Chapter 10 #2
August didn’t relent to my silent pleas. In fact, he doubled down, picking up the pace as he tasted and teased me into oblivion.
My hip started to move, rocking against his face, chasing his tongue for more every time it moved away from where I needed him.
August easily read my body language and sounds, he would always correct the movement if I quieted and gave me more as whimpers and pleas escaped me. My stomach was tightening into knots as my muscles tensed. It felt like my body was preparing for something, bracing itself.
I wasn’t na?ve enough to not know what an orgasm was, but I’d never experienced it. Every muscle was so tight I wondered if I might explode.
“Give into it, firecracker. I want to watch you fall apart on my tongue,” he demanded before diving back in.
This time, he speared his tongue into my core repeatedly, his nose nudging against my clit.
When I tightened my grip on him, he sucked hard on my clit.
There was no stopping my release as it crashed into me, an animalistic sound tearing from me as my hips jolted upward, locking tight as it sent waves of pleasure through me.
Pure bliss coursed through my chest and to my limbs, making everything feel as if it were on fire. My eyes rolled back as I took everything he gave, his tongue unrelenting as he coaxed my body to give him every ounce of pleasure I’d held back for years.
Then I crashed. My body relaxed all at once, my pussy so sensitive soft whimpers echoed out.
His tongue moved slowly now as he cleaned up the slick. It was soothing and warm. I was so sensitive I almost wanted to squirm away but it felt too good at the same time.
August wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. Every so often another shudder of pleasure hit me as if it couldn’t quite stop.
I lay there with my ear pressed against him, listening to the steady thud of his heart.
My body felt like it was boneless and I don’t think I’d ever been so relaxed in my life.
How long had it been since I’d had a moment like this? Just being open and vulnerable with nobody there to make me regret it.
Just him. My steady delta who saw every insecurity and fear and made promises I knew he would actually keep.
When my heart finally stopped hammering against my rib cage, I sat up, looking down at him this time. It was my fingers who danced down his torso, appreciating the muscles and hardness underneath them.
Then I stopped at the button of his jeans. “I want you to show me how to make you feel good, too,” I said.
“No, firecracker. I told you we’re going to take this one slow,” he argued.
“We are, but you promised me a lesson. I want one,” I argued, not letting this one go.
He studied me for a moment before wrapping his arms around me and flipping us so I was straddling his hips. He put his hands behind his head, watching me now.
“Take it, firecracker. I’m yours,” he ordered. His cock twitched against his zipper as if to emphasize his point. I licked my lips, mouth going dry as I unbuttoned his jeans. He lifted his hips enough for me to shove them down. His boxers went with them.
His cock was free now. Jutting into the air, long and hard and thick enough I swallowed hard. His knot was already swelling and fresh slick trickled down my thighs at the sight.
Now that his cock was free, I was unsure where to start.
“Wrap your fingers around me,” he ordered, his voice, low and husky. I did as he said. The soft sigh that left his lips as I wrapped my fingers around him had satisfaction echoing in my chest. He was velvety smooth and hard as steel, the warmth searing into my skin.
“There you go. Now stroke me. Don’t be afraid to have a tight grip on me. I’m not fragile. It’s okay to take your time, but you can be a little rough.”
I followed his instructions, tightening my grip as I stroked him slowly. His scent was so strong now, the lime sharp and electric, the woody scent warm and the basil light and earthy. My head was spinning as he overloaded my senses.
“A little faster,” he said, his chest already starting to heave. I could see his muscles straining as he forced himself to stay still on the bed.
I reveled in the power he was giving me, listening to him as he told me with his sighs and sounds what he liked. He never made me feel like it wasn’t enough. His face was full of satisfaction.
“You could get me there like that if you want. Or you can use your mouth,” he said gently.
“I want to taste you,” I said, looking up to meet his eyes. They were just as desperate as I’d felt earlier and I was dying to give him the same release he gave me.
“Use that perfect, little tongue of yours to swipe over the tip and taste me. Tease the crown.”
My mouth was watering at the sight of pre-cum glistening on the tip. I couldn’t resist, leaning forward and swiping my tongue slowly over it, the salty, musky taste of it perfection.
I hummed in satisfaction and let instinct take over. Without thinking, I slid the tip of his cock into my mouth. Just the head, sucking and tasting him, letting my tongue tease around him as I savored my delta’s groans.
“Just like that,” he groaned. “You don’t have to take me all at once. You’ll probably gag, but you can use your hand at the base. Stroke me and guide your movements. We can work up to taking me deeper.”
I liked the sound of that. I didn’t expect to like his lessons quite so much. Enough that I wanted to take my time and enjoy this. To learn his body and find out what my own limits were.
Feeling a bit more brave now I wrapped my fingers around him again. I slid him deeper into my mouth, sucking on him as I did. I stopped just when I started to gag, pulling back as my eyes watered.
I was so turned on it was insane. My other hand was braced on the bed but I let it trail down over his knot, touching and massaging it as it vibrated against my palm.
“Fuck, firecracker,” he choked out as I squeezed it harder and took him as deep as I could again. “That’s it. You’re fucking perfect.”
I was fascinated by the feel of his knot pulsing against my fingers, vibrating steadily the closer he got to coming for me. My omega was taking a lead now, guiding me more than I expected.
“You have to stop or I’m going to come.”
I didn’t want to. Maybe I should have been more careful about it, but I wanted to taste him as he came, to know that I did that to him. I took him deeper this time, ignoring my watering eyes and forcing my throat to relax. I sucked hard as I squeezed him tighter, stroking steadily.
His hips snapped forward as his body tensed, then he came with my name on his lips. Hot cum hit the back of my tongue and I swallowed it down as he bucked off of the bed. I kept my mouth wrapped around him, sucking him through it before cleaning him off.
I wasn’t wasting a single drop this delta gave me.
Despite my efforts, cum dripped down my chin. I didn’t mind, I was almost as blissed out as he was, on the edge of coming again just from giving him pleasure.
“You need more, firecracker?” he asked in a voice full of gravel. “I can make you come again.”
Then he was flipping us over once more and diving between my legs. If this was how good just using our mouths were, I couldn’t wait for more.