Gasping for air, I pant, “What’s that?”
Lowie curses colorfully, hands gripping me tightly, and I clench around him before relaxing once more. “Christ, Juno, you have no idea how much you being innocent to all things sex is doing for me. It’s taking everything in me not to bury my knot in you and rut you until morning, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from yourbody until you pass the fuck out with me buried as deep in you as I can go.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” I huff out a laugh, one that quickly bleeds into a cry of pleasure when Lowie grinds against me, that fleshy bulge teasing my entrance with a promise I can feel down to my bones.
“That, baby,” he grits, pulling out slowly, only to pump his hips and sink his cock deep inside me the next moment. “Is my knot. And you’ll get it only after I’ve felt you come around me at least twice. I want you a puddle of need before I bury my knot inside this sweet fucking pussy, where I plan to stay all night.”
With the way pleasure is coursing through every inch of my body, arousal pooling where Lowie continues to fuck and grind into me, he won’t hear a single complaint from me. This is the most intense pleasure, aside from the night I spent between both twins, I have ever experienced. I never want it to end, my eyes officially open to everything I’ve been missing. And, although it took me until now to get rid of my virginity, every ounce of me is ecstatic it was to one of the guys I plan to keep.
And he’s making it a pretty easy decision, too, as his hips flex with every pump of his shaft. The feeling of fullness does something unexplainable to me, and I find myself wanting to press my chest lower to the bed, white-knuckled grip clenching tightly to my new sheets that are being so beautifully christened.
“Christ, Angel. You’re getting tighter and tighter every time I sink into you,” Lowie growls, sounding far more unhinged than he did moments before, and the sound of him unraveling has me arching my back as he takes me harder and faster, not a single bite of pain breaking through the unparalleled pleasure I’m welcomingly drowning in.
With every thrust, my body tightens, and through my moans and the delirious arousal rocking my body, I realize just how close I am to toppling over the ledge Lowie is gunning for. And, sure enough, he knows it, too.
“You’re close, Angel. I can feel you gripping me. Can smell how turned on you are,” he proclaims through his own pants, his hot body warm against mine, hands roaming over every inch of skin he can get in contact with from where he’s positioned behind me. I’m in such a state, basking in every feeling and emotion that washes over me, that it takes me a moment to realize those hands have pulled my body upward, my back finding itself plastered to Lowie’s heated front.
The new angle is mind shattering, Lowie’s cock sinking impossibly deeper without his knot breaching the tight ring of muscle that will welcome him at any second. It only takes two grinds of his hips before my limbs begin shaking, that ledge drawing closer and closer.
I cry out when Lowie trails kisses over my neck, still fucking me brainless, right before he bites down on the crook of my neck. It’s not enough to break the skin, but I’ll be damned if my omega brain doesn’t confuse the sexy pinch of my skin between his teeth as an attempted bond. Clearly the idea of a bond with him is all I need to careen over the edge of a fucking cliff, moaning loudly as my climax washes over me so suddenly that I almost tip forward. If it wasn’t for Lowie holding me to his chest, one arm banded beneath my breasts while the other claims my hip in a tight grip, I’d surely be a puddle on the bed once more.
“Shit, that’s it, Angel. Just like that,” Lowie croons, his voice rough with arousal. It only drags my orgasm out that little bit longer, my walls fluttering rapidly around him while I try to catch my breath and sanity. Something that doesn’t last very long before Lowie trails the hand on my hip downward, his nimble fingers finding my clit with expert ease.as he whispers in my ear, “One down, another to go. I want you gushing before I’m buried to the hilt inside you, baby.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, that bundle of nerves beyond sensitive, the first touch of his fingers making my walls tighten enough that Lowie grunts behind me.
His other hand finds purchase around my neck, like a hand collar that only tightens a fraction, keeping me secured to his heavingchest. What’s absolutely crazy is how much I like it, a new flush of slick pooling between my legs, dripping all over Lowie and down my inner thighs. I’d be more embarrassed if Lowie hadn’t cussed and moaned in my ear, his fingers exploring where he’s still buried inside me, coating his fingers in my wet heat before finding my clit once more.
“Lowie,” I moan, gripping the arm attached to the hand around my throat, my back aching in such a way that I feel his knot pressing into me. He teases that ring of muscle like he knows exactly how to get a rise out of me, and if I wasn’t so out of my mind for him, I’d question it.
