Chapter 13 New Experiences #2
As I trace the curve of her waist, my fingers brush the thick waistband of her maternity leggings. The casual contact sparks a sudden, intense desire low in my stomach. I trace the line of her thigh right over the dark fabric, my touch lightening from a firm massage to a slow, agonizing caress.
She shifts her hips back against my knees, parting her legs just a fraction. The message is clear. The clothes are a barrier we no longer want.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. I slide them down her legs, taking her cotton panties with them, and toss the garments off the side of the bed. The warmth radiating off her bare skin demands full contact.
I stand up next to the bed, stripping my paint-splattered t-shirt off in one fluid motion. I kick off my jeans and step out of my boxer briefs, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
I crawl back into the center of the nest. The slick oil on her body transfers to mine as I settle close behind her again, sliding our skin together in a perfect, frictionless glide.
I lean down, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the line of her spine.
I drag my teeth over her skin, feeling her shiver in response.
I slide my right hand up her side, tracing her ribs before reaching around to cup her heavy breast. Her nipple hardens against my palm.
I roll the sensitive peak between my thumb and forefinger, slick with the remnants of the massage oil.
Sandra gasps, arching her back to press her spine flush against my chest. Her purr turns louder, vibrating through the mattress.
"Oli," she breathes, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. Her dark eyes are blown wide, the pupils swallowing the irises. The pure lust shining in her expression breaks my last shred of restraint.
I pull her flush against me, wrapping my arm around her waist. I lean in, capturing her lips. The kiss is slow, deep, and consuming. She tastes like herbal tea and pure, unmistakable desire.
The kiss deepens, our tongues tangling in a slow, messy slide of heat and slick friction.
I drag my hand from her breast down the curve of her stomach, mindful of the baby, before letting my fingers trace the sensitive dip of her navel.
Sandra arches into my touch, her breath hitching against my mouth.
I pull back, leaving her lips shiny and flushed. The jasmine scent pouring off her turns intoxicating, thick with arousal.
I shift my position, moving down the mattress. I guide her gently onto her back, wedging a thick memory-foam pillow under her right hip to keep the pressure off her. She settles into the incline; her legs falling open for me without a single trace of hesitation.
I settle between her parted thighs. The sight of her unravels my control. Her chest heaves, her skin gleaming with the massage oil. The slick, swollen folds of her pussy glisten in the dim light of the bedroom. She’s dripping for me, her body primed and ready.
With my hands braced against the mattress beside her hips, I lean down. I part her slick folds with my nose, my hot breath hitting her sensitive skin before I press a single, reverent kiss over her slick center. I mold my lips to her damp heat and suck on her swollen folds.
Sandra lets out a shuddering, high cry. Her fingers dig into the heavy comforter beneath her.
I trace the slick outer lips with my tongue, moving with agonizing slowness.
I lap at the wetness pooling there, tasting the sweet, distinct flavor of her arousal.
I push my tongue deep into her opening then drag it upward in one long, firm stroke to find the swollen bundle of nerves.
I lock my mouth over her clit, applying steady, relentless suction.
"Oli!" Sandra’s hips buck upward, lifting off the mattress.
I catch her thighs, holding her steady. I don't let up.
I swirl my tongue over the hypersensitive nub, combining the suction with rapid, targeted flicks.
I focus on her pleasure, mapping her reactions.
When she whines and thrashes her head against the pillows, I increase the pressure.
When she lets out a long, breathless moan, I slow the pace, teasing her right on the edge of the drop.
Her inner thighs tremble against my cheeks. The scent of her arousal fills my lungs, triggering my own desperate need. My cock throbs, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets beneath me, but I ignore the ache. This isn't about me right now. This is about showing her how much she means to me.
I slip two fingers into her wet opening, sliding deep inside her slick channel. She’s tight, the muscles clenching around my fingers in rhythmic, hungry pulses. I curl my fingers upward, finding the textured spot on her front wall, and stroke it in time with the suction of my mouth.
Sandra loses her mind. She arches her back so hard her spine leaves the pillows. Her hands leave the comforter to tangle in my hair.
"Please," she sobs, her voice completely wrecked. "Oli, please, it’s too much."
I pull my mouth away, leaving her gasping for air. I trace her inner thigh with my nose, inhaling the heavy, beautiful scent of her.
"Just let go." I drag my tongue back up to her opening. "I want to give you everything."
I dive back in, capturing her clit and sucking hard. My fingers pump in and out of her, matching the frantic, desperate pace of her bucking hips.
