Page 117 of My Shy Alpha
Within seconds, my pussy drops over his fingers, gaping for his deeper touch.
It feels too good too soon, so I pull away. Surprise ripples through our bond, confirmed by Noah’s searching gaze.
He doesn’t know what secrets the mirror told me: that he comes harder watching himself slip in and out of me. With my back to him, I settle his palms on the sides of my ass as I raise it - giving him plenty to grip.
My voice shakes with nerves. “Yesterday, I was thinking– i-in the shower–”
Noah sucks in a raw, unrestrained gasp as I tilt my hips, allowing his swollen shaft to enter me in full view.
My eyelashes flutter as he stretches me to my limits. “A-about how you might like this position.”
“Like this?” He rasps. “Like isn’t– isn’t strong– strong enough–”
Noah’s brain melts, and I can feel it in how plump he’s become. I’m thrilled I was right; he’s more aroused than usual, so engorged that we have to take our time. That allows me to wiggle my hips, settling him into me bit by bit until Noah’s feet squirm in front of me.
“Fuck– Fuck, feisty Omega–”
Noah squeezes my ass hard as he fights a battle for patience beneath me, his hips struggling to keep from bucking beyond light thrusts. But with how good he feels in our bond, my pussy can’t stop clenching over him in a needy stronghold, forcing us to freeze. Even as we hold still, Noah’s cock responds to my squeezes with deep pulses inside me, dropping my jaw with its sweet massage.
When my muscles finally relax, Noah groans as I thrust my hips back, pushing him deeper. His tip finally breeches my pelvic opening with a sweet, popping sensation in my belly. Fluttering tingles shoot up my torso, swirling over my breasts until it teases a whine from my lips. Noah moans just as hard as I do.
“Fuck, I love you,” he breathes.
I can only whimper, gripping his wrists as we settle into a slow, crawling thrust. We leave no corner of my insides untouched. Fluid spills between my legs as he settles against my cervix - an ache hitting my heart so deep that my back arches, squeezing Noah into stopping.
When I can finally catch my breath, my breathy whisper shakes. “I love you too.”
I drop my weight onto my palms between Noah’s legs. Rolling my hips back in a slow, snapping dip, I lead us. Noah’s groans liquify into breathy whimpers.
And I’m craving deeper pressure. I play with my clit, and my eyelids flutter as Noah’s hands roam to my waist. When he hesitates there, his desire to drop me hard onto his lap is barely restrained beneath twitching fingertips.
I drop my hips until my ass squishes against that deep V between his hip bones. Noah prods so deep that I whimper.
I haven’t heard another peep from my usual potty-mouthed mate, but that’s probably because of his hard, racing breath. I stay sitting on him, circling my hips in a wide arc.
His knees raise in front of me at the end of every circle, jerking upright until I’m leaning farther and farther back, the new angle thrusting him deeper. We moan in unison - except mine comes out like a choked gasp, the stimulation he’s piling into me making my thighs quiver beside his hips.
He can barely choke out his words. “F-fuck. Are you– Okay?”
My hair is curtained over my back, so I gather it into a sloppy bun, peeking over my shoulder. My breath is stolen by how totaled Noah looks behind me: heavy-lidded eyes and red cheeks gracing his golden skin.
“Yes,” I breathe.
I widen the circle of my hips, dragging the counterpressure of his throbbing cock against every corner of my inner walls. Noah’s hips jerk into the air, sending me off balance and reaching for his hands. But there’s no need to worry; Noah stabilizes my hips with blazing palms.
His chest heaves as we restart my hips together. Noah matches my movements, but I roll or wiggle when he least expects it, leaving him guessing what’s next.
I don’t realize how deep his pleasure overcomes him until his legs squirm beneath me like mine just before I come - and then the sensation hits. Raw, unfiltered pleasure shoots up my abdomen, amplified by the aching delight in Noah’s side of our bond. I’ve somehow left him edged on the precipice, and now I get to feel it too.
I cry out, tipping my pelvis back into his thrust as Noah’s hips bounce me over him. Once we’ve both had a taste, that’s all we want to do. As his hands grow hungry for my reaction, lifting and dropping my ass until we speed into a slapping rhythm, I can’t stop whimpering with soft, pleading whispers that only increase in pitch.
But Noah suddenly gasps. “Fuck. No, no, stop–”
I lift off of him on instinct.
But Noah shakes his head, rubbing my back with weak, trembling fingers. “I need to see your face. I need to hold you.”
A blast of emotions spread goosebumps over every inch of me, so turned on by his words yet so flustered that I can only stare back in awe.