Page 27 of Omega's Midlife Love
He moved with long, languid thrusts, taking his time to feel me anew each time he pushed in, and I loved it. This wasn’t about knotting, though there was no question that we would get there.
No, Alan seemed determined to enjoy me for as long as we could both last, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to speed things up unnecessarily. Each thrust was perfection, as if he had carved out a home for himself within me, and I welcomed the way he made me feel whole as he filled me.
Time ceased to exist. It was just Alan and I, joined in the most intimate of ways, moaning each other’s name between kisses.
But as the pleasure between us ramped up, so did the need. Finally it was too much, and I moved one arm from his shoulders to stroke my cock to the pace of his thrusts.
“Don’t hold back David,” he growled in my ear. “Let me feel you.”
I whimpered as I dragged my fingers over the head of my cock, teasing the delicate skin, before wrapping my hand around the shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive underside. It only took a few more thrusts before I came, Alan’s name on my lips.
He growled as he continued thrusting, prolonging my orgasm. Then he stilled, and I sighed at the feel of his cock pulsing his release.
Alan collapsed onto his elbows, his mouth seeking mine. We kissed for several minutes before he slid from me and settled on the mattress.
“That was incredible,” he murmured, tracing his fingers along my jaw.
“Mm-hmm,” I agreed, still tingling with pleasure.
His hand slid down my chest, but stopped when it touched where my release had landed.
He growled again, swiping at it, then brought his fingers to his lips, licking it off.
“Fuck…” I breathed.
His eyes darkened, and my cock started to harden again.
Alan kissed my shoulder, then shifted to kiss down my chest, licking my spend from me, his growl of desire deepening as he went. Finally he knelt by my hips and tapped me twice.
I turned onto my stomach and lifted my ass, already slick and ready to take him again.
The first time was making love, this time would be about sating instinct. I shivered in anticipation.
Alan settled himself between my legs and ran his hands appreciatively over my ass, then plunged himself deep with a single thrust.
“Alpha!” I cried.
He growled, then leaned over me, fucking me hard and fast while sucking marks onto my shoulders.
If the previous time had been a slowly rising tide, then this orgasm was approaching like a tsunami. Each thrust made my toes curl, his cock pressing against my sweet spot every time he hit home.
“Alpha… alpha, please,” I begged, craving his knot.
He reached beneath me and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking it hard and fast.
“Milk my knot for me, omega,” he growled in my ear.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, the dirty talk just ramping up my need.
Then his hand twisted on my shaft just right, and pleasure cascaded over me.
“Alpha!” I cried, my orgasm sending every nerve into overdrive.
Alan continued to fuck me hard and fast, then finally he stilled, his knot expanding and locking us together, forcing one final wave of pleasure to overtake me.
I was definitely going to feel that in the morning, but damn was it worth it.
He breathed deep from my neck as his cock pulsed, then collapsed against me.
“David…” he sighed, as if my name encompassed everything about the moment to him.
I merely hummed in response, still too overcome to really respond.
He kissed my shoulder several times, then tugged us onto our sides. He wrapped his arms around me, and I fell asleep while he was still trying to pull a blanket over us.
