Page 28 of Stolen Omega

It’s impossible not to come when he starts to thrust harder. I lose my breath when that feeling crashes over me, leaving me a gasping, trembling wreck in his arms.

He tumbles over the edge as soon as my inner walls contract around his shaft.

Letting out a soft groan, he stills over me, and I hold him close as I catch my breath.

“That was intense,” he murmurs, moving slightly to kiss my cheek, then my mouth.

“It was perfect,” I whisper back.

His hand goes to the tie that he put around my neck, fingers brushing my skin and making me shiver. Despite coming twice since he brought me to bed, I’m still hungry for his touch.

“You didn’t scream,” he teases.

“I thought we didn’t want to make any loud noises?” I ask, raising my eyebrow when he looks up at me.

“Damn, I thought that first time was involuntary,” he admits, his fingers brushing over my collarbone.

“Oh, it was,” I confirm. “And so was the way you stole my breath when I came around your cock.”

He smiles at me. “What do you think will happen when I start to lick you again?”

I smile back. “Why don’t we find out?”

He pulls the tie up gently over my mouth and presses his lips against the material after.

“Just being careful,” he murmurs, before he starts to move down.

I let my legs fall to the sides, keeping them parted as his cock slips out, soaking the sheets with our scents. The bed is seriously going to feel like a nest after tonight. I’m going to need to steal the sheets when we leave this hotel.

My eyes fall closed as Russ kisses his way down my body, his fingers reaching down to stroke over my wet, swollen clit. He’s good with his hands. Gentle, but firm. His touches are precise, and they quicken my breathing, while they make me desperate for more.

I open my eyes when he stops touching me, and I see him licking my slick from his fingers.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs, before he moves down, grabbing my hips and pushing his face between my legs, his tongue thrusting straight into me, as he moans against my drenched skin.

My heart races while he eats me out, his hands keeping me close as his muffled moans get louder.

Somehow, I don’t think the tie is going to do much to keep me quiet when his tongue finally reaches my clit. I clamp my jaw and press my lips together to close them tight. The anticipation is killing me by the time he moves slowly up to run his ravenous tongue over my sensitive nub.

His touch is harder than it was with his fingers, and three, fast, lashing licks are all it takes to push me over the edge. The muffled sounds I make as he continues to lick me are desperate and I’m not sure if he knows I’ve come, or if he just doesn’t want to stop.

Either way, it’s starting to feel like time for a rest.

I tug off the tie and catch my breath.

He looks up at me, his eyes sparkling.

“I could use a break,” I admit. “I think I might be about to pass out.”

He wipes at his mouth and moves to lay down beside me again. I roll onto my side to face him.

His concern is back, but this time it feels like it’s entirely directed at me.

“I should have made sure you ate dinner,” he says, cursing under his breath.

“I’ll eat in a while,” I promise him, reaching out to stroke his cheek.

He frowns at me, so I give him a reassuring smile.

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