Page 116 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I hiss out, stimulated almost to orgasm already.

Benedict’s touch is electric. His scent is heady. And his purr calls to my soul.

I purr in turn, feeling fevered.

“You wanted to taste me.” I kiss down Benedict’s jaw. “Then I’m going to ride your pretty face and make your lips wet with slick.”

He whines, high and desperate. His eyes are glassy. I push myself up, until my pussy is over his head.

“Redmeans stop,yellowis slowdown, andgreenmeans keep going, you’re okay.” I don’t know if Ambrose has taught Benedictthese rules, but since he likes rules in particular, they will be useful for him. Silvanus was responsible enough to teach me about safewords and the traffic light system. Since Benedict and I are new to playing with each other, it’s important that we use them. “Since your tongue will be busy, tap my thigh once foryellowand twice forred. Are you green?”

“I’m green,” Benedict replies. “I like this game. Green, green, very much green.”

He tilts his head, and a curl falls across his eye.

“Good Omega.” I push the curl out of his eye. “Because now I’m going to grind down on you. All you’re going to be able to taste or breathe will be my pussy. It’ll be your world.”

Before Benedict can reply, I sit on his face.

Immediately, his hand reaches to steady me at the hip.

A wave of primal power washes over me. I’m shaken by how strong it is.

I’m on top of my male Omega about to take my pleasure from him, and I’m controlling when he breathes.

At the same time, he’s jerking himself off, claiming back his own body as well.

Benedict is quivering with tension.

“Don’t slow down. Keep stroking yourself,” I order.

I rock slowly backward and forward.

Benedict is purring. The vibrations against my pussy and clit feel incredible. I tease over my own nipples, using Benedict like a beautiful Omega shaped toy to find my pleasure.

Then I lean forward to grip him by the hair, directing him where I want him.

Benedict’s green eyes look up at me.

“Use your tongue,” I direct him, “lick my pussy and suck the clit. Work hard. Don’t stop. Push your tongue deeper. F-f-fuck, that’s it.”

He’s as dedicated, as if I’m training him in dance moves.

I decide to see just how committed he is.

“Make yourself come before me. If you don’t…” Am I really going to say this? “…then you won’t get to come until Boxing Day.”

For a moment, Benedict stiffens in shock.

I pull away from his mouth for a moment, caressing his cheek.

I’d never stop him coming, if he wants to. This is only a game.

Benedict’s mouth glistens with slick. His hair is a tangled mess.

He looks beautiful.

“Still green?” I check in.

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