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Noah’s eyes widen, and I erupt into giggles.
But when I lift my head to give his shaft a soft kiss, we grow startlingly serious. Noah fetches a condom. I spit into its tip, massaging saliva over him until his breath deepens.
There’s a tense, forward pull in Noah’s shoulders, aching to cuddle with me. Twisting over my shoulder, I lean into his lips.
I’m surprised by the eager force I’m met with. Noah kisses me hard, throbbing into my hand as I stroke him. He drags his fingertips in tantalizing circles over my entrance, lengthening my desperate breath between our heavy makeout until his tongue glides over mine, drinking up my greedy moans.
Within seconds, my pussy drops over his fingers, gaping for his deeper touch.
It feels too good too soon, so I pull away. Surprise ripples through our bond, confirmed by Noah’s searching gaze.
He doesn’t know what secrets the mirror told me: that he comes harder watching himself slip in and out of me. With my back to him, I settle his palms on the sides of my ass as I raise it - giving him plenty to grip.
My voice shakes with nerves. “Yesterday, I was thinking– i-in the shower–”
Noah sucks in a raw, unrestrained gasp as I tilt my hips, allowing his swollen shaft to enter me in full view.
My eyelashes flutter as he stretches me to my limits. “A-about how you might like this position.”
“Like this?” He rasps. “Like isn’t– isn’t strong– strong enough–”
Noah’s brain melts, and I can feel it in how plump he’s become. I’m thrilled I was right; he’s more aroused than usual, so engorged that we have to take our time. That allows me to wiggle my hips, settling him into me bit by bit until Noah’s feet squirm in front of me.
“Fuck– Fuck, feisty Omega–”
Noah squeezes my ass hard as he fights a battle for patience beneath me, his hips struggling to keep from bucking beyond light thrusts. But with how good he feels in our bond, my pussy can’t stop clenching over him in a needy stronghold, forcing us to freeze. Even as we hold still, Noah’s cock responds to my squeezes with deep pulses inside me, dropping my jaw with its sweet massage.
When my muscles finally relax, Noah groans as I thrust my hips back, pushing him deeper. His tip finally breeches my pelvic opening with a sweet, popping sensation in my belly. Fluttering tingles shoot up my torso, swirling over my breasts until it teases a whine from my lips. Noah moans just as hard as I do.
“Fuck, I love you,” he breathes.
I can only whimper, gripping his wrists as we settle into a slow, crawling thrust. We leave no corner of my insides untouched. Fluid spills between my legs as he settles against my cervix - an ache hitting my heart so deep that my back arches, squeezing Noah into stopping.
When I can finally catch my breath, my breathy whisper shakes. “I love you too.”
I drop my weight onto my palms between Noah’s legs. Rolling my hips back in a slow, snapping dip, I lead us. Noah’s groans liquify into breathy whimpers.
And I’m craving deeper pressure. I play with my clit, and my eyelids flutter as Noah’s hands roam to my waist. When he hesitates there, his desire to drop me hard onto his lap is barely restrained beneath twitching fingertips.
I drop my hips until my ass squishes against that deep V between his hip bones. Noah prods so deep that I whimper.
I haven’t heard another peep from my usual potty-mouthed mate, but that’s probably because of his hard, racing breath. I stay sitting on him, circling my hips in a wide arc.
His knees raise in front of me at the end of every circle, jerking upright until I’m leaning farther and farther back, the new angle thrusting him deeper. We moan in unison - except mine comes out like a choked gasp, the stimulation he’s piling into me making my thighs quiver beside his hips.
He can barely choke out his words. “F-fuck. Are you– Okay?”
My hair is curtained over my back, so I gather it into a sloppy bun, peeking over my shoulder. My breath is stolen by how totaled Noah looks behind me: heavy-lidded eyes and red cheeks gracing his golden skin.
“Yes,” I breathe.
I widen the circle of my hips, dragging the counterpressure of his throbbing cock against every corner of my inner walls. Noah’s hips jerk into the air, sending me off balance and reaching for his hands. But there’s no need to worry; Noah stabilizes my hips with blazing palms.
His chest heaves as we restart my hips together. Noah matches my movements, but I roll or wiggle when he least expects it, leaving him guessing what’s next.
I don’t realize how deep his pleasure overcomes him until his legs squirm beneath me like mine just before I come - and then the sensation hits. Raw, unfiltered pleasure shoots up my abdomen, amplified by the aching delight in Noah’s side of our bond. I’ve somehow left him edged on the precipice, and now I get to feel it too.
