tosses her arm over her face.
I smile and scoop her up. “Come on, you need a nap.”
She whines. “We’re supposed to be spending time together.”
“Who says you’re napping alone?”
She curls into me, nuzzling against the crook of my neck while I carry her down the hallway, and for a moment, everything is right. It’s a feeling I never thought I’d experience again after losing Gloria. After going through what Amber and I went through.
I hold her close, feeling the way she burrows into me. Like an Omega wanting to nest.
She can nest anywhere in my home she wishes, as far as I’m concerned.
“Here we go,” I say as I nudge the guest room door open with my hip. “We should be comfortable in here.”
She lets me place her down, but it’s not long before her hand is reaching for me.
I take her hand and kiss her knuckles before I wrap around to the other side of the bed.
She whimpers out a heartbreaking sound, and it pulls a set of words from my mouth that I’ve only ever uttered to one other Omega in my life.
“It’s all right. I’m not going anywhere.”
I toe off my shoes and pull off my shirt before slipping into bed with her. I wiggle us underneath the covers, and I hold my breath when she nestles against me. Her leg is tossed over mine, her arm around my waist. Her head nuzzles against my shoulder until her nose finds the crook of my neck.
Before it nestles it against my scent gland.
What an honor, to be part of something so beautiful.
And for the first time in a very long time, I envision my future with an Omega in it.
One that loves her cardigans, long skirts, and baked goods.