Page 118 of My Shy Alpha
This is worlds different from the “needs” I’ve heard ordered over me before. There’s pure love staring back; these “needs” are an overwhelming yearning to bond with me.
But my next, deeper reaction surprises me. Pain courses through my chest, leaving me empty. Tears pool in my eyes.
At first, a blast of fear shoots through my ribcage - why would I be crying again during sex? But then I recognize what’s wrong.
Every inch of me is magnetized to Noah, begging to merge myself with his polar draw. He’s too far away when our bond melds us closer than ever, physically hurting us to be separated. I need to hold him just as badly as he’s aching to hold me.
When I turn around with desperate, outstretched hands, Noah tackles me into his embrace. In one breath, my legs are thrown around his waist, our chests compressed as we squeeze each other like we’re reuniting after a painful year apart.
I nuzzle our noses, cupping Noah’s cheeks as I absorb every second of his eyes on me. Noah dives for my lips, and I kiss him back twice as hard, wincing from the impact when I get a little too eager. But Noah doesn’t mind; he soothes me with massaging, cuddly precision, working my lips just as tenderly as his arms squeeze me closer.
Our breaths tangle, interrupted only by sharp moans and hard squeezes of each other’s bodies. We’re unable to morph ourselves into one, no matter how hard we try.
Noah slips his palms beneath my thighs. I freeze, catching my breath.
As if I could. I’m met with ravenous, yellow eyes, searching my eyes and swollen lips.
“Do you still want more?” His whisper vibrates my chest, clenching my core tight.
I nod, feeling more ready for him to be inside me than ever.
When Noah re-enters me, the sensation hits straight into my heart muscles from how deeply it blasts our love coursing through us. My loud, unrestrained moan pushes a raspy breath out of Noah, his arms wilting beneath our pleasure. But without him holding me up, his cock plummets as deep as he can reach in one breath. My nails grip his shoulders, and Noah curls over me, hugging my hips as we acclimate to each other’s warmth.
But then he opens those gorgeous eyes, letting them loose on me. The way he witnesses me turns me on more than anything we do together. Noah cups my face as it contorts in pleasure - jaw dropped, eyelids drooping, and swollen lips encasing my needy whimpers - and I let him watch, hiding none of it. He absorbs every second, pumping his hips harder the heartier I gasp.
Noah’s embrace tightens until I’m flat against his chest as I bounce on his lap. When I fist handfuls of his gorgeous hair, he pants so hard that there’s hardly any oxygen left between us, the air permeated by a flood of his flowery, adoring scent.
Noah crumbles into my chest, sputtering his words. “Fuck, I– I can’t knot already.”
“Enjoy yourself,” I breathe.
But with one look into my eyes, Noah lifts my hips off him, leaving me empty and aching. He pants hot air against my sweaty chest, sending an icy, rousing shiver through me.
Noah shakes his head, only a hard swallow interrupting his rapid breath. “No, I want to wait. I love seeing you feel good.”
My back arches, overcome by my pulse’s hard throbbing between my legs. “I love seeing you feel good more than anything.”
“Fuck, you’re so fucking brave. Sometimes I want to cry, thinking about everything you’ve overcome to let me see you unraveled like this.” He peeks into my eyes, flipping my heart with his burning, red-rimmed stare. “I would’ve loved you just as you were the second we met, but you keep surprising me. And somehow, I keep loving you even more. I don’t know what to do with myself around you.”
My neck flushes. I’m unsure how to respond.
But Noah softens into a rumbling whisper. “Can I spoil you back?”
I bite my lips, my eyes burning with affectionate tears. “O-okay. Yes. Please, yes.”
As Noah dips back into me, I’m surprised at how slick I am. He’s holding me so close, but I’m melting in his arms, forcing him to broaden his hold on me to keep me from spilling apart. I smash my open lips against his sweaty cheek, my chest heaving through him stuffing me with pleasure. It aches even stronger than when we started, tingling, thick pressure blooming in my abdomen the deeper he fills me.
But I know Noah hasn’t even started with his spoiling. He doesn’t bounce me over him anymore, opting to tilt my hips in a slow roll. The action drags my clit against his pelvis, sharpening my breath.
“There you go,” he whispers against my lips before kissing them. “That feel good?”
I whimper. “Yes. You feel good.”
A flare of heat flashes through Noah’s eyes.
But he takes his sweet time with me. I droop against his chest, too weak with delight to hold myself up, but Noah nuzzles against my forehead. After planting a tender kiss on my head, he rocks his hips as he rolls mine, increasing the pressure he drives into my cervix. My knees raise to our sides with my hearty moan.
His stare flashes with the same uncontainable desire, its yellow fire growing into an inferno. God, he’s stretching me to my limits, even though I’m more lubed up than ever. Is he enjoying my pleasure this much?