Page 45 of Patiently Yours
“You’re just a disguised softie, huh?” Her teasing eyes gleam with amusement.
I guess I don’t hide my emotions as well as I thought.
“Oh, shush. I bet you feel the same way about your best friend. What’s her name?”
She beams at the mention of her friend. “Rory. She moved to town our senior year of high school. We hit it off immediately, decided to apply to the same college, and the rest is history.”
“I’m really glad you found someone that understands you like that. It’s special.”
“It is. I’m glad you did, too. It’s like everything landed exactly where it’s meant to.”
As the night went on, our conversations felt endless. We talked about anything and everything, to preferences of fruits (anything seedless) to favorite animated movies (hers, Beauty and the Beast; mine, Princess Mononoke). I learned that she’s an only child and loves hazelnut M&Ms (which I figured because Ciro now keeps them stocked up in our pantry and won’t let us eat them). It’s never tiresome or boring. I feel just as rejuvenated as I did before she arrived, which is interesting with someone like me who needs alone time to recharge.
After we finished Flipped, we put on a movie called Beastly.
“Will you,” she starts before I make room for her in the same position we were laying before. She gnaws at her lip nervously. I raise my hand and gently run my thumb over it, causing her teeth to release. Her eyes flutter closed before she gives a soft sigh. “Can we spoon?”
My lips twitch at the corners before I let the smile free. “Of course, come here.” I wrap my arm around her as I lay us both down so we can face the movie. When we’re settled, I tug her back further, silently groaning at the way she fits so perfectly against me. She morphs her body to mine, squirming slightly to get settled, which causes her ass to swipe along my cock. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep quiet.
We fall silent in our new position as we return to watching the movie. I let my arm grasp her tighter, position my chin to rest in the crook of her neck. In my periphery, I see her eyes flutter shut, making me privy to the idea that she’s just as affected by our proximity as I am.
It makes my heart soar within the confines of my chest.
We’re content, and I let my hand trail over her arm, giving her soothing caresses. Her skin is so soft and the goosebumps that follow my finger’s wake is so addicting that I continue,trailing over every surface of skin it can find. Her fingers, collarbones, and then back to her bicep. I find a rhythm and bask in gratitude that I have such a lovely omega spending this moment with me.
I finally give up my torture and wrap my arm back around her stomach. My thumb brushes the bare skin of her stomach where her shirt has ridden up, and an almost-silent gasp falls from her lips, her body tensing from the accidental touch. Her perfume blooms.
My body tenses, both nerves and excitement twisting in my stomach.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper in her ear before placing a peck to her hair, “I’ll only touch you if you want me to.”
I feel her nod. As soon as I turn my attention back to the film, I feel her delicate fingers holding mine before she hesitates. I sit and wait, watching as she processes her own movement. When she starts to move my hand lower, I relax into her and finally let the groan in my body escape.
My fingers play with the waistband of her leggings. “Tell me, Stacia.” I let one finger dip in slightly, feeling the skin there. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I… I need you,” she gasps, and it folds my reprieve.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” I whisper but it comes out in a husk. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone. This would be the first time with someone I cared about this deeply. The anticipation is leaving me breathless as I guide my hand into the front of her leggings. I feel the lace of her panties beneath my fingertips; I memorize it, this feeling, before I dip underneath them and finally cup her pussy, feeling the coarse hair wet underneath my palm, my fingers sliding lower.
I get a whiff of her potent scent, the lavender arousal flooding my sheets. I’ll never get the smell out and I am fucking joyous over it.
“Omega,” I let the moan escape as I bury my face in her neck. “Is this all for me? Are you aching, baby?”
“Y-Yes.” Her hips buck into my hand timidly.
I put more pressure, loving the way she’s nervously riding my hand. “Take what you need, Stacia.”
She moans, her movements becoming more confident. She places her hands on top of mine, pushing my fingers further until they’re circling her entrance.
“Do you need my fingers in your pussy, Omega?” I nip at her ear. “Put our fingers where you need them.”
I feel her slick coating my fingers and it sends a rush to my cock. She slides our hands down, our contact separating as she sinks two of my fingers into her. The way she clenches around them instantly makes my head spin.
“Fuck…” The rasp escapes as her head falls to my shoulder. I slide them in deeper, curling my fingers to find the spot that makes her legs shake. When she chokes on a moan, I know I’ve found it. I gently massage her as my composure quickly dissolves.
“Stacia.” I pull my fingers out of her and maneuver us so she’s on her back. I look upon her face, her eyes heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “I need to taste you.”
I swallow the sigh that emits from her as I put my lips to hers. The first lazy swipe of her tongue against mine causes fireworks to explode throughout my body, the intensity of it almost overwhelming, but oh-so good that I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
