Page 70 of Not Looking
He added a twist as we continued to fuck into his hand, and that was enough to send me over the edge.
My whole body tensed—fingers digging into Craig’s back and toes curling—as I came.
And came…
And came…
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, and every time I thought I had a chance to come up for air, another one would send me under.
I was vaguely aware of Craig growling, his cock pulsing against mine.
I allowed myself to be pulled under. I was safe with him.
It could have been minutes or hours before I returned to myself, body still tingling from the intensity of my orgasm.
Craig had shifted to my side and was running his fingers along my stomach.
“Hey,” he murmured as I smiled at him.
“Hi.”
He leaned in to kiss me, and I melted at how tender it was.
But it wasn’t enough. As strong as it had been, that first orgasm had barely taken the edge off my awakened need.
I whimpered and squirmed.
“What do you need?” Craig murmured.
“Need you inside,” I whined.
“Are you sure?”
“Please.”
“Where are your condoms?”
I shook my head. “I’m on suppressants.”
“You’re ok with me coming inside you?”
I nodded. “Knot me, alpha.”
His eyes darkened, and he let out a deep growl. “Ok.”
He shifted, reached over to my nightstand, grabbed a couple tissues, and cleaned our spend from my stomach. He tossed the tissues aside, then trailed his hand down—pausing briefly to fondle my balls—and slid his fingers between my cheeks. “You’re so wet.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond before his fingertips traced over my entrance.
“Alpha!” I gasped.
“Is this where you want me?”
I nodded. “Please.”
He massaged my entrance until I was squirming and moving against him. Then he slid one finger inside.
Nerves that had long forgotten real pleasure burst to life, and I shook from the intensity.
