He blinks and then starts to unbutton the rest of his shirt, glancing up at me every now and then. His movements are slow, careful. He takes his time, which is agonizing, but I know I can’t rush him, lest I want to ruin the delicate moment between us.
“All of them, Olly,” I say as my gaze roves over him, standing there in my room in nothing but his briefs with the large wet spot. He sucks in a breath and lets it out before sliding his briefs off, and I don’t stifle my groan.
His dick bounces free, gleaming with sticky, wet precum.
“Stay there,” I say as I circle him. He purses his lips but does as I say.
“I’m observing my specimen,” I say cooly.
“Anything worth noting?” he asks curiously.
“Looks like a pretty good specimen to me,” I say, biting my lip. When I come to stand in front of him, I catch his dark gaze. I remove my shirt and fling it across the room, taking my sweats off almost just as fast. His gaze doesn’t leave my face, though.
“Your turn,” I say, my breath barely a whisper. He slowly stalks around me, the same way I did when I looked at him.
“Anything worth noting?” I ask, my nerves starting to kick in because despite all the sex I have had…no one’s ever studied me like this.
It’s a little nerve-wracking.
“Specimen is spectacular,” he says. “Perfect height ratio for a five-foot-ten beta.”
I giggle. “So, you like short girls, huh?”
He shrugs. “Just one.”
It’s my turn to blush as he comes to stand in front of me. He leans over just a fraction, his gaze catching mine.
“Permission to touch?” he asks. It’s the way he asks. Like itmatters.
No one’s ever asked to touch me like this. It’s scientific, but also…intimate.
Curious.
“Affirmative,” I say. His hand settles on my neck, thumb brushing over the column of my throat.
He looks at me from underneath those dark lashes, and I feel the heat hit me like a forest fire. The scent of moist earth fills my lungs, making me long for more. Thunder rolls between us as his hands slowly slide down my chest to my breasts. He looks at me like I truly am a specimen. Watches me like he’s catalogingeverythingin his sharp brain.
It’s hotter than it should be.
His fingers pinch my nipple, and I yelp, and that breaks his concentration. “I’m sorry, I—”
“No, it felt good,” I say, my cheeks flush. I meet his gaze. “Do it again.”
It takes him a second, but he does indeed, do it again, and this time I groan.
“Does that…feel good?” he asks. I nod.
“Uh huh.”
He twists and pulls, massages and strokes my nipples until they are hard, and I’m panting, and then… he kisses me.
“How about now?” he whispers. “Does the extra stimulation feel good?”
I nod, kissing him harder. “More,” I tell him, pushing him back until he hits the bed. He loses his footing and falls over, rather ungracefully, and I giggle again.
“Ow,” he says as he adjusts himself on the bed, but the motion puts me right between his legs. Right in front of his gleaming cock. I look up at him, noting the blush across his cheeks, the fear in his eyes. He sucks in a breath.
“Permission to touch?” I ask, huskily. He swallows hard, but he nods.