I cry out, tipping my pelvis back into his thrust as Noah’s hips bounce me over him. Once we’ve both had a taste, that’s all we want to do. As his hands grow hungry for my reaction, lifting and dropping my ass until we speed into a slapping rhythm, I can’t stop whimpering with soft, pleading whispers that only increase in pitch.
But Noah suddenly gasps. “Fuck. No, no, stop–”
I lift off of him on instinct.
But Noah shakes his head, rubbing my back with weak, trembling fingers. “I need to see your face. I need to hold you.”
A blast of emotions spread goosebumps over every inch of me, so turned on by his words yet so flustered that I can only stare back in awe.
This is worlds different from the “needs” I’ve heard ordered over me before. There’s pure love staring back; these “needs” are an overwhelming yearning to bond with me.
But my next, deeper reaction surprises me. Pain courses through my chest, leaving me empty. Tears pool in my eyes.
At first, a blast of fear shoots through my ribcage - why would I be crying again during sex? But then I recognize what’s wrong.
Every inch of me is magnetized to Noah, begging to merge myself with his polar draw. He’s too far away when our bond melds us closer than ever, physically hurting us to be separated. I need to hold him just as badly as he’s aching to hold me.
When I turn around with desperate, outstretched hands, Noah tackles me into his embrace. In one breath, my legs are thrown around his waist, our chests compressed as we squeeze each other like we’re reuniting after a painful year apart.
I nuzzle our noses, cupping Noah’s cheeks as I absorb every second of his eyes on me. Noah dives for my lips, and I kiss him back twice as hard, wincing from the impact when I get a little too eager. But Noah doesn’t mind; he soothes me with massaging, cuddly precision, working my lips just as tenderly as his arms squeeze me closer.
Our breaths tangle, interrupted only by sharp moans and hard squeezes of each other’s bodies. We’re unable to morph ourselves into one, no matter how hard we try.
Noah slips his palms beneath my thighs. I freeze, catching my breath.
As if I could. I’m met with ravenous, yellow eyes, searching my eyes and swollen lips.
“Do you still want more?” His whisper vibrates my chest, clenching my core tight.
I nod, feeling more ready for him to be inside me than ever.
When Noah re-enters me, the sensation hits straight into my heart muscles from how deeply it blasts our love coursing through us. My loud, unrestrained moan pushes a raspy breath out of Noah, his arms wilting beneath our pleasure. But without him holding me up, his cock plummets as deep as he can reach in one breath. My nails grip his shoulders, and Noah curls over me, hugging my hips as we acclimate to each other’s warmth.
But then he opens those gorgeous eyes, letting them loose on me. The way he witnesses me turns me on more than anything we do together. Noah cups my face as it contorts in pleasure - jaw dropped, eyelids drooping, and swollen lips encasing my needy whimpers - and I let him watch, hiding none of it. He absorbs every second, pumping his hips harder the heartier I gasp.
Noah’s embrace tightens until I’m flat against his chest as I bounce on his lap. When I fist handfuls of his gorgeous hair, he pants so hard that there’s hardly any oxygen left between us, the air permeated by a flood of his flowery, adoring scent.
Noah crumbles into my chest, sputtering his words. “Fuck, I– I can’t knot already.”
“Enjoy yourself,” I breathe.
But with one look into my eyes, Noah lifts my hips off him, leaving me empty and aching. He pants hot air against my sweaty chest, sending an icy, rousing shiver through me.
Noah shakes his head, only a hard swallow interrupting his rapid breath. “No, I want to wait. I love seeing you feel good.”
My back arches, overcome by my pulse’s hard throbbing between my legs. “I love seeing you feel good more than anything.”
“Fuck, you’re so fucking brave. Sometimes I want to cry, thinking about everything you’ve overcome to let me see you unraveled like this.” He peeks into my eyes, flipping my heart with his burning, red-rimmed stare. “I would’ve loved you just as you were the second we met, but you keep surprising me. And somehow, I keep loving you even more. I don’t know what to do with myself around you.”
My neck flushes. I’m unsure how to respond.
But Noah softens into a rumbling whisper. “Can I spoil you back?”
I bite my lips, my eyes burning with affectionate tears. “O-okay. Yes. Please, yes.”
