Page 26 of Omega's Midlife Love
I ran my fingers through the hair and loved the way he shivered at my touch.
“My turn,” he said, reaching for my seersucker shirt.
His fingers were sure as he worked his way down my buttons, then helped my shirt to fall from my arms to the floor.
He sucked in a breath. “You’re more gorgeous than I imagined.”
I glanced down at the slight softness I always had from tasting what I cooked. I was still slender, but not as toned as he was.
One of his hands came up under my chin and lifted until our eyes met.
“I saw that glance,” he said softly. “You’re absolutely stunning David.”
“I guess I can sometimes be a bit self-conscious,” I admitted.
Alan turned us so that he could guide me back to the bed. “Don’t be,” he said as my legs hit the mattress. He took one of my hands in his and guided it to the bulge in his pants. “Like you,” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss my neck, “I haven’t been with anybody in a long, long time. But I already know that you’re going to be the best man I’ve ever been with.”
I moaned softly as he started kissing my collarbone at the same time that he fumbled with the fly of my trousers. He finally managed to loosen my pants and pushed both them and my boxers down at the same time, freeing my aching cock.
He hissed in a breath as his hand skated over my shaft. “God, that’s a thing of beauty.” Then he eased me onto the bed to pull off my pants and socks.
I pulled him close as soon as he stood and nuzzled his stomach, loving the combination of firm muscles and soft skin against my cheek.
Alan ran his fingers through my hair, a gentle touch that left me feeling treasured all over again.
Then my impatience got the better of me, and I hastily loosened the fly on his pants, pushing them down and finally getting a look at his cock.
I licked my lips as it sprang free, thick, long and beautifully hard. I could already imagine how good it was going to feel inside me.
Alan lifted my chin again. “I’m up here gorgeous.”
I chuckled as he leaned in to kiss me, then he pressed against my shoulders in a way that told me he wanted me to scoot back on the bed.
Alan followed as I moved back, kissing and draping himself over me as our chests came together. The warmth was a reminder that this was real, and that I was about to feel the knot that had fueled my fantasies.
He plunged his tongue into my mouth, exploring me, while his fingers danced down my stomach. He gave my cock a few strokes, then his hand moved between my parted legs and he teased my slick-coated entrance.
“Is this ok?” he asked, finger tracing back and forth over the puckered flesh.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”
He slid one finger inside at the same time he kissed me again, and I allowed myself to drown in the sensation of being touched by him. I rocked my hips against his hand, encouraging him to open me faster, while moaning my appreciation into his mouth.
One finger became two, which soon became three, and I was desperate to feel his cock. “Alpha, please,” I begged.
Alan pulled his fingers free, leaving an empty feeling behind, then shifted so that he was between my legs. I lifted my hips to meet his, wrapped my arms around his neck, and half-moaned half-sighed as he pushed his length into me.
He pressed his forehead to mine once he’d fully sheathed himself and took several deep breaths. “You feel incredible,” he groaned, a hint of an alpha growl already in his voice.
“So do you.”
We stayed that way for several seconds as we adjusted, then he began to thrust.
My entire body exploded in pleasure at the feeling of him moving within. My arms tightened, and I dug my heels into his ass. “Alan…”
He growled possessively, kissing my jaw and neck. “Beautiful, perfect David.”
I whimpered, not remembering the last time I’d had such an attentive alpha in bed. Had I ever?
