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Best sound in the world.
I grin down at her, then I put my mouth on one and lick. Sweet. Fuck, it’s delicious, and the sounds she’s making even more so. I play with her nipple, toying with the other using my fingers, and she arches up, rubbing herself against my hard-on.
A groan makes its way up my throat. I’m so damn hard.
Strangely, all my anxiety seems to have vanished, or at least taken the back seat. I may like fantasy and romance books, but I’m not the sort to believe that anxiety can just disappear if you are with the right person—and yet… And yet, it’s as if my body and mind agree that I’m right where I’m supposed to be, doing just what I’m supposed to do.
Her body is my temple, I’m here to bind myself to her. I need her, and I need… a pack, my pack, I need…
I’ve stopped sucking on her nipple, and she cups my face. “Please…”
“Yeah?”
“Sawyer… Don’t tease me.”
“No?” I smirk down at her, pushing thoughts of a pack, any pack, out of my head. I’m here with the prettiest, sexiest, savviest girl, the girl I’ve wanted for so long. “I want to taste you.”
And I scoot down between her legs, as she moans a reply I hardly register—just enough to know it’s positive.
That’s all I need to know.
I’d already rolled her long skirt up, too worked up to take the time and take it off her. The soft cotton is easy to roll around her hips, and goddammit, she’s still wearing those black stockings with the red bows at the top.
Her panties are plain, the same black cotton as her bra, simple but so damn sexy, too. Who knew there was such a sex goddess under the flowing skirts and blouses I’d always seen her in? Though, honestly, she could be wearing her grandma’s underwear and I’d still be so hard for her. She’d be sexy in a hemp bag.
Dragging down those black panties, I part her legs more, and I suppress the urge to wolf-whistle. Damn, she’s soaked. And so pretty down there, rosy and shiny. She smells great. Amazing. Makes my mouth water.
And although I’ve never gone down on a woman before—or a man, let’s be honest here, but I’ve seen it done many times—I just know I have to taste her, lick her, tease her. I’ve heard girls talk at the café. I know they like it just as much as men do.
So I take the plunge, quite literally, into her sweet pussy. Dive in and feast. Lick and suckle and play with her hard little clit. Swipe my tongue all over her, then push it into her, and the sounds she makes… I’m leaking in my pants, my balls painfully tight, my cock burning.
Her fingers dig into my hair, tugging. She arches up again when I focus on her clit, sucking on it, and use a finger to fuck her pussy with. Looks like this is a good combo, as she goes wild, and fuck, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. She’s enjoying this, so I add another finger.
“Sawyer!” She comes apart, shaking and clenching around my fingers, and she’s wetter than ever. I lick at her and she shakes again. “Oh, God…”
Lifting my head, I grin at her. “You liked that.”
A breathless laugh escapes her. “How did you guess?”
“The way you said my name.”
“That’s all that clued you in?”
My grin widens. “I could eat you out all day.”
She reaches for me, and I press between her legs again, wincing as my cock twitches. “It was amazing.”
“Brin,” I say hoarsely. “I know you just came, but I need to be inside you.”
I’m not an alpha. I don’t feel confident enough to just thrust into her, knowing what she loves and needs. To just fuck her without an explicit invitation. If she says no, not now, then I’ll have to jerk off.
But she pulls my face down to kiss my mouth. “God, yes… I want to feel you inside me.”
“One sec. Are you an omega?” I ask, because omegas tend to be fertile only during their heats.
“No, I’m a delta.”
“Fuck. Okay. And are you on the pill?” I hate to break the moment, but this feels important, and I’m proud of myself for thinking to ask.