As it was, the fucker circles my clit with the perfect amount of pressure and speed, right before he tilts my head and grits, “Give me another, Juniper. Come for me, because I need to be knot-deep right fucking now. You’re driving me crazy, baby.”
Stretched around him, his cock so deep that I can’t even fathom where I end and he begins, I drop my head to his shoulder while I moan, pant, and gasp with every grind of his hips and touch of his fingers. It takes very little effort and time before I’m racing toward another finish line, a thin coat of sweat covering my skin to match Lowie.
“Oh, shit, yes. Let it go, Angel. Come all over my cock,” he demands roughly, pushing that little bit deeper until his knot meets resistance at my opening. It’s all it takes to send me hurtling into another release that has me seeing stars, my vision blurring at the same time my body grows entirely lax.
I’m only vaguely aware of Lowie lying me down, his chest still plastered to my back, all while I try to snag some semblance of sanity and catch my breath. I can smell him all around me, his sandalwood and coconut scent that sends pulses of comfort and warmth through me as his hands are roaming over my trembling body, his touch fervent and soft. I’m smiling through the afterglow even as I remember the way his inflated knot is burrowing against my opening, enjoying the feel of him inside me, on top of me, and all around me. It’smaddening and addictive and something I want to experience for the rest of my life.
When he doesn’t make to move, to finally give me what he’s been teasing me with, I wiggle beneath him and mutter into the pillow, “Are you waiting for me to beg?”
Lowie chuckles at my teasing, brushing my hair from my face to say, “Just waiting for you to come back down to earth, Angel. You with me?”
“I’m with you,” I whisper, nodding with my smile in place. “Make me yours, Lowie.”
Groaning, he leans in to claim my mouth in a brutal kiss right before he pumps his hips and slots his knot into my body without warning or preamble. I’m pretty sure I black out from the pleasure overload, only coming to when my body convulses with another orgasm that seems to last eons.
“Holy shit. Oh my fucking god,” Lowie chants against my mouth, clinging to me so tightly that it’s a miracle I can intake even a sip of air. Not that I mind, finding huge amounts of enjoyment in the way he can’t seem to let me go, even as his hips grind against my ass and I’m mewling at the insane feel of all of him buried inside my pussy. “Fuck, Juno. That feels better than anything I would have imagined.”
His words take a moment to register in my mind, even slower for understanding to dawn on me. But, surely not, right? I mean, with that expertise? The way he touches me, speaks to me, handles me? Maybe I heard him wrong, because there’s no way it sounds like Lowie just inadvertently told me that he, too, was a virgin. Right?
Before I can even form a response to that particularly mind-blowing revelation, Lowie is turning us on our sides, his knot securing us both together in a way that is far more intimate than I’d have ever thought of. As soon as I’m on my side, Lowie slings my leg over his, opening me wide, and I can’t help but peer down the expanse of my body to look at where his cock and knot are nestled inside me.
As soon as he has me where he wants me, Lowie begins thrusting shallowly, moving only as much as his knot will allow, and I swear it sends me into another dimension. His knot rubs against every sensitive nerve inside me, all while his cock drags against my still fluttering walls, creating a sensation I’ve never felt before but could easily grow addicted to. I can feel him everywhere, his scent filling the room, mingling with mine so beautifully that I debate whether or not I’ll actually wash my sheets once we’re done. And all the while, Lowie hugs me to him, melding my body to his as he fucks me closer and closer to yet another orgasm that I feel racing toward me with all of the force of a rocket being launched into outer fucking space.
“You gonna to come again, baby?” Lowie groans into my ear before kissing the skin behind it. He follows it with several more along my neck and shoulder, while one of his hands splays over my lower stomach just above my pubic bone, and the other cups my heavy breast, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipples. “You have no idea how badly I want you to come again. That pussy pulsing around me while you make more of those sexy sounds I’m obsessed with. Give it to me, Angel. And take me with you. Milk me for every drop I have, I’m fucking begging you.”
Oh, fuck. Shit, fuck. Oh my god.
I didn’t know I had that particular kink, but the way his words are strained around his pretty pleas is enough to send me careening into another mind blanking, eyesight taking, breath stealing orgasm that I feel down to the very marrow of my bones. My walls pulse around him as I scream into the pillows below me, my climax stealing all thoughts and sanity beyond the feel of him inside me and the sheer pleasure Lowie brings me.