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Story: Craving Their Omega
It feels so good, and I shudder hard, arching my chest even closer to him, eager for more.
There are all sorts of bowls of sauces and glazes and icings spread out over the counter, and I watch Tristan notice them, seeing the wicked gleam his eyes take on when he has an idea.
There’s a bowl of cherry filling off to my left, and he drags it closer with a little smile.
Your food is delicious,” he says. “But not as delicious as you.”
He helps me undress all the way, tugging off my shoes and my pants and underwear, leaving me naked. With a careful arm, he moves everything out of the way, and I’m pleased that he manages not to dump everything on the floor.
“Lie back,” he urges me, helping me into the position he wants me in.
I’m spread out for him on my worktop, body trembling with anticipation as he stands over me.
He dips a spoon into the bowl of cherry syrup and filling and then drizzles it across my stomach. It’s cool to the touch, and I shiver, moaning softly when his tongue follows the trail of sweet, sticky red syrup.
“Delicious,” he growls, and his tone alone is enough to make goosebumps race over my skin.
He keeps drizzling more and more, over my breasts, down the hollow of my cleavage, across the mound of my pussy. He laps up all of it, being so thorough that not a drop is left behind.
When he laps up the trail that leads between my legs, his eyes burn as he looks up at me. He spreads more sauce between my thighs, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh there, before he moves up higher and starts eating me out with the same level of intensity.
It’s just like I taste as good as the cherry filling, and I moan, my eyes sliding closed as he dives right in, licking and lapping at me.
I’m not as wet as I was when I was in my heat, but it’s a close thing. Tristan has been working me up so good, leaving me utterly aching for him, and the touch of his tongue to my clit makes me jerk and moan even louder.
“Fuck,” I say, sounding shaky. “That feels…”
He hums, not moving away from his feast. His tongue dips into me, thrusting in as deep as it can go, and my body reacts, clenching down around the pleasant intrusion.
When he flicks his tongue teasingly against my clit next, I shudder, moaning his name and spreading my legs wider, trying to get more.
And Tristan understands what I want. His fingers grip my thighs hard, hard enough that I’m sure there will be marks in the shape of them left behind.
But that’s what I want. I want proof that this happened in case it’s all a dream or Tristan goes back to being aloof and standoffish as soon as we’re done here.
I want to believe it won’t come to that, but it’s hard to know.
It’s also hard to focus on anything other than the way he’s going down on me. The way he’s eating me out with reckless abandon, making it rough and intense with just his tongue and the edge of his teeth.
And then he works two fingers into my entrance, and I cry out, writhing on the cool surface of the worktop, arching up to get those fingers deeper.
Tristan uses them in concert with his mouth, fucking into me while he laps at my clit and swirls his tongue around all the places that I’m the most sensitive.
My orgasm is building, higher and higher, my body wound so tight.
“Oh,” I moan, and that’s all the warning he gets as the pleasure spreads and snaps, thrusting me head first over theedge. I clench around his fingers, squirming and shuddering on the counter while he licks me through the aftershocks.
I cry out from it all, and Tristan finally lifts his head, his lips shiny with my release.
He looms over me, leaning down and kissing me roughly. I can taste myself on his lips, mixed with sweet, tart flavor of the cherries. It’s delicious, and I kiss him until the flavor is gone.
“You’re so sweet,” he murmurs against my mouth. “So delicious. I could eat you all day.”
“You’d never get anything done,” I whisper back, still trying to come down from the orgasm he gave me.
“Fuck getting things done,” he replies.
He grabs my hands and helps me sit up and then pulls me off the counter altogether. My legs wobble when my feet hit the floor, my knees barely able to support me now.
There are all sorts of bowls of sauces and glazes and icings spread out over the counter, and I watch Tristan notice them, seeing the wicked gleam his eyes take on when he has an idea.
There’s a bowl of cherry filling off to my left, and he drags it closer with a little smile.
Your food is delicious,” he says. “But not as delicious as you.”
He helps me undress all the way, tugging off my shoes and my pants and underwear, leaving me naked. With a careful arm, he moves everything out of the way, and I’m pleased that he manages not to dump everything on the floor.
“Lie back,” he urges me, helping me into the position he wants me in.
I’m spread out for him on my worktop, body trembling with anticipation as he stands over me.
He dips a spoon into the bowl of cherry syrup and filling and then drizzles it across my stomach. It’s cool to the touch, and I shiver, moaning softly when his tongue follows the trail of sweet, sticky red syrup.
“Delicious,” he growls, and his tone alone is enough to make goosebumps race over my skin.
He keeps drizzling more and more, over my breasts, down the hollow of my cleavage, across the mound of my pussy. He laps up all of it, being so thorough that not a drop is left behind.
When he laps up the trail that leads between my legs, his eyes burn as he looks up at me. He spreads more sauce between my thighs, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh there, before he moves up higher and starts eating me out with the same level of intensity.
It’s just like I taste as good as the cherry filling, and I moan, my eyes sliding closed as he dives right in, licking and lapping at me.
I’m not as wet as I was when I was in my heat, but it’s a close thing. Tristan has been working me up so good, leaving me utterly aching for him, and the touch of his tongue to my clit makes me jerk and moan even louder.
“Fuck,” I say, sounding shaky. “That feels…”
He hums, not moving away from his feast. His tongue dips into me, thrusting in as deep as it can go, and my body reacts, clenching down around the pleasant intrusion.
When he flicks his tongue teasingly against my clit next, I shudder, moaning his name and spreading my legs wider, trying to get more.
And Tristan understands what I want. His fingers grip my thighs hard, hard enough that I’m sure there will be marks in the shape of them left behind.
But that’s what I want. I want proof that this happened in case it’s all a dream or Tristan goes back to being aloof and standoffish as soon as we’re done here.
I want to believe it won’t come to that, but it’s hard to know.
It’s also hard to focus on anything other than the way he’s going down on me. The way he’s eating me out with reckless abandon, making it rough and intense with just his tongue and the edge of his teeth.
And then he works two fingers into my entrance, and I cry out, writhing on the cool surface of the worktop, arching up to get those fingers deeper.
Tristan uses them in concert with his mouth, fucking into me while he laps at my clit and swirls his tongue around all the places that I’m the most sensitive.
My orgasm is building, higher and higher, my body wound so tight.
“Oh,” I moan, and that’s all the warning he gets as the pleasure spreads and snaps, thrusting me head first over theedge. I clench around his fingers, squirming and shuddering on the counter while he licks me through the aftershocks.
I cry out from it all, and Tristan finally lifts his head, his lips shiny with my release.
He looms over me, leaning down and kissing me roughly. I can taste myself on his lips, mixed with sweet, tart flavor of the cherries. It’s delicious, and I kiss him until the flavor is gone.
“You’re so sweet,” he murmurs against my mouth. “So delicious. I could eat you all day.”
“You’d never get anything done,” I whisper back, still trying to come down from the orgasm he gave me.
“Fuck getting things done,” he replies.
He grabs my hands and helps me sit up and then pulls me off the counter altogether. My legs wobble when my feet hit the floor, my knees barely able to support me now.
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