She looked up at his face, a mask of concentration as he slipped his hard cock inside her and began slowly pushing her apart. She could feel his weight on top of her as her center squeezed back, not trying to drive out the invasion into her core, but instead pulling him further in, wanting to hold him there for as long as possible.
“You feel amazing,” he moaned, his breath hot against her ear.
His chest was growing sweaty against her own, the friction creating a heat, their own personal sauna, as he pulsated inside of her. Their bodies became a symphony of sounds and their utterances the lyrics to a song only they could sing together.
Then, he stopped, pulling free of her. She gasped, not wanting him to stop what he was doing, not ever. Her arms reached for him as he pulled away, confused by his sudden departure.
“I want you on top of me. I want to watch you ride me,” he told her, and she understood.
Moving toward him as he lay on his back, she climbed atop him, taking a moment to admire his stiff cock, slick with her own juices. She slid down on top of him, letting him sink further into her as she slowly lowered herself onto him inch by inch until he was fully engulfed inside of her. His hands found her sides and began to guide her, setting the pace, taking back the control.
It was an unspoken willingness to give her control but followed by a reminder that he wasn’t someone she could ever fully take domain over. He was the Alpha and she was the Omega and that was the way things would always be between their kind. They could be equal in so many ways, but here, naked and coupled, he was always more powerful, always more dominant and she didn’t mind at all.
He regained his previous fervor, splitting her in two with his considerable size. She pushed down against him, still in some disbelief that it could feel so amazing. It had never been like this for her, always unenjoyable before, something to endure rather than something to desire. His arms stretched upward, grasping her breasts as they bounced up and down with her movements, using them to steady her.
They were partially full of milk and his rough handling hurt, but in a way that felt amazing. Some milk forced its way from her nipples, leaking down across his hands as he fucked her with wild abandon. Pulling her down toward him, he rolled his tongue across one of the exposed nipples, enjoying the sweet, sticky taste of the milk that had come out. Moving his hand to the side, he surrounded it with his mouth and sucked from it with a certain thirst. It sent a bolt of electricity through her body like she’d never felt, one that ended squarely where our two bodies connected.
It sent her over the edge, drove her mad as he continued drinking from her breast and then switched to the other side. Leslie’s body shuddered as she exploded against his cock, and he wasn’t far behind, his mouth still latched onto one nipple, greedily slurping up her precious milk as his cock filled her with his own juices, flooding her insides with a huge load that had built up inside his loins.
Finally, he pulled away from her, his mouth leaving her tit and his cock slipping free of her soaked center. They fell back against the covers, sated and with no need to say anything further. There was no cuddling and that was fine. She was asleep in seconds, more content than she had been in a lifetime. There were no further expectations, only a need for rest.
It was nearly daylight when she felt his hands roaming over her body and they started all over again, making love in the morning and dozing off again as the sun rose outside the windows.CHAPTER THIRTEENLeslie woke in the early hours of the morning, feeling panicked. She didn’t have her monitor up here with her and wasn’t in range of the triplets. Marla was on duty, but what if she’d needed something or was low on pumped milk? She grabbed her clothes and got dressed, rushing out of the room and downstairs to the nursery. To her surprise, the girls were all sound asleep.
Returning to her own room, she took a hot shower and put on a tank top and soft shorts, crawling back under the covers of her own bed and drifting off to sleep again for a while. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, a thought that made her smile. Tucker might be older, but he certainly knew his way around her body.
The sound of the girls crying woke her a couple hours later and she climbed from the bed to go check on them. Marla was already getting them up to change and feed them.