Page 52 of One Winter Knight
Oh, how I longed to bury myself in her sweet softness.Soon.
As she came again, she gushed all over my face, giving me my prize for all of my hard work.
“Fuck menow,” my queen commanded, tugging on my hair as I cleaned her up with my mouth.
“As you wish, Mi Reina.” Extracting myself from the covers, I took off my pants, briefs, and thermal shirt.
She took off her top and laid back in the rumpled sheets, red hair splayed across the white pillow, looking like a goddess in a painting.
Straddling her, I took one luscious breast in my mouth, playing with the other, so it didn’t feel lonely.
Fiona tugged on my hair. “That’s not fucking.”
With a fake-sigh, I got a condom off the dresser. I’d brought them with her breakfast–just in case. I rolled it over my shaft.
Slowly, I lowered myself inside her, my eyes locked on hers. “Does this satisfy Queen Fiona?”
“Yes, it does.” She sighed happily holding on to me.
Given we were alone and had no place to be, I took my time with her. Lazy lovemaking for a lazy morning.
One of my hands found her clit, the other toyed with her nipple. My hips gyrated against hers. Fiona’s arms wrapped around me as she moved with me. Leaning in, I kissed her long and deep. Her lips tasted of coffee.
“I love being inside you. You’re perfect for me,” I whispered between kisses.
“You make me feel so good,” she gasped.
It always made me so happy when she said that. I’d never been in a serious relationship with an omega. Maybe I was taking things slow, but I was serious about her.
Slowly, I increased my pace as it got difficult to hold off my own release.
“Oh, yes, faster,” she squealed. “Pumpkin, harder.”
“Your wish is my command,” I replied as I thumped against her both harder and faster.
“Yes, oh yes,” she cried as she came for the third time.
This time, I couldn’t hold off and I came inside her, holding her to me tight. Resting my head on her chest, I stroked her hair. “Good breakfast?”
“The best.”
I cuddled her a few moments longer, then went to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
She held open her arms, and I dove into the bed, laying partially on top of her, not bothering to cover us.
The door flew open and Hale stood there in his cowboy hat. His jaw dropped. “Oh shit. Sorry.”
Chapter Fourteen
Fiona
Horror coated Hale’s face. Carlos just laid there, on top of me, showing the world his beautiful, tan, muscular ass.
“It’s fine,” I told him, enjoying his bashful look, embarrassment filling his pluot scent.
“Snowboarding was good?” Carlos asked lazily. “When’s the skijoring thing?”
I had no idea what skijoring was, but I’d go see it. It was probably both fascinating and dangerous. One of my favorite combos.
