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“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I woke up and started to panic that this wasn’t done yet.” She shrugs, swiping her hair behind her ear. “You were really warm. I tried to force myself to go back to sleep, but it just wasn’t happening.”
“Is there anything I can help with?” I ask, brushing my fingers over her pink cheek.
“You can help me up.” She laughs awkwardly. “I’ve been working for a while. I was on my way back to you, and I thought,let me just put these away first, but then I sat down and…”
An unabashed smile crosses my face. “And getting back up was tough?”
“Yeah,” she admits.
Holding out my hands, I stand and wait for her to place her fingers in mine. There are still multiple piles of clothing and other items that will need to be tackled tomorrow, but for now, it’s time to rest.
Chelsea isn’t settled, even after we make it back into bed. She wiggles around, and even though she tries to stay quiet, she’s grunty.
Pulling the hair back from her face, I plant a kiss just below her ear. “Are you doing okay, love?”
She glances at me over her shoulder with her brow furrowed. “Sorry. I’m ruining your night of sleep.”
“Hardly, but I would like to know what has you unsettled.”
“I don’t even know,” she whispers as her eyes fall shut. “I just can’t seem to shut off my head.”
“Would you like me to rub your back?”
Her head shakes.
“Hmm, would you like me to massage your scalp?” I offer.
“I’m not sure, but I love the way you smell. It soothes my system, even if my mind is kind of a mess.”
“Well, you could roll over and bury your nose in my neck. Or we could try something we didn’t get to explore the full scope of the other day in my office.”
“I’m open to whatever,” she says as her eyes pop open.
“Do you have panties on?” I ask.
Her head shakes.
I didn’t think so, based solely on when I ran my hand over her ass as I kissed her before we got into bed. Shoving my sweats down to my thighs, I grind against her backside.
“Perfect.” It comes out as much more of a purr than I intended. “Lift your head for me.” The little omega complies, and I tuck my arm under her head but bring my other hand to her mouth. I flatten my palm and tell her tolick. She again follows directions beautifully. I move my fingers into her mouth and get my entire hand nice and juicy before sliding it down and wrapping it around my cock. Once that’s saturated, I spit on my fingers and bring them to her core. “If you experience any discomfort, speak up.”
“Okay.”
“Such a good girl,” I coo. “Lift your top leg for me.” Once that’s done, I position my tip at her opening and gently thrust.I’m only half hard, but it’s enough to seat myself inside her. This isn’t about sex, anyway. It’s about intimacy and connection.
Rolling my hips a few times, I settle against her ass. I use the hand of the arm under her head to brush the top of her head and bring my left hand back to her mouth.
“Suck,” I murmur, offering her my fingers. Her naughty little tongue feels like heaven with her tight heat wrapped around my thickening shaft, but I breathe through the intense urge to thrust. I continue to soothe my hand over her forehead, and she snuggles back into my chest. It takes some focus, but I will myself to purr, the sound rattling out around the room. “See, cock warming isn’t about the physical act of completion, but the intimate connection it fosters.” I hum. “I suppose it can mean different things for different people, but that’s what I’m hoping to gain and to provide you.”
“This is nice,” she mumbles around my fingers.
I chuckle. “Very good. Now, I’ll be occasionally thrusting to stay hard, but with the way you’re suckling my fingers, that might not be necessary. If you decide you’d like to come, all you need to do is ask.” Stretching over her, I kiss her cheek before settling back against the pillow. “Otherwise, rest, sweet omega.”
I wake slowly, my palm sliding over Chelsea’s stomach. At some point, her sleeping gown ended up tucked just under her breasts. Chelsea’s breathing hitches, and she freezes.
Ahh, that would be how my cock is still rock hard and inside her. Actually, I suppose it’s hard again, because realistically speaking, there’s no way it stayed that way during hours of us both being asleep.
“Feel free to continue,” I murmur, sliding my hand down to tease her clit.
