"You're beautiful," he says, voice rough with desire.
I should feel self-conscious. My body isn't perfect, and after my last few disastrous rounds of romance, my confidence has definitely been shaken, but the genuine appreciation in his eyes banishes any insecurity. Instead, I reach behind my back to unhook my bra, letting it fall away. Glad I opted for the strapless today because I don't think I can remember how to take off my own damn shirt.
His sharp intake of breath is gratifying. More so when his hands replace the fabric, cupping and exploring with a reverence that makes my heart stutter.
Darren growls as he captures my mouth in a kiss that leaves no doubt about his intentions. His thumbs brush over my nipples, drawing a gasp from me that he swallows eagerly.
We're moving fast. This isn't how I usually do things. But nothing about Darren fits into my usual patterns, and maybe that's a good thing.
What did doing things the right way with Mark ever get me? Or the others?
His mouth leaves mine to trail down my neck, across my collarbone, and finally to my breast. The first touch of his tongue against my nipple sends a jolt of pleasure through me so intense I arch into him, a moan escaping before I can stop it.
"Gods, the sounds you make," he murmurs against my skin. "I want to hear more of them."
His hands slide to the button of my jeans, pausing there. "Is this okay?"
The fact that he asks, that he checks in despite the obvious desire written across his features, makes my heart flutter. "Yes," I breathe. "Please."
He makes quick work of the button and zipper, helping me shimmy out of the denim without dislodging me from my perch on the table. My panties follow, leaving me naked except for my open blouse while he remains fully clothed.
"This seems unfair," I observe, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
He grins, stepping back just long enough to pull the shirt over his head in one smooth motion. The sight of him, all defined muscle and tanned skin, momentarily steals my breath. Tattoos I hadn't noticed before cover both arms in intricate designs. One is a giant kraken wrapping around his muscled bicep.
"Better?" he asks, returning to the space between my thighs.
"Getting there," I say, my hands going to the waistband of his shorts. "These need to go too."
He complies eagerly, pushing down his shorts and underwear in one motion, kicking them aside. And then he's there, gloriously naked and unmistakably aroused, his desire for me evident in every line of his body.
Fuck, he's huge. Not just for an omega, or a beta, for… anyone. His cock is thick and hard, precome already beading at the tip, making my mouth water even if I'm pretty sure I'd have to unhinge my jaw to take it all.
"Condom?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
"Bedside drawer," I say, reluctant to pause even for something so necessary. "But I've got an IUD. And I got tested recently, after…" I trail off, realizing I don't want to say after I found out my boyfriend was fucking his way through every pack in the state.
"Same," he confirms quickly.
I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him closer. The first brush of him against my center draws matching gasps from both of us.
“Fuck me,” I whisper against his lips.
He enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is delicious, a perfect balance of pleasure and the slightest edge of pain that quickly fades as my body accommodates him.
"Fuck, Lexie," he groans when he's fully seated within me. "You feel amazing."
I can only nod, words beyond me as he begins to move. Slow at first, measured thrusts that build a steady rhythm. But it's not enough. I want more.
"Harder," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Darren."
He obliges, his pace increasing, each thrust driving deeper. The table creaks beneath us, a stack of sweaters toppling to the floor, but neither of us cares. There's only this, his body moving within mine, the building pressure at my core, the way he watches me with those intense blue eyes like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
One of his hands slides between us, his thumb finding the bundle of nerves at my center with ease. And Mark somehow couldn't find it with a fucking GPS and a map. The first touchsends a jolt through me, my back arching as pleasure spirals tighter.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough. "Let go for me, Lexie."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the relentless rhythm of his thrusts pushes me over the edge. I come with his name on my lips, waves of pleasure washing through me with an intensity that leaves me gasping.