Page 47 of Shattered Trinket
She hesitates before asking her next question, piquing my curiosity because what could she want to ask me that has her feeling more embarrassed than what she’s already asked?
Clearing her throat, I watch the blush on her cheeks move down her neck, disappearing into the collar of her shirt. With her gaze darting everywhere except at my face, a faint smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I subtly shake my head in amusement.
“And for me? Would they feel good for me?” she eventually asks, refusing to look me in the eye and making my cock twitch.
“They might,” I murmur, eyeing the dark patch on her shorts between her legs and becoming increasingly aware of her scent while paying attention to her body language.
Her muscles are taut, her chest heaving with rapid breaths as she subtly shifts, edging dangerously close to my rigid length as she searches for some relief. In my mind, I silently plead for her to slide just a little further up, to straddle my hips and pleasure herself with my throbbing shaft and swelling knot. With every breath I take, her scent engulfs me, lingering on my tongue and in the depths of my throat, the sharp edge of neediness unmistakable.
“What do you need, baby?”
She whimpers, and it takes everything in me to keep my hands to myself when she gives me a pleading look, but tonight is about encouraging her to take control and use her voice, even if she feels a bit self-conscious.
“I-I don’tknow!” she growls out in frustration, covering her face with her hands and groaning.
I tap her arm until she peeks out between her fingers before dropping her hands and giving me her full attention as she pouts, her eyes somehow seeming bigger and brighter when she does.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” I ask her, tucking her hair behind her ear, my heart racing when her lips part and she suddenly relaxes.
“Yes,” she breathes out, a hint of desperation in that one word.
I rub my hands up and down her thighs softly before giving them a quick, reassuring squeeze.
“Clothes on or off?”
She licks her lips nervously, shifting again.
“I-um, maybe… maybe just my shirt and shorts,” she whispers, eyes wide on me and I nod.
My hands glide up over her hips, tracing the contours of her body through the loose fabric of her oversized shirt, as I lift it up gradually, attentively studying her every reaction as I do. Her body trembles under my touch as I gradually expose more of herbare skin, and when I reach her chest, she instinctively raises her arms for me. I keep my touch light and my pace gradual until the fabric comes completely free, throwing it to the side as I have her stand.
Once she’s standing, I kneel in front of her—hard cock bobbing at the movement—and gaze up at her, shaking my head when she goes to cover her chest. I rest my head against the soft swell of her belly for a moment, rubbing my nose and cheek against her soft skin as I grip her hips. Carefully sliding my fingers into the elastic of her shorts, I glance back up at her, noting the red flush splashed across her chest like watercolor and the way her breasts heave with every breath as she watches me. With meticulous care, I glide her shorts down her legs until they gather at her feet, all the while maintaining unwavering eye contact.
Cozy’s legs shake when I slide my hand up between her thighs, giving her plenty of time to stop me. When my fingers touch the wet fabric at the apex of her thighs, I finally look away from her face. Turning my attention to the pale pink panties hiding her from my greedy eyes, I groan when I realize just how soaked they are, and her hand reaches out to land on the top of my head as she tries to steady herself at that first touch.
Applying the barest amount of pressure, I rub my index and middle finger down the middle of her panty clad center, and she gasps before the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard pierces the air. I can’t stop the growl that crawls up my throat, can’t stop from pulling her close and lifting her up just enough until I can shove my face against the fabric hiding her from me, and when I do, I groan loudly as I inhale deeply.
“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” I mumble against her, and she moans again as both of her hands hold on to the back of my head.
“I-I’m not doing anything,” she stutters, gasping when I rub my nose against her soaked panties. “Oh.”
I repeat the action a few more times, feeling the dampness of her slick on my face as I reluctantly pull back before I try to chew through her panties like I’m desperately trying to reach the center of a tootsie pop. The moment my tongue grazes my lips, her taste electrifies my senses, evoking an animalistic craving to devour her. Instead, I grab her thighs, wrap them around me as best as I can, and fall back into the pillows surrounding us. She positions herself comfortably on me, but not quite in the right spot, and I can’t help but feel a small thrill with my next words to her.
“Move back and sit that needy little kitty on my cock, sweet girl. You’re gonna make her purr for me.” I smirk, and her eyes widen on me, lips parting in surprise as her cheeks burn bright.
Her body betrays her, with a subtle shift in her breathing and a sparkle in her eyes that hints at her secret affinity for dirty talk, something unexpected and yet exciting to learn.
Once the initial shock of my dirty words—words she’s never heard from me or likely anyone—wears off, she bites her lip and reluctantly moves until my shaft is right where she needs it. She doesn’t rest fully against me, the barest brush of her wet panties touching my pierced skin, so I give her a light tap on her leg that startles her and has her fully seating herself.
I groan at the full contact of the wet cotton on my bare skin, closing my eyes at the pleasure snaking its way down my spine. Cozy shifts, which has her rubbing against my sensitive flesh, causing the metal bars lining my underside to tug slightly. When my length is snug between her lips, pushing her panties against her clit, she gasps, and I nearly spill myself all over my stomach. I have to close my eyes and take several deep breaths to center myself and push back my need to come at the realization that I have my omega’s pretty cunt pressing against my cock. WhenI’m sure I’m good, I relax back, resting my hands behind my head as I look up at the woman of my dreams.
With her hair a mass of tangled curls, her exposed skin radiating a rosy, pink glow, and her eyes filled with a multitude of emotions, she’s a captivating sight to behold. Her plain pink cotton panties and bra are sexier to me than any revealing lace she could wear, and I yearn to reach up and pull the cups of her bra down to see if her nipples are still the soft pink that I remember.
As I stare up at her, all I can think is how the fuck did I get so godsdamn lucky?
Cozy nibbles on her lip, her skin turning a brighter shade of pink the longer I stare at her, and I know she’s waiting on me to tell her what else to do.
“Now show me how to make you feel good. Use me to relieve the ache, to figure out what you like, and take what you want.”