Page 73 of Heat Hesitation

"Can you take the long way? Past the bridge?" She asks instead of answering.

"Of course." More time alone with Ophelia is always welcome.

We drive deeper into the mountains when she answers the previous question. "I meant what she said about you. Does it hurt your feelings?"

"You can feel me through the bond; you should know the answer to that."

"I like to think I know you well enough now, not just by reading you through the bond. I think you don't care one little bit what she thinks. And that maybe you kind of enjoy making people like her uncomfortable."

"Then what is it you're really asking me?"

She's quiet as we approach the covered bridge, contemplative. On a whim, I pull off to the side in the same spot we did a year ago, and we both climb out of the car. It's early evening and light out since she got out of work ahead of schedule, still warm from the day's sun.

"We should celebrate," I say, clasping her hand and walking down toward the bank of the river. Very few cars drive past here, but even in broad daylight, we'd be hard to see down here.

"Celebrate what?"

"You're done working for Sharon."

"Enzo! You remembered her name!" Ophelia cackles.

"Of course I remember her name, I have an excellent memory." The problem isn't that I don't remember names; it's that I don't bother learning them in the first place. But I know she's teasing.

When we approach a massive oak tree, clasping her shoulders, I turn her so she has to walk backwards, until her back hits the trunk.

Staring down into her eyes, I lift the hem of her shirt, untucking the hideous thing from her pants, shrugging off her vest, peeling off the rest of her clothes, kissing her along the way. Placing my hand at her sternum, I trail my fingers down her chest, sinking to my knees. Gripping her thigh, I lift one knee to drape over my shoulder, so she leans her weight back against the sturdy tree behind her.

"Enzo," she pants. Parting her folds, I dart my tongue out to taste her, and she's so fucking sweet. "I like the way you celebrate," she sighs. "But someone could see?" She doesn't sound worried, still moaning and melting into me, so I don't bother answering the half-hearted question.

A benefit of the cheap scent-blockers is that they don't change her scent at her core, only what permeates off her skin, so it's easy to find that perfect taste of candied rose petals, lavender, soft, downy sage. She floods as I work my lips and tongue over her sensitive flesh and bundle of nerves. I've made her gush and squirt before, but only with my mouth and fingers.

I don't want to get my clothes wet because it will make me irritable when we finish the drive home.

Abruptly, I pull away.

"Wha? What?" She whines, her omega whimpering in distress. My alpha urges me to hurry the fuck up. Her lids lower as I pull at my tie. She doesn't mind watching me as I carefully undress. Through the bond, I can feel her interest, even though she's squirming in need, and when I fold my clothes neatly on a stump nearby, I don't sense any ridicule. For some reason, she finds my idiosyncrasies charming. Alluring, even.

Her chest rises and falls the faster she pants, and, setting my glasses down on the folded pile, I stalk back to my prey.

"Enzo, make me come. Please, please make me come," she begs. Leaning down, I lick and kiss Asher's bite mark, making her and, I imagine, Asher shiver. I'm sure he can sense this, because I can feel when he does the same to mine. I trail my tongue to my mark, dragging my teeth over the shape of it, then lower, sucking on her nipples.

She has sensitive nipples, and I tease and kiss, finally making my way back down to my knees. I feel prepared this time, so I don't hesitate, resuming my ministrations, licking and kissing. Using one hand, I lift the hood of her pussy, exposing her clit, slipping my thumb over the top of the little button. With my other, I slip my fingers inside her, hooking my fingers in a come hither position.

I've never watched porn before, but I searched how to make a girl squirt, and a very detailed instructional video popped up. Several, in fact. The first time it happened was unintentional, but I like to be informed, so I try to remember the exact steps from the video.

I tease and stroke her g-spot, opposite her clit where the nerve endings are most sensitive inside the tight walls of her pussy. Between both hands, rubbing her clit and stroking inside her, I work mercilessly, licking and kissing everywhere else.

I'm everywhere I could be, tasting and touching. Her knees shake violently, but I don't relent. "Enzo, Enzo! I can't, I can't," she mutters and chants incoherently, canting her hips, begging for more. "I'm coming, I'm going to come, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming, ahh!" She screams, and I pick up the pace on her clit, pressing harder, flicking faster, flattening my fingers into a firm shape, essentially slapping her clit while my fingers inside her hook and stroke, coaxing more and more pleasure. In moments she's gushing, spraying all over my face. I keep going, and she doesn't stop coming.

"Oh god! Oh god!" My omega's ability to come for so long is impressive. Only when her knees stop shaking and she sobs, "Knot me right fucking now!" do I let go. Moving with a speed I didn't know I possessed, I'm standing, wrapping her knees around my waist, then I impale her, using the weight of the tree as leverage.

I don't even fuck her, I don't need to. I slam in hard, fast and full, already so hard for her, so turned on by this magical creature, I'm coming instantly, roaring as my knot tucks in, my cock pulsing and spraying inside of her.

She shakes again, this time coming from a deeper place, a well inside her body. She whispers her love for me; we both feel Asher in the bond, who must be masturbating because suddenly he's coming with us. Tears leak from her eyes, and I kiss them, tasting her beautiful rose scent on her lips, still bucking slighting into her, until my knot releases.

When my cock slips out, I pick her up and carry her to the river. It's cold when we step in, but we adapt to the temperature quickly. Delighted, she smiles as the water cools our overheated bodies.

Holding her tight while the rush of water swarms, she wraps her arms around my neck. "This is perfect, Enzo. Thanks for celebrating with me." I kiss her cheek in response and she nestles further into my arms. "I should come here with Asher sometime, too. Rewrite the past."

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