20. Wally #3
The gratitude shifts into a burning need.
I break the kiss to gasp for air. I grab the hem of my t-shirt and yank it over my head.
I toss the fabric across the room. I reach down, kick my boots off, and shove my jeans down my legs.
I kick the denim off the edge of the bed, leaving my thick thighs and chest bare.
The cool air of the bedroom hits my heated skin, offering a brief distraction from the fire building in my blood.
Vayda reaches for the hem of her shirt. I catch her wrists and guide her hands back down to her sides.
"Let me." I grip the bottom of her shirt. I pull it up and over her head.
I toss her shirt aside. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, I drag the fabric down her hips and off her legs. She kicks the clothing away. We sit face-to-face on the mattress. The contrast between my muscle-bound frame and her soft curves drives my Alpha instincts wild.
The scent of her arousal fills the cramped room. It's intoxicating. My lungs expand, pulling her unique fragrance deep into my chest.
I push her backward. Her spine hits the mattress. I follow her down, settling my frame between her spread thighs. I brace my weight on my forearms to keep my bulk off her ribs. The springs in the mattress groan.
"You smell perfect." I nip at her jaw. I trail open-mouth kisses down her neck, heading straight for the sensitive skin over her scent gland.
My lips press against the pulse point, laving the warm skin. She shivers as my mouth drags over her pulse, gasping while her fingers tangle in my hair.
My right hand slides down her stomach. My thumb parts her soft folds, letting my index and middle fingers brush against her swollen center. Her slick coats my knuckles in a hot rush of wetness.
The pad of my thumb presses against the hood of her clit.
Vayda gasps, arching her lower back off the mattress to offer herself up to the touch.
I rub the sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow, steady circle.
My other two fingers push past her slick entrance, sliding deep inside her tight canal.
The hot walls clench around my knuckles in a desperate grip.
My fingers curl upward, dragging the rough calluses across the ridged tissue on her front wall.
Her slick pools on the sheets beneath her. The wetness drips down my wrist. I draw the thick slick outward, coating her sensitive outer folds. I spread the wetness around to ensure a smooth entry. I want her slick and ready to take my cock.
Vayda grips my biceps. Her fingernails dig into my skin. She pleads with soft, breathless gasps. She rides the motion of my hand, grinding her hips against my knuckles.
"I need you." Her voice shakes. "Wally, please."
Pulling my hand free, I shift to align my hips with hers. The thick head of my cock presses against her slick entrance.
With a steady push, my shaft slides inside her. The agonizing drag stretches her tight walls to accommodate my size until I sink to the hilt, buried deep within her core.
Vayda throws her head back with a loud moan. Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking over the small of my back to pull me closer.
A deliberate, grinding pace takes over. Pulling back until only the tip remains inside, I drive forward again to the base. Steady, punishing thrusts pin her to the mattress.
The wet slap of our bodies echoes in the quiet room. The friction builds a raging fire in my veins. I watch her face. I watch the pleasure take over her features. Every upward drive pushes her closer to the edge. Her hands slide down my back, gripping my hips to dictate the rhythm.
"Look at me." I squeeze her hips.
Vayda opens her eyes. Her pupils dilate to the edges of her irises. She stares up at me, wrecked by the sensation. I need her to see who is taking care of her.
The tension coils in my stomach. The thick base of my shaft swells, forming the knot.
It thickens with every forward drive. The dense base nudges against her tight opening every time I sink to the hilt.
I keep the thickest part outside her body, teasing her sensitive nerves.
The restraint burns my muscles. I fight the urge to bury it deep until she tips over the edge.
Vayda rides the rhythm. She bears down on my cock. Her internal muscles clench around my shaft. The tight, pulsing grip pushes me over the edge.
Her orgasm hits first. She cries out my name. Her slick floods my shaft in hot, cascading waves.
The intense friction snaps my control. I let out a harsh, guttural shout. I drive forward one final time. I force the swollen, thick knot past her tight muscles. I bury myself as deep as possible. The thick ridge pops inside her, locking our bodies together.
My hips snap against hers. My cock pulses, spilling my hot release deep against her walls.
I collapse forward. I bury my face in the crook of her neck.
My chest heaves against her breasts. The bed frame creaks as we try to catch our breath.
I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tight.
I stay locked inside her, bound to my Omega, ready to build our future together.