Page 65 of Knot Forever

I can’t hold back my groan. “You’re good at this.”

“I did my research. This technique, the oil spreading, is calledeffleurage. It meanslight friction.It increases your blood flow and helps to stimulate your muscles.”

Stimulation is right, but as Marcus continues his methodical work, my body loosens until I’m a lazy, pliable omega under his hands.

“I don’t think I can move,” I mumble into the pillow.

Marcus places the oil back on the table and lays down next to me, his hand on his elbow.

My eyes open the smallest bit. “What next?”

Marcus fiddles with a strand of my hair. “I’ve never done this before, and I want to learn about what you like.”

Even my blink feels lazy. “Okay.”

He hesitates. “For this… for our first time. Would you lay back and let me touch you? That way, I can take it slowly.”

My eyes fly open. “You want me to be a pillow princess?”

“What’s that?”

I try to explain. “It’s someone who enjoys laying back and receiving pleasure. It used to be considered something negative, like you were lazy, but now it’s more about knowing what you want, and accepting that you want to be adored and that’s okay. If… that makes sense?”

His mouth twists. “It does. I like that. I’d like to adore you, Nova.”

God, this alpha. My heart squeezes in my chest. “I think I’d like to be adored by you.”

His hands are reverent as he helps me lay back, the pillows helping me to see as Marcus kneels in front of me. His hands move to my knees, sliding down my thighs.

“Open your thighs for me, Nova. I want to see you.”

My breath catches in my throat as I open them, spreading myself wide for him. Marcus sucks in a breath as he looks at me, and there’s so much heat andintentionin his gaze that I think I might melt without him even touching me.

“Never hide yourself from me,” he murmurs. “I want to look at you like this all the time, Nova.”

His hands continue moving up and down my legs as I wait. Heat starts to build in my core as he watches me, before his hands move up and over my body, mirroring his earlier movements as he massages my skin.

I whimper when he reaches my breasts, and his smile is slow as he cups my breasts. “Pretty, Nova.”

His cock juts out, and my eyes slide down to it as he plays with my nipples, tweaking and pulling them until they’re almost painful with sensation. I jump when he leans in, and my head falls back as he licks them, gripping them with his hands. “More.”

He licks his lips when he finally sits up. “I’m going to taste your pussy now.”

My legs actually shake as he moves down, the sight of his ruffled blonde hair moving between my legs a new addiction I didn’t even know I had. I can’t see what he’s doing, and the first, long lick of his tongue through my folds makes me jolt upright. “Marcus!”

His hands gently press into my thighs, a reminder, and I fall back against the pillows, my fingers twisting in the bedding as he laps at me. His mouth closes around my clit, sucking firmly, and his name slips from my lips as my first release hits me hard enough to make me see stars.

His face is satisfied as he sits back, licking his lips. “You taste like bakewells, Nova. Delicious.”

I choke on my breath as his hand dips between my legs, gathering up the slick before he strokes it over his cock, his hand moving up and down in firm motions before he moves forward.

The feel of him at my entrance steals my breath as he lifts my hips, fitting himself to me as he pushes in. His brow furrows, and he closes his eyes. “Nova.”

“It’s okay, Marcus.” My voice trembles as my hands cover his, the only part of him I can reach. “Slowly.”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”

Marcus slides in and out of my pussy, his hips flexing in perfect rhythm as he fucks me. Lying back, I enjoy the view, the golden hair on his chest glinting in the light, his eyes dark and intense as we move.

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