Her hands trace down my chest again, lower this time, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my sweatpants with more confidence now. She looks up at me, a question in her eyes.
I don't stop her.
She pushes the fabric down over my hips, and I shift my weight to help her. The sweatpants and boxers slide down, freeing my cock. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, hard and heavy.
Am I too big for her?
Am I going to hurt her?
Never done anything like this. Have no idea how to knot her without splitting her open.
Fuck—
"Can I?" she asks, interrupting my thoughts, her hand hovering just above where I'm achingly hard for her. She licks her lips and her scent spikes with arousal so strong it makes my head spin.
I nod, not trusting myself to move.
Her fingers wrap around me, barely meeting around my girth.
Her touch is experimental at first, exploring the length and width of me with curious fingers. When her thumb circles the head, spreading the pre-come already beading on the tip, a low growl rumbles up from deep in my chest.
Hate my fucking beast sounds.
She just grins at me.
Clearly, she likes that.
Brave, crazy, beautiful omega.
"You're huge," she whispers, but there's no fear in her voice.
Just wonder.
And want.
"Touch me first," she purrs, shifting beneath me. Her hands move to her waistband, pushing down her pants and underwear in one smooth motion.
She's naked beneath me now.
Completely bare.
Vulnerable.
Trusting.
She bends her knees, letting them fall open to cradle my hips. I scent her arousal even through my mask, sweet and honeyed, mixing with her wild honeysuckle scent.
I let my hand travel slowly down her body, learning the curves and planes of her. The gentle swell of her breasts. The dip of her waist. The flare of her hips. She watches me, eyes dark with desire, her breath coming in short, quick gasps.
When my hand reaches the juncture of her thighs, she spreads her legs wider in invitation. I hesitate, suddenly uncertain. I've never done this before. Never touched an omega like this.
Never touchedanyonelike this.
"Please," she whispers.
That single word cuts through my hesitation.
I let my fingers brush against her, finding her slick and hot.
