Page 62 of What A Croc
“I will do my best to make you feel beautiful every day of our lives,” I vowed, then sucked his tip into my mouth. Robert bucked up into me, his back arching and he let out a loud moan of need.
Holding his hips down with one arm, I used my free hand to stroke him, then swallowed more of him down. Twirling my tongue on the underside of his head, I reveled in his needy whimpers. Lapping at his precum, I hummed around him, the vibrations wringing more cries from him.
I loved the sounds he made, how loud and uninhibited he became. Every whimper from him fed my desire.
Pulling off his cock with a pop, I licked my lips, loving the taste of him that lingered. Sliding his leggings down slowly, I pulled them off one foot then the other, taking a few seconds to knead each arch. Robert mewed and stretched like a cat, reaching for me.
My cock was rock hard, and I wanted to be in him so badly, but I wanted something else even more. Sliding back between his legs, I slid my hands under his ass, lifting his hips up. Dipping my head, I licked at his heavy balls, then moved lower.
“Jackssooonnn,” Robert moaned, but I could hear the question in his voice. I had done this during his heat, but I wasn’t sure he even remembered. I needed to taste him. Craved the spicy sweetness that was undeniably Robert. My Robert.
“Shhh.” Pulling his cheeks further apart, I placed his legs over my shoulders, drinking in the scent of him. His pink hole glistened with slick, begging for me to taste him.
I licked him from bottom to top, over his wrinkled hole, loving the taste of him that exploded over my tongue. Again and again I licked him, feeling his muscle loosen, until it let me in. Spreading him, I fucked him with my tongue, relishing the sounds emitting from my omega.
Robert writhed beneath me, against me, shoving his ass into my face. Wanting more. Begging for more.
Reaching out, I grasped his hand, bringing it to his cock. Wrapping his hand around himself, he stroked. Harder and faster, to the same rhythm my tongue moved inside of him.
“J…J…Jackson!”
All of Robert’s muscles tightened around me, and for a moment, I was surrounded by the essence of him. The feel of the soft skin of his thighs. The plumpness of his ass cheeks. His tight hole sucking me in, so wet and ready for me. His scent of cloves and nutmeg and fall spices warming the air I breathed.
Robert’s seed spilled over his hand, onto his rounded stomach, dripping down. Leaning up, I caught a rivulet as it ran down, then another and another. Licking him until his cum was cleaned from his belly.
He lay in a limp heap and watched me through lazy, hooded eyes, a sated smile curling his lips.
Moving up his body, I settled myself until my back was against the headboard and stroked my aching cock withone hand. Crooking a finger at Robert, I beckoned him up.
“What?” He seemed confused, staring at my reclining, seated position.
When he was close enough, I pulled him to me, devouring his lips, my tongue stroking inside his mouth. “Climb aboard,” I couldn’t help my teasing tone.
Robert’s brown eyes lit up with understanding, and he wasted no time throwing his legs over my hips. Steadying him with my hands on his belly, because he was just round enough that his center of gravity was starting to be affected, my cock nudged up into his slick crack.
Robert looked down, between us, then at me. In this position he was taller than me. He was nibbling his bottom lip, in the way he did when he was nervous or unsure about something.
“I’ve…I don’t…” he stammered. “I’ve never done it like this before.”
“No?” Though honestly, I wasn’t that surprised. One, Jane was an alpha female. While during an omega male's heat, it was possible for a female alpha to impregnate an omega, physically it wasn’t the same as being penetrated by a male alpha cock. And two, I doubted Jane would ever want to give up that much control to Robert.
Nipping his bottom lip with my teeth, I growled, “I love this position. You’re in control, sweetheart. All theway. You decide how much of my cock you take and when. You decide how fast or slow we go. You’re in charge.”
His eyes gleamed with interest and desire, and he flexed his hips, rubbing against my cock. His belly slid against mine, and I caressed his mound with both my hands. “I’m in charge?”
“Sweetheart, you’re always in charge, no matter who’s on top.”
Did the man still not realize that he had me hook, line, and sinker? I’d move the earth for him if I could.
He arched his back, running his hands over his chest sensuously. He flicked the tight buds of his nipples, then slid his hands down over his pregnant belly.
“So perfect,” I whispered, leaning up and chasing his lips for another searing kiss that stole my breath.
Robert grasped my cock tightly and I moaned into his mouth. Positioning himself over me, he slid down until my fat head breached his hole. Then he slid another inch, and another, and another.
The tendons in my neck were tight, as I made myself hold still while he slid himself ever so slowly down my length. His heat enveloped me, his tight muscles squeezing me like a perfectly fit glove. Until finally his ass was on my thighs, and I was as far into him as I could get.
“So good,” Robert moaned, his eyes closed and his head back. His hands splayed across my chest, his fingers flexing and teasing across my aching nipples. “So full.”
