Page 53 of Craving Their Omega

A little noise spills out of her mouth, but she tries to bite it back.

I reach up and touch the birthmark on her face. Ever since I told her she shouldn’t cover it, she’s stopped wearing the makeup to hide it, and something in me preens in pride. “You’re unique. Every part of you.”

“Oh,” she breathes, the sound coming out shaky.

My hands wander over her body, touching her over her clothes. I explore her hips, flowing over her curves and then up higher, over her chest. Penelope’s breath catches, and she doesn’t pull away. Instead she leans into each touch, like she’s eager for more.

She’s not wearing a bra under the sweatshirt, and her breasts are full and heavy. I brush my fingers over her nipples, already hard and peaked through the thick fabric.

Her back arches when I run my hands down it to get to her ass, just as curvy and appealing as the rest of her, and I can’t resist giving it a firm squeeze. I turn her a little as I do, shifting her position so that her back rests against my chest and her legs drape over each of mine.

Her breath is coming in short pants now, and her scent is all around me. It drowns out Xavier’s from the sweatshirt, washing away everything else in the smell of lemon and lavender.

“Does that feel good, little bird?” I ask her.

She nods, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I slide my hands around to her thighs, feeling warm skin under her soft shorts. They’re easy to slip a hand under, so I do, working my fingers forward until I find the heat between her legs.

“Ah,” Penelope gasps, and her legs fall open wider for me.

“Good,” I praise her.

I can feel her shivering against me, probably half with nerves and half with excitement, and I take my time, rubbing my fingers against her through her underwear and savoring the heady scent of her arousal. I can practically feel the thrum of arousal amping up through her body, and I stroke the outside of her pussy, tracing the soft curve of it with my fingers, smirking as she gets wet through her clothes.

The scent is fucking amazing, sweet and delicious, and I keep trailing my fingers over her, watching closely for her reactions. With her legs spread wider, I can feel the nub of her clit through her panties, but I don’t start teasing it just yet. Instead, I keep up my slow, exploratory approach, touching everywhere else to get her used to the feeling of it.

Her hips start to roll a bit, her body seeking out more of my touch whether it’s on purpose or not. Either way, it’s clear proof that she likes it. That she wants more.

I press my thumb to her clit and feel the jolt that runs through her body. She shudders hard, but doesn’t pull away, so I keep going, dragging the soft fabric against that sensitive nub. Penelope’s low groan in response is like music to my ears, and I keep it up, letting her get used to the sensations.

Her chest heaves as she breathes through it.

“It feels good,” she whispers. “But?—”

I press harder on her clit, making her whimper and cutting her off. “It’s not a race,” I tell her. “There’s no rush to get there. I could do this forever.”

She whimpers again, spreading her legs even wider. After a second she seems to realize what she just did and tries to close them, but my hand is in the way. It’s obvious how nervous she is, how new to this. From the way she made it sound, she’s never even touched herself this way before.

But I want her to have this. I want to give her this.

“Focus on me,” I murmur into her ear. “Don’t think about anything else. You’re doing so well.”

Her tongue darts out, licking her lips. Gradually, her legs open back up again, and I keep exploring.

Once she’s rocking on my fingers with more confidence, I slip them under her panties, letting her feel the touch of my hand with nothing in the way.

It’s also my first touch of her soft, soaked pussy, and it drags a groan out of me to feel how hot and eager her body is.

Penelope gasps at the touch, her hips grinding forward, and I tuck a smile into her shoulder, letting her get used to this feeling before I move on.

“I think you like it,” I tell her. “I think you like feeling good like this.”

She doesn’t respond with words, but that’s okay. Her body does all the responding I need, getting wetter for me as I press a finger into her.

Just that first finger has her trembling, and I curse under my breath at the way her body sucks me in, like it craves more.

“Oh my god,” Penelope whispers. “Oh my—” Her voice cuts out on another moan as I work that finger in deeper, letting her feel all of it.

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