Page 70 of For All My Effort

I scrambled away from my mate, shoving my bottoms off my ankles, going onto my knees, and pressing my chest to the bed. Spreading my thighs so my mate had a perfect view, I gripped the bed sheets in my hands, already anticipating what I wanted.

My alpha’s body heat radiated from him, raising my anticipation as I felt him behind me. His pants were still on and despite the laughter coming from the laptop, I could hear his zipper lower. I spread my knees even further, ignoring the feeling in my thighs that told me I was stretching myself to my limit.

Han’s hand started at my neck, ensuring my top half was pressed down on the bed how he wanted. Then he slid his hand down my spine, admiring the curve that came with how hard I angled my hips. When he traced his fingers around the edge of his claiming mark on my ass cheek, I whimpered.

Mating bonds had a sort of intrinsic arousal wherever they formed and that added to my excitement.

I felt his cock as he pressed it against me, not pushing inside, just sliding along my slick.

“Han,” I whimpered, grabbing the sheets harder in my fists.

His hand came down, smacking my mating mark at the same time that he thrusted into me. My hips had tried to move away but his hands held me in place, ensuring I felt both movements to their fullness.

My mate’s cock was perfect inside me. Better than his fingers, pressing against my inner walls. We started moving then. I bounced back as he thrusted forward, each hit of our thighs loud in the room.

He felt so good inside me, and my body was already primed from my last orgasm. I was so close, my body sensitive to each drag of his cock as he pulled out, to each flex of his fingers as he held me in place.

And his scent—his pumpkin alpha scent tinted with spice from his arousal surrounded me. I wanted to lick him, to taste his sweat from his chest and bite him again.

But my mate wasn’t letting me up. He was forcing my body to endure the pleasure, his hips thrusting faster than I could push back. Just as I was getting close, he pulled out, his breaths heaving like it had taken more effort to stop.

“No, please, I was so close.”

Again, he smacked his hand down over his mark on my ass, the slight burn only teasing me more. I felt his fingers dip inside me again, collecting my slick before he pressed his arousal-coated fingers to my puckered hole.

“I’d like to take you here, Hannah. What do you say? Want to be a good omega for your alpha?”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his words, more slick spilling down my thighs. My body answered his question before I could even utter the single syllable agreement.

He was slow, yet unrelenting as he pressed deeper into my ass. His hand on my ass cheek tightened, connecting us in both ways.

Once he was seated fully inside, we were both breathing hard, the tension between us about to snap. He pulled out slowly, all the way so that I was left feeling empty, then pressing back in. My omega body conformed to what my mate wanted, yet that bite of pain from his thick head pushing in and out past my tight ring of muscles was a delicious sensation.

Again and again, he moved, slowly picking up speed as he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Eventually, my body relaxed enough to let him enter me without any resistance, and then my mate truly started to fuck my ass.

I felt the sensations throughout my whole body as if the pleasure nerves in my ass were connected to every inch of me. My fingers tingled from how tightly I was clutching the sheets, my thighs ached from being spread so far apart and holding up my weight. Sweat began to form on my back with all my effort to maintain my posturing while simultaneously shoving my hips back harder onto my mate’s cock.

I wanted to ache after this. I wanted to feel him everywhere, in every tight spot from my shoulder to my knees—it would be a reminder of this moment.

My second orgasm was approaching, just out of reach. I had no idea if I would be able to come with just his cock in my ass, although I desperately wanted to.

“Come on, Hannah, I can feel how close you are to coming. I want to feel you tighten around my dick, milking all of my cum from me.”

It was his words that finally pushed me over, the orgasm tightening every muscle in my body, squeezing my lungs as I endured the serotonin being released to every part of me. My fingers and toes and thighs and back and head, it was all pleasure.

Han fucked me through my orgasm, reaching around to touch my clit while I was still coming. I was too sensitive, but too weak to move away. His fingers were covered in the slick that was streaming down my thighs, making the pads of his fingers easily glide over my bundle of nerves.

I wasn’t sure if it was a second orgasm, or just an extension of the first, my vision went black, and I screamed, somehow forcing my lungs to work simply to use my voice. He knotted inside me, stretching me and coming, each pump of his cum making me shiver.

My body collapsed, and Han fell on top of me, still mostly dressed. I was slightly crushed until Han rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. The movement tugged at where he was locked inside me, my body threatening another orgasm that I wasn’t sure I could handle.

I felt oversensitive and yet needed to be held. My body was hot and my skin cold. Despite the tiredness of my body, my mind was in a panic.

Then Han draped his arm over my body, his leg too, basically cocooning me. A purr started from his chest, instinctually calming me. My eyes were closed, and I felt a weight inside my body as if all of my muscles and tendons and bones were relaxing. I was still awake, just resting, enjoying the feeling of being so heavy I wasn’t even able to twitch a finger.

Knots took a long time to deflate so we cuddled the whole time. Eventually, the movie ended, and Han reached up, starting it over. I tilted my head wanting to be able to see the screen, thankful we’d fucked facing the end of the bed so we could watch.

About a quarter of the way through the movie, Han’s knot deflated, not that he pulled it out of my ass. We continued to lay together, intertwined and cuddling. At least until I started to sweat from the soft fabric underneath me. As much as I wanted to keep lying with my mate, I couldn’t stand the feel of my sweaty under-boob against the fluffy fabric.