“What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly, eager to know how I could ask her to do it again.
She moved back enough to kiss my pussy, her warm breath tickling it. “I’m going to suck on your clit until you see stars, dove.”
Clit. OK.
I was never going to forget that word.
“You should hold my thighs,” I said. “I’m going to squish you with them if you keep doing that.”
Her growl had me stiffening, fear slicing through me for a second. Leighton’s expression immediately softened, turning her head to kiss my thigh.
“If you’re not clenching your thighs in pleasure, I’m not doing a good enough job,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’m an alpha, and you’re an omega. The only way you’re going to hurt me is if I let you.”
She had a point, but it couldn’t be comfortable wearing my thighs as earmuffs. I nodded, but decided I would try my best not to squeeze them shut.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to enjoy the view while I’m down here.”
It was a command again. My eyes widened, only fighting the need to obey for a second. Pain echoed across my body if I tried to resist a direct order. My hands went down to my hips, trailing up my torso until they cupped my breasts and bounced them.
Leighton groaned, swirling her tongue around my clit again.
“If you need me to release the command, tell me,” she said.
I barely nodded before suction made me cry out again, trying desperately to grind down on her face. She sucked and licked and dipped her tongue down into my entrance as slick drenched the blankets beneath us. I couldn’t stop touching myself—physically couldn’t, which was thrilling in its own way. My hands almost had a mind of their own as they caressed my body, showing off for my alpha.
Pleasure built, and I was getting to the point where I felt like I was going to see stars soon, but I didn’t really know how to tell. When was the orgasm going to hit? It had to be soon, right? I was practically sobbing, my legs wrapped around her head and shoulders without a sliver of hesitation anymore. I was shoving myself against her face and she was accepting it with a series of groans, her tongue working me.
“You can’t over think it, dove,” she murmured. “Let your body do what it wants to do. Don’t think. You can stop touching yourself if you’d like.”
I moaned and tried to wipe my mind of everyone but her.
Leighton biting me to save my life. Her aggressive posture that made me wet even the first time I saw it. The way she’d delicately treated every wound on my body, showing a level of care I hadn’t known an alpha could have.
I hadn’t seen her without any clothes, but I could imagine what she looked like under them. Freckled skin, matching the light smattering on her cheeks. Slim shoulders and hips.
Would she let me try this on her? I wouldn’t be very good at it, but I wanted to know if she tasted like vanilla cream.
The pleasure reached a peak, and I figured out how I was supposed to know I was coming.
It was unfathomably good, my body convulsing as it rocked through me. I cried out her name, the fantasy of her still dancing in my head while the woman herself was between my legs, doing exactly what she’d promised.
Sucking my clit until I saw stars.
I might have even seen God.
By the time I could see straight again, my body heaving to suck in each breath, Leighton had taken her mouth off me. Her swollen, slick lips were kissing my inner thigh instead, and I hastily released the hold my thighs had on her.
“Now that you’ve had an orgasm, how many do you think you want a day?” she asked casually, sitting up and smoothing down her suit jacket.
“How many am I allowed?” I asked eagerly.
She laughed, trailing her fingers down my shin before shaking herself and getting off the couch. “I’ll do my best to keep you well-supplied.”
That wasn’t an answer and I was about to call her out on it when I inhaled a scent I’d completely forgotten about.
Fresh spring rain and a hint of peaches.
Dash.