As Noah dips back into me, I’m surprised at how slick I am. He’s holding me so close, but I’m melting in his arms, forcing him to broaden his hold on me to keep me from spilling apart. I smash my open lips against his sweaty cheek, my chest heaving through him stuffing me with pleasure. It aches even stronger than when we started, tingling, thick pressure blooming in my abdomen the deeper he fills me.
But I know Noah hasn’t even started with his spoiling. He doesn’t bounce me over him anymore, opting to tilt my hips in a slow roll. The action drags my clit against his pelvis, sharpening my breath.
“There you go,” he whispers against my lips before kissing them. “That feel good?”
I whimper. “Yes. You feel good.”
A flare of heat flashes through Noah’s eyes.
But he takes his sweet time with me. I droop against his chest, too weak with delight to hold myself up, but Noah nuzzles against my forehead. After planting a tender kiss on my head, he rocks his hips as he rolls mine, increasing the pressure he drives into my cervix. My knees raise to our sides with my hearty moan.
His stare flashes with the same uncontainable desire, its yellow fire growing into an inferno. God, he’s stretching me to my limits, even though I’m more lubed up than ever. Is he enjoying my pleasure this much?
The more I react, the more stimulation he layers over me - roaming over my breasts, ass, back, and neck until I’m a blubbering puddle in his arms. The rising pressure he builds in my belly feels so intense that I can’t hold it in much longer, but I’m desperate to, smitten by Noah’s delighted stare.
But as desire mounts our bond, Noah’s thrusts are disrupted by his own uncontrollable jerking. Its unpredictability stuffs me in random bursts until my legs shake.
Noah hitches me closer in his lap, our hips colliding hard. I clench over him hard enough to shove him out of me, but my loosening muscles between my pussy’s desperate pulses suck him right back in. The sudden speed it creates between thrusts pushes wispy, rising moans from my lips, my pussy massaging him so hard that it fills the cave with wet, colliding slaps of our hips.
Noah whimpers against my forehead, his breath quivering. I’m desperate for him to lay me down and pound into me, but my satiated muscles are too far gone to fully drop myself over him to help. I squirm in his lap, my feet slipping behind his hips as I lose my rhythm to the fuzzy warmth spilling over my pelvis.
I know Noah might ask me what I want like he always does; that primal glaze over his eyes tells me he’s aching to make me come. But instead of waiting for his prompting, my true desires erupt from me in airy, pleading whispers against his cheek.
“Harder– Harder– Harder–”
“Fuck.” Noah grunts. “I can’t believe how proud I am of you.” As if that wasn’t torturously sweet enough, he pumps his thickening shaft into me until my every inhale and exhale are breathy, rapid cries of pleasure. “What a good girl–”
With a hard jerk of my hips, I squirt between our bodies, dousing our thighs. But I’m left a moaning mess, clinging onto the edge with desperate, digging squeezes of his back. Noah groans into my mouth, his gaping lips eating up my needy breaths as I relish in his heightening pleasure in our bond alongside mine.
Judging by the widening I feel at the base of his shaft, Noah is seconds away from knotting me, only adding to the delicious fullness he’s burrowing inside me.
Noah wheezes. “Oh, fuck, I’m–”
My eyelashes flutter as Noah’s incoming climax hits just the right spot. My knees drop open wide, granting Noah unrestrained access as I come in his lap. With a growl, Noah dives for my mark. Scraping his fangs over my neck, Noah pumps as fast as he can, riding out my orgasm as my legs twist through its satiating ache.
I cling to him, suckling over his mark in return. He moans against my neck, jamming his hips into me as he orgasms. His shaft jerks against my cervix with his short, choppy breaths, shaking the last bits of pleasure from my thighs.
I drag my hands and head over him, overwhelmed by the love coursing through our bond. Noah clings to me, holding my head to his heart like I’m the most precious being he’s ever held. I can’t stop moaning with every breath, squirming through the leftover bliss of his knot filling me up. Noah holds my body through it, but it feels like he’s holding my heart through it too - healing another old wound.
By the time we slump into each other on the ground in an exhausted heap, every atom of my body and spirit feels so loved that our bond’s strength surges beyond what I knew was possible.
Noah is right. I’ve changed. As I kiss him, I’m not afraid of the unknowns in our future together anymore; I’m afraid of not cherishing every minute left of the life I have with my mate. Losing out on each irreplaceable second is far more terrifying than any horrors we could face together. Now, we have each other to pull us through.
Easing myself into Noah’s arms with utmost trust, I feel so alive. I feel like me.