Page 43 of Omega Ruined

Before I could lean in to do just that, Dean grabbed my shirt by the lower edge. "Arms up."

He peeled my shirt up and over my head, leaving me naked from the waist up, since I hadn't put on a bra this morning.

Dean's eyes went straight to my breasts. He dropped the shirt on the floor and both hands cupped my breasts, thumbs strumming over my nipples in a way that would normaly have me soaking wet with slick.

It still felt amazing. I arched back, pressing my breasts harder into his hands and he bent to take a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tightening nub and then his teeth scraped over my tender fles.

"Is that okay?" Dean asked.

"Can't you feel me through the bond?" I sent as much pleasure as possible through the bond and he chuckled.

"Point taken. Lie back."

He pulled off my yoga pants and underwear, leaving me stark naked on his bed. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

When I looked down at him, Dean was kneeling between my legs, his eyes scanning my body. He ran his hands up my legs to my belly and spread them there, warm and curious. Rough thumbs rubbed over my skin, soothing and exciting me at the same time.

Finally, he slid his hands lower, spreading my thighs. "May I taste you here?"

"Of course." He hadn't asked permission for anything else, so it seemed odd he was asking now.

A moment later, he was belly down on the bed, his mouth closing around my lips and I was jerking in surprise. He felt so good. His tongue slid up my slit, teasing me before he reached my clit. There, he tried all kinds of methods of teasing me, from short soft taps of his tongue to swirls and then sucking hard.

When I reacted to something, he immediately added it more often. He was literally learning to play my body in real time.

I'd always been sensitive, but Dean had a way of bringing me to the edge faster than I'd ever felt. He pulled my first orgasm from me so quickly, it shocked even me.

He lifted his head and smiled at me, saliva coating his face. "You taste amazing."

"But no slick," I said sadly.

"That's alright. I have lube."

Dean leaned over me to pull open a nightstand drawer and produced three tubes of lube. "What flavor do you want?"

"Are we eating it?"

"No, but it will add to the scents of the room. I have chocolate, cherry, and unscented."

"Unscented."

He tossed the other two back and squirted a bit of lube onto his fingers before pressing two long fingers inside me, smoothing any possible fears I had about being hurt by what I could tell was a sizeable dick in his shorts. He repeated this a few times, making me feel like I really did produce slick still.

When I started to roll onto my stomach to present for him, Dean caught me with a curious look.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to present."

"I want to look you in the eyes when I'm inside you for the first time."

Well, I wasn't about to complain about that. My legs opened even more as he pushed down his underwear, letting a rather girthy cock spring out. He coated his dick in lube, too before pressing against my opening.

"Tell me if it hurts or if you need more lubrication," he ordered.

"I will." My hands went to his shoulders, gripping him as he entered me, stretching me to the limits.

I gasped when his cock head popped through. Now he was free to press all the way in and I was shocked when his pelvis hit mine. I could take the whole thing. And it felt amazing.