Page 228 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
My shoulders puff up with pride.
I just got my first sex-related injury.
“That was on me,” I admit. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Let’s try this again,” I suggest.
“Please.” She nods wildly.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur. My tongue flicks down her neck as one of my thumbs brushes over her tight pink nipple.
“Thank you,” she says. “But I’m honestly fighting the urge to wrap my hand in your curls and shove you toward...”
I chuckle, shaking my head. I’d be fine if she did.
“You’re so much taller than I am that I think that might be impossible,” she mutters.
“We can make it work.” I rake my teeth over the curve of her breast and pinch her other nipple. She bows toward me. It makes me grin against her skin as she wiggles against my pelvis.
The fog slides in, growing thicker, and everything feels hazy as she claws at my back and shoulders.
A string of mostly incoherent begging spills from her lips as I flick my tongue over her nipple and gently bite her tit.
“Holy shit,” she moans. “You should do that to my clit.”
“I need you to tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” I say, pushing up to look at her.
“I will. I promise,” she whimpers. “I don’t like that you’re not inside me. You should do that now. It will make me very happy, and I’ll love it.”
“You’re really fucking cute.” I give her other nipple a quick suck before licking and kissing my way down.
She moans as my stubble tickles across her hip bone. I scoot back until I’m kneeling and give her a playful smile.
I have no idea when her fingers ended up buried in her pussy. I wrap my hand around her wrist and bring them to my mouth, grinning the entire time.
“Fuck,” I groan, noticing the line of slick that links her hand to her pussy.
God, it’s almost too much.
A low growl escapes as I lap at her small fingers. She tastes like sweet vanilla cream with tinges of coconut. “Fuck, Mel. It’s like I can’t get enough.”
I guide her hand back down, flicking her digits through her drenched lower lips and bringing them to my mouth again.
“I need you,” she sobs as her free arm falls to cup her soft lower stomach.
My eyes widen.
I need backup right now. Where the hell are Nik and Miller? They’re both way more experienced than I am. At least Nik is. Miller has ten years of life experience on me too.
“I’m twenty-four,” I tell her, tilting my head to study her face.
“I’m twenty-six,” she replies, but she’s in pain. It’s clear enough from her tone. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“It’s two years,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re hardly robbing the cradle. Nik and Miller on the other hand...”
“Oliver,” she whines.