She nears the edge. Her breathing turns into short, harsh pants. Her inner walls clamp down tight around my fingers in a vice grip.
Just as the first violent tremor hits her thighs, she suddenly pulls hard on my hair.
"Stop." She tugs me up, her chest heaving, her eyes wild with a feral, demanding need. "Stop. Come up here."
I pull my fingers free, leaving her slick, and crawl up her body. I brace my forearms on either side of her head, hovering over her.
"What do you need?" I brush a damp lock of hair from her sweaty forehead.
"You." She grabs my hips, her touch burning like branding irons against my skin. "I need you inside me, Oli. I want the full connection. Right now."
The raw demand in her eyes makes my heart hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I arrange the pillows so she can rest comfortably without any pressure on her six-month bump. I shift around behind her, aligning my hips with hers in a perfect spooning position.
I press my chest flush against her back, wrapping my left arm around her waist to rest my palm right over the curve of her stomach.
I nudge my thick, throbbing cock against her slick cleft.
A profound realization hits me as I tease her wet entrance with the head of my dick.
This is a massive first for me. In all my years with Ross, Caleb, and Jethro, I’m almost exclusively the receiver.
I’m the Omega they protect, the one they claim and knot.
The idea of taking charge, of being the one to penetrate, was never part of my dynamic with the Alphas.
But with Sandra, it feels different.
There is no instinct to dominate or conquer. Slipping inside another Omega feels softer, rooted entirely in complete, mutual surrender. I slide my length forward, breaching her entrance.
Sandra lets out a stuttering breath. She pushes her hips back, taking me in. The tight, slick heat of her pussy surrounds me, squeezing the breath from my lungs. I sink deep into her channel, sliding forward until I bottom out. My pubic bone presses flush against the curve of her ass.
"Oli." She reaches back, tangling her fingers in my hair to hold me against her.
"I'm here." I press a hot kiss to her shoulder blade.
I pull my hips back and drive forward, setting a slow, deep rhythm. The friction is incredible. Her inner walls grip my cock with every thrust, milking me with a steady, desperate hunger. I wrap my fingers tighter around her stomach, holding her secure against the force of my movements.
The sensation is overwhelming. A deep, rumbling purr starts up in the center of my chest. A second later, Sandra answers. Her own purr sparks to life, the sound bubbling up from her throat. The twin vibrations sync perfectly, resonating through the mattress and filling the quiet, sunlit bedroom.
I pick up the pace. The angle of the spooning position allows me to drive deep without striking her cervix, targeting the sensitive front wall of her pussy with every thrust.
Sandra tosses her head back against my shoulder. Her purrs turn into wrecked, broken moans. She reaches down between our bodies, finding her swollen clit. She rubs the sensitive nub in time with my thrusts, throwing the pleasure into absolute overdrive.
The friction builds into a massive, undeniable fire. Even without an Alpha’s knot to lock us together, the connection feels explosive. My cock swells, aching for release.
"Sandra," I groan, my control completely snapping. "I'm close."
"Do it," she demands, her hips bucking back to meet my thrusts with desperate force. "Come for me, Oli."
Her inner walls clamp down hard, sending a spike of pleasure straight to the base of my spine.
She hits her climax first. Her body goes rigid. The muscles of her pussy spasm around my cock, milking me with a relentless, crushing pressure. She cries out, burying her face in the pillows as the orgasm rips through her.
Her release pushes me right over the edge.
I drive my hips forward, burying myself as deep as possible.
My climax tears through me in a blinding rush.
I shout her name, my back arching as my hot release spills thick and fast deep inside her core.
The sheer force of the orgasm leaves me blind and deaf to the world for several long, agonizing seconds.
We ride the crash down together. The violent trembling fades into a fuzzy haze of post orgasm bliss.
I don't pull out. I stay buried deep inside her, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her back flush against my chest. Her purr is a soft, steady hum against my skin now.
I press my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine mixed with honeysuckle.
"That was perfect," Sandra whispers, her voice thick with sleep.
"It was." I press a kiss to her damp skin.
I trace the curve of her bump, feeling the baby shift lazily inside. A profound sense of completeness washes over me. For years, I worried my medical condition made me a broken Omega.
I worried I could never give my Alphas the family they deserved. But lying here, tangled in the sheets with the woman who gave us everything, I realize the truth.
I’ve never felt more like an equal, vital part of this pack than I do in this exact moment.