Page 68 of Not Ready

I’m probably not the most graceful as I pat around, but I find his length on the first try. I can’t see it, because my breasts and stomach block him from view.

My hand wraps around his length over the sweats as he pushes his mouth to mine. He’s much more tentative than I am. His hand cradles my head as he finally deepens the kiss to include tongue. He tastes delicious, like potent alpha.

I need more.

Jerking him isn’t going so well because of the material blocking my way, but he growls into the kiss as I squeeze him, and he pulses in my hand. His teeth scratch over my lower lip as he pulls back to breathe.

“It’s not that I don’t want to meet your needs, it’s just…” His eyes fall shut. “I haven’t had many successful sexual experiences.”

My head tilts as I stare up at the misery written all over his face.

“But you do want me?” I ask.

Wow, that sounded like such a cliché omega thing to say, I actually grimace.

He barks a laugh, and his eyes pop open. He pulls back until he’s kneeling between my thighs instead of stretched over me.

The warmth of his skin disappears, as does the safe, confined feeling that I was really enjoying.

He moves his hand to cradle mine where I’m gripping his shaft. “Does that give you any indication? Yes, of course I’m attracted to you.”

My teeth dig into my lip as he pulses in my grip. “But you’re not very good at taking the lead?”

“I’m not very confident in my abilities.” His cheeks turn pinker the longer I stare, so I avert my gaze. It never feels great to be put on the spot.

“I’m an omega. We’re notoriously easy to please.” I give him a soft smile. “Just kiss me. That was heading in the right direction.”

He chuckles, sliding his hands up my thighs. “Can we take the sweaty pajama dress off?”

I nod, even though I really don’t want him seeing my hideous maternity underwear. He pulls the dress to my hips, and I push up with my feet. Once it’s cradled around my lower back, he helps pull me up. The pajama dress comes off, and he tosses it as I lie back.

His dark eyes seem to get even darker as he watches my tits bounce. My hands fly to my sides as his gaze moves lower. I try to push my panties off, but he’s in the way.

“God, this is strange, but I find the fact that you’re pregnant to be a huge aphrodisiac.” His head shakes. Eventually, he sees me struggling and moves to help me yank the panties off before settling back between my thighs. “You’re incredibly beautiful. I’ve been attracted to you since the first time we met.” His forearm falls next to my head as he lowers himself over me. My cheeks feel hot when my stomach presses against his. He’s keeping his weight off me, but I’m very aware I no longer look the way I used to. His hand palms my head as his thumb brushes over my forehead. “Your pupils are huge.”

I stretch up, capturing his mouth. He groans into the kiss, and the sound makes goose bumps erupt on my skin. His sweatpants rub against my core as his heavy shaft bumps around. I’m unsure what to do with my hands, but they land on his ass, trying to get him to thrust against my pussy.

He pulls back with his chest heaving and nuzzles his nose to mine.

“Right, so successful sexual encounters usually start with—” I gasp, arching toward him as he brushes my sex with his warm fingers. The backs tease over my clit, and his hand twists until he’s running them down my lower lips. “Yep, that.”

“I know this has to be a product of biology.” He grins wickedly. “But I must admit, it’s filling my chest with an unmatched level of pride.” He teases my opening with a single finger, and I buck my hips, forcing him inside me.

We both moan at the feeling.

“It’s not enough. What I really need is your knot. Or we can start with your cock and work up to that. I’m fine with either option.”

“That didn’t make much sense, darling. But you’re adorably cute and utterly fucking drenched.” He growls, the sound vibrating out from his chest and making my entire body tingle.

My pussy leaks around his finger. “More pressure. I need more of you.”

Twining my arms through his, I yank his sweats down as far as I can get them. They end up halfway down his legs, and his heavy shaft slaps against my thigh. It takes considerable effort to stretch up enough to grab it, but the growl he releases makes it worth it.

Until he crawls right down my body, making me lose my hold.

“No,” I sob, wrapping my fingers in his short hair.

He chuckles, kicking out of his sweats. “Let me try, please? My mouth is legitimately watering at the prospect of tasting you.”

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