Page 93 of Patiently Yours
“I was a bit jealous of my brothers for a while. Watching you meet them for the first time… the potency of the attraction between you and them. I had forgotten that as a beta, I missed out on that with you. That… strong pull between scents.” I give her a small smile. “I love the way we met, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world because you areeverythingto me. I don’t feel that way anymore, but I did. It was the only time I wished things were different. ThatIwas different”
Her eyes gloss over. “And you promise you don’t feel that way anymore?”
I nod just as she cradles my face in her palms. Her voice comes out husky as she whispers, “I never told you howIfelt the night we met.”
I swallow the soft gasp threatening to escape, our gazes locking, filling me up with desire and elation. “I remember wishing that you would wrap your arms around me, contemplated asking you to do so. Your scent was intoxicating… despite the outdoors, despite our designations… you werebreathtaking.”
Her praise plus the weight of her body pressing against mine makes me groan. Smelling her for the first time, even while slightly inebriated, was all I had ever wanted. I remember thinking she was the most beautiful omega I had ever seen, but now I look at her and see that, plus so much more. She’s the most wonderful, tenderhearted, drop-dead gorgeous human being to ever walk this planet.
And she’s inmylap, speaking pretty words and grinding on my cock.
She sees the way she’s affecting me, smells the spike of my scent. Her eyes remain on me, but her lower body never stops moving over mine. A moan gets trapped in my throat as she rubs against my nearly-hardened cock in just the right spot.
“Back then, I didn’t realize I wanted a pack. I was still in denial, but I knew what my attraction to you meant. I’m sorry for not showing you then what I knew and felt, but maybe I can show you now.”
She sways her body to a stop before she begins her descent downwards. I zone in on the motion with half-lidded eyes, my breathing already feeling labored and heavy.
She gives me a questioning gaze, and all I can do is nod my consent since I’m still amazed that this is even happening.
I help her pull my sweats down along with my boxers, and instead of pulling them to my thighs, she rips them all the way off and throws them to the corner. I laugh at her dramatic throw just before I hiss at the feel of her hand wrapping around me.
“Oh fuck, Stacia,” my eyes close briefly as my blood rushes to meet her, sending sparks up my spine. I reopen them to see Stacia already watching me, waiting for the moment I set my gaze on her to finally lick from the base to the tip without breaking eye contact. I can’t hold back the whimper that the sight pulls out of me.
She takes me fully into her mouth, sending me into immediate ecstasy. I rest a hand behind my head while I use my other hand to caress her hair.
She hums around my cock and I excruciatingly will my hips to stay still and not force myself deeper. I watch her head as she bobs up and down slowly, savoring the taste and smell of me before I notice her dip her hand into her own shorts.
Oh holy?—
She pops off of me. “Ciro, do you like a bit of anal play?”
If she turns around cowgirl style, I’ll loose my fuckingmind.
“Y-Yes,” I whisper, trying to rein in control from deep inside myself.
I feel her smirk against my thigh before giving a giggle. “Good. I’ve always wanted to try this.”
She taps my knees, and when I don’t realize her instruction she starts to move them herself, bending them before placing my feet back flat on the cushy surface. She goes back to swallowing my cock, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head, and I almost forget about her anal comment until I feel something wet and determined circling my entrance.
“Fuck me,” I groan as Stacia puts her hand between her legs to collect more of her own slick before coming back to prepare me. I definitely didn’t think this is what she meant, but I am not complaining. I love my ass played with, but most women don’t respond to it very well so I’ve stopped asking.
I should have never assumed that wouldn’t be the case with Stacia. She is literally perfect for me in every way.
She collects more slick, feeling her way through the motions as a first timer. I let her explore, feeling the anticipation climbing as each second goes by. When she’s finally confident that there’s enough lubrication, she throats me deep and probes my entrance with her finger, finally sticking the tip in.
The growling moan that escapes me is loud and intense. I feel the intrusion, and I’m already imagining how erotic it’ll be when she gets all the way in and touches my…
She sinks her digit in further, slowly but eager. She never gives my cock a rest, using her mouth and tongue to distract me from what she thinks is a tight intrusion, but I know I’m ready for more.
“Please, Stacia,” I beg, feeling like a balloon that’s going to pop from the pressure as I start to grind on her hand. “Give me another finger, baby.”
She nods, her other finger joins the first and continues their penetration.
“You’re doing so good, my precious doe. I never want anyone else in my ass for as long as I live.” I wrap her hair around my fist, but let her control the pace. “Do you want to peg mesomeday, baby? I bet you’d make me feel so good, fucking me in the ass.”
She moans with my cock deep in her throat and the vibration causes the first tingle to shoot up my spine. Her fingers bottom out inside me, and her experimental curl makes her fingers hit my prostate perfectly.
“Right there, baby,” I gasp out, letting a whimper fall from my lips. She probes it a few more times before pulling her fingers out and thrusting them back in. It takes a few tries, but she gets into a rhythm of hitting the spot with every thrust, and I realize that I am utterly ruined by this girl.
