Page 22 of Heat Me

And, after all, I was on strong suppressants that would have blocked the natural TM fireworks experience anyway, so it had to be Damien's rose omega abilities that manifested when he lost control.

A tough dilemma to resolve, huh?

Still, my gut feeling wouldn't let go. No matter how much I tried to rationalize everything that had just happened, my heart was stubbornly convinced that this was IT!

The only question was, did Damien even notice? If so, did he attribute it to the heat increasing the intensity of the orgasms?

I felt kind of stupid, almost lost, it was too unbelievable, right?

Given our unusual situation, I didn't want to embarrass myself by bringing it up, although I was hoping that one of us would eventually say it out loud; I just didn't want it to be me!

So I said nothing and waited for my knot to subside, making shallow, gentle movements. I couldn't see Damien's face because my own was buried in his amaranth curls, right next to his swollen neck gland, which I began to lick and kiss gently, feeling the nagging urge to bite him, but that was out of the question, of course.

For a good ten minutes, I just rocked over him in silence. It was kind of awkward, but I couldn't push myself to start acasual conversation after such an epic orgasm, with my knot still dilated. It would just be too much.

When I finally felt it receding, I began to dive inside him more intensely, making much deeper thrusts but still keeping a moderate pace, enjoying how warm he was and how tightly he held my dick. Only then did I shyly look up at him. Damien kept his eyes closed, his head tilted to the side, exposing his red gland. He submitted completely to my rocking, only breathing quickly. When I looked down, his dick was stubbornly hard, rubbing against my lower abdomen—a typical sign of heat. It was normal to stay aroused throughout the entire wave as the heat increased.

Feeling almost high, I drove into him, gradually speeding up. I knew that omegas could come many times during this period, and I wanted to deliver him as much pleasure as possible.

Soon I was thrusting even more vigorously, but still without using much force. My movements were very smooth in his slippery insides. I leaned forward on my elbows and tried to look into his eyes, but he kept turning his face to the side, as if self-conscious. From time to time, his dick would throb and release tiny amounts of cum as he experienced several small orgasms, one after the other.

My lips moved along his earlobe, nibbling at it, sliding down to his swollen glands, making long lapping motions. I made a point to lick them thoroughly, knowing that omegas loved that kind of stimulation.

Again, when my mouth was directly over the sensitive spot, I had to fight the overwhelming urge to bite him. It was quite a heroic struggle to control myself, especially as I felt a half-voluntary AO sound rise in my throat—one that meant asking for permission to mark. But with a gigantic effort, I managed tostop myself. Something like this should not be done outside of a stable relationship.

To my astonishment, Damien seemed to tilt his head even more, as if to give me full access to his neck, but… I knew better. Such reflexes were no less instinctive than the AO sounds—he must be struggling with them as well. It would be reckless of me to take advantage of his moment of weakness.

But I couldn't stop myself from sucking on a multitude of hickeys on his neck. He kept making soft, sweet sounds, and his dick continued spitting out a few drops every two or three minutes. Apparently, even this subtle form of stimulation gave him a great deal of pleasure, adding to his overall bliss.

So I proceeded to sink into him, enjoying how incredibly wet and hot he was; it was a wonderful, welcoming feeling. I closed my eyelids and just let myself dive, drown in him, realizing that I was not only immersing myself in his body, but to some extent in his mind as well.

The wave of his mental energy flooded my mind.

With a strange sense of clarity, I discovered that he was in deep ecstasy, but somehow, he was holding himself back, as if he was fighting against fully surrendering to the pleasure. It was almost as if it… troubled him!

It hit me—he was still hung up on the fact that this was heat sex with a stranger. We weren’t in a relationship, not even a casual one. All he knew about me was that I had a shady job. This wasn’t how he’d imagined his first heat, and while the sex was great, it wasn’t what he wanted the situation to be.

I could feel his emotions bleeding into me, pulling me into his headspace. The conflict inside him was so raw and tangible. His sadness palpable—he hated that he couldn’t share this moment with someone he truly loved and trusted, not even knowing if I’d stick around after the heat was over—or just disappear, leaving him in the dust.

This was how he saw the whole thing: to him, our epic climax was just an intense orgasm, a first-heat reaction—it could be nothing more, since I was on suppressants. His eyes had been closed the whole time, so he didn’t even register the electrical discharges.

Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly the right time to dive into our relationship—or the lack thereof. I couldn’t start talking about it mid-sex.

But I had to help him deal with it somehow!

So I made a low, calming, soothing sound—the kind alphas use to comfort omegas in distress. It was vibrating, resonating in our bodies, syncing them in a way.

To my shock, such a simple thing, and yet it somehow worked. His mind seemed to clear a bit, and he began to focus on the sensations, on how my shaft was rubbing against his prostate… so I sped up, wanting to increase his pleasure, make him forget the anxious feelings.

A few minutes later, he let out a deep moan and came… but that wasn’t the end!

For the next half hour I kept thrusting into him, my own rut now in full force—I felt invincible, drowning in my own waves of orgasm, my dick permanently hard. I wanted to give Damien as much ecstasy as possible, dissolving his worries, so I just fucked him… and fucked relentlessly.

Overall, it took about two hours, and he came many more times, his belly densely covered with white drops and streaks of his cum…

However, his hands were on the bed the whole time; he didn't put his arms around me even once, which was a little disappointing but understandable in this situation.

When I finally plunged into him one last time, filling him with another huge blast of my cum, and slowly pulled out, the awkward moment came.

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