"Are you in a hurry for something?" Oliver teased.
"Always," I said, setting him on his feet. "And never."
We stripped each other bare with a tangle of limbs and lips and then our bodies were pressed together, our erections burning equally hot against our stomachs. I let my mouth ghost over the crook of his neck and shoulder where I would place my mark and Oliver moaned in response.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You, always you," he replied, his eyes glassy.
"Well I would hope you wouldn't want anyone else," I smiled against the skin of his shoulder. "But what specifically?"
"Hmmm..." Oliver looked around the room. Across for the bed was a wide, full-length mirror. "Ooh, this is promising," he said, and pulled me to sit in front of the mirror. "I want to taste you."
He fell to his knees and let his fingers trail along my sides and I shivered in anticipation. "You take such good care of me," he said.
"It's only a fraction of what you give to me," I countered.
He let one hand trail between my legs and my muscles jerked involuntarily as he wrapped his fingers around my cock and started stroking. Then he leaned forward and licked the precum glistening on the head, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation as he swallowed the tip, lavishing me with his tongue swirling around and around. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Oliver's back in the mirror, his head bobbing up and down. That was incredibly hot. Oliver was right, the mirror was promising. And as much as I loved his mouth, I needed more.
"Up," I commanded, and Oliver popped off, looking up at me with dazed eyes and swollen lips. "I need you."
A sexy smile crawled across his face. "I'm yours."
I pulled him toward me to prepare him. I was nearly mindless with need. I couldn't wait to fuck him, knot him, and mate him. Gentleness could come later. All I wanted to do was turn Oliver around and pound into him, but I wasn't so selfish as to take him without preparation. He straddled my legs, still standing, and I reached around to slid a finger into his tight hole.
To my surprise, something was already there.
"What's this?" I asked, and Oliver wiggled his hips with a sexy smirk.
"A present," he said, and he turned around and bent over slightly, my hands going immediately to his waist, unable to spend a moment without touching him in some way.
I nearly came on the spot as I saw the plug Oliver was wearing. "When did you put that in?" I growled.
"Just after the ceremony," he said, bending even further, his cheeks spreading with the movement and giving me an even better view. "I didn't want to have to wait any longer than needed to take your knot tonight."
I pulled his ass toward me and bit one cheek, prompting a gasp from him. "I don't deserve you," I said.
"Well, I think I've been a terribly good omega, and I deserve your knot."
"I can't believe you were wearing that our entire reception," I said as I started playing with the plug. I tugged on it without pulling it out and Oliver moaned. "You deserve so much more than just my knot."
"I'll take your forever," he said, like it was a concession.
"It's yours."
His thighs were wet with slick and I licked around the plug, tasting as much of him as I could.
"Wyatt?" he said.
"Hmm?"
"If you don't fuck me soon, I'll..."
I tugged at the plug, pulling it out slightly before letting it pop back in.
"I'll..."
I did it again, popping the base all the way out before sliding it in again.
"I'll..." His voice was growing more breathy and broken by the second.
"You'll what?" I asked as I finally slid it all the way out and tossed it to the floor.
"I'll something," he said distractedly.
He was like putty in my hands as I pulled him over my cock and slid into him. He took me all the way without the slightest hitch of discomfort, sagging with a sigh of relief. But within moments, he was pushing up, fucking himself on my cock, and our eyes met in the mirror. Oh yeah, we needed one of these at home. I reached around and splayed one hand over the base of his ribs and one around the base of his throat. He looked so beautiful, and I could tell he loved watching us. Loved watching my cock slide in and out of his ass as he leaned his shoulders back for a better view. That put us in the perfect position for what was to come next. I latched onto the spot where my mark would lie, sucking and nibbling at the skin as he urged me on.
"Bite me, Wyatt," he said, but I wasn't ready yet. Our hips moved in a perfect rhythm, driving us closer and closer to completion. As I dropped my lower hand to Oliver's bobbing erection, he screamed my name and within a couple strokes, he came, ropes of cum decorating his chest. And then I sank my teeth in him and he writhed in ecstasy as I came harder than I ever had in my life, Oliver's movements tugging my knot in this direction and that as I filled him with my cum. He kept riding me, the pleasure circling us in wave after wave as the bond settled into our bones, our scents melding and changing. When our bodies finally stilled, we crawled up the bed as best we could and snuggled beneath the blankets.
I thought Oliver was asleep and was drifting off myself when Oliver turned his head to say, "Alex is almost a year old."
I rubbed my nose into his hair. "Hard to believe, isn't it?"
"And I was thinking...if everything goes well, my heat should fall next month. And I was wondering what you thought about... maybe trying for another?"
Did I want to make another baby with Oliver? Was that even a question. "I want to have a dozen babies with you," I told him. "There's nothing sexier than you carrying and caring for our children. And as many babies as you are willing to have, I will give them to you."
Oliver was silent, but then I heard a small sniffle.
I propped myself to peer over his shoulder. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Shut up. I'm just happy."
I settled back down, wrapping my arms tightly around Oliver with a smile. "Me too, my love."
“Me too,” he echoed.
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