Page 55 of Craving Their Omega

She whimpers softly, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before answering. “Yes. Yes, I’m close, please.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I tell her. “Come for me. Come all over my hand.”

It’s almost like magic. She grinds down harder, faster, hips working at a feverish pace as she takes what she needs to crest the top of the hill.

She doesn’t hold anything back, and if there are any nerves left in her, then they’re taking a backseat to being so close to coming undone. She clearly wants it, clearly needs it, and it’s only a matter of seconds later before she’s being hit by that tension and coming hard.

Her voice breaks on a soft cry, and her pussy contracts around my fingers like it wants to try to milk them dry.

For a second all I can think about is how fucking good that would feel on my cock, but I push that thought away, working my fingers until Penelope collapses against me.

Her breathing is harsh and I can feel her heartbeat racing chaotically as she comes down from the highs of her pleasure. She practically melts against me, loose and boneless.

Fuck, she smells so good. This close, it’s overwhelming, and it just makes my cock even harder, makes me want her so much fucking more.

I drop my head down to her neck and inhale there, letting her scent wash over me. It doesn’t do anything to calm the way arousal beats through my body, but I can’t help myself.

“So…” I murmur, nuzzling against her. “How was your first orgasm, little bird?”

“It was good,” she whispers. “Amazing.”

“Good. You deserve to feel good.”

She rests against me for a few minutes and then stands up on shaky legs. “Thank you,” she murmurs, glancing up at me shyly. “I appreciate that you did that for me.”

It’s funny that she thinks there’s anything altruistic about it. Or that it wasn’t as good for me as it was for her to have her falling apart in my lap like that.

Still, I smile at her, my cock still throbbing from the feel of her ass pressed against me. The flush on her cheeks is so fucking attractive, and even more so is the knowledge that I put it there. She looks equal parts wrecked and satisfied because of me.

“You’re welcome,” I tell her, pleasure and satisfaction curling around my words and making my voice just that bit deeper. “Wife.”

Her cheeks flush even darker at that last part, and that’s just as good as everything else for me.

Chapter 20

Penelope

After… that, everyone has another piece of cake.

Tristan and Xavier don’t say anything about what they just saw, and Xavier goes back to raving about the cake and how he wants to bring me a recipe for a cake he liked when he was a kid and see if I could replicate it.

Pretty much everything goes right back to normal, as if I didn’t come in front of them not fifteen minutes ago. On the one hand, that’s good because I don’t want to rehash it or anything or discuss it with the other two. On the other hand, I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m trying to act normal, finishing my dessert and washing it down with some water, laughing when Xavier says something that makes Tristan and Dominic both roll their eyes at him. But my brain is firmly stuck on what happened. My body is still buzzing from it, and it’s like I can feel Dominic’s hands still on me, caressing my curves and sliding inside me.

Maybe it just feels so big because it was the first time that’s happened to me. Maybe for Dominic, Tristan, and Xavier, it’s not that noteworthy and that’s how they can just go back to business as usual without a thought.

Either way, it’s pretty clear that I’m not going to be able to get it off my mind, and sitting here pretending like everything’s normal is going to drive me nuts. I have a weird energy humming under my skin, and every time I shift in my chair, it’s like I can feel where Dominic’s fingers were.

“I’m pretty tired after everything,” I say when there’s a lull in the conversation. “I think I’m going to head to bed early.”

“You had a big day,” Xavier says, and it’s hard to tell if he’s teasing or being genuine. Either way, he’s not wrong.

Dominic smirks a little, but the three of them bid me a good night, and I escape up the stairs to my room, grateful to close the door between me and everything that happened down in the dining room.

My heart is still racing, and I can still feel everything in my body.

There’s a throb between my legs, and my clit feels so sensitive when it rubs against my panties. My nipples are pebbled and tight, and just the brush of the soft sweatshirt fabric against them sends shivers down my spine.

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