Page 58 of Knot Your Sunshine
"I—I should probably drive you back," he says, but his hands tighten on my waist, contradicting his words.
"Don't," I whisper against his mouth. "Please don't stop."
He groans and captures my lips again, backing me against the counter. I feel him hard against my stomach through his jeans, and slick pools between my thighs.
"Mia," he pants, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. "Tell me if this is too fast—"
"It's not." I pull him back down. "I want this. Want you."
There's a worn leather couch in the corner. We stumble toward it, kissing desperately. He sits and I climb into his lap, my sundress riding up my thighs. His hard length presses exactly where I need it, and we both gasp.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes, hands spanning my waist. "Been thinking about this since you walked into that conference room."
I roll my hips experimentally and his head falls back. "Just thinking?"
"Dreaming. Fantasizing. Running probability calculations on whether you'd ever want—"
I silence him with another kiss, grinding down against him. The friction through our clothes is perfect torture. His hands slide under my dress, fingers tracing patterns on my thighs that make me shiver.
"Can I?" His fingers hover at the edge of my underwear.
I nod frantically, beyond words. He pushes the fabric aside and groans when he finds how wet I am.
"That's it, right there!" I gasp as his fingers find exactly the right spot to tease.
I rock against his hand while grinding against his hardness, chasing the building pressure. He watches my face with intense focus, adjusting his touch based on every sound I make, every shiver.
"That's it," he murmurs as I get close. "Let go for me."
The combination of his fingers, his voice, and the friction against him sends me over. I come hard, muffling my cry against his shoulder as waves of pleasure crash through me.
He holds me through it, pressing kisses to my temple, my cheek, murmuring how beautiful I am.
When I can think again, I reach between us, palming him through his jeans. He hisses.
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." I work his zipper down, freeing him. He's thick and hot in my hand, already leaking and his knot already swelling. "Want to make you feel good too."
I stroke him, using the moisture at the tip to ease the glide. He watches me with dark eyes, breath coming in harsh pants. I shift angle, grinding against him while working him with my hand, and the dual sensation makes us both moan.
"Mia, I'm—" His voice breaks. "Close."
I speed up, grinding harder, and he comes with a broken sound, spilling over my hand and his shirt.
We stay in this position, breathing hard, my hand feeling his knot fully inflated… making my omega very proud of her work.
"That was..." he starts.
"Amazing," I finish.
He laughs, soft and happy. "Thank god I keep spare clothes here for when I sleep over after late roasting sessions."
I giggle against his shoulder. "Any chance you have spare women's underwear lying around? Mine are completely soaked."
"I'll see what I can find for you." He chuckles and gives me a tender kiss. "Now, let me make you some more coffee. And then I'm going to try very hard not to jump you again on that couch."
I nuzzle his throat, smile against his skin. “No promises on my end.”
