But damn, if she wasn’t going to try.
He palmed her breasts and flicked his thumbs over the nipples, making her moan. He continued stroking and touching her all around, teasing her nipples, and running his hands over her stomach.
No stopping the kissing though.
He pressed kisses all along her neck and shoulders.
At least until he decided it was time to go down.
Tori held on as he bit and kissed and teased her nipples.
“Beautiful shape,” he said as he tasted her again, sucking hard on the nipple until she cried out.
Then he worked down to her pants.
Those he slipped off just as quick and easily, and she was naked before him.
He stepped back and stared at her.
His gaze ran up and down her body.
He stood there for a minute.
Two.
Three.
He didn’t move for several minutes.
“Olmed? Is something wrong?”
“No.”
“You’re just standing there.”
“Admiring the beauty. Wondering how I got so lucky to savor it.”
She shivered.
He pulled off his shirt, and for the first time, she could see the strong lines he had. When he pulled off his pants and tossed them to the side, she saw his ridges, surprisingly a bright green color, against his red skin, and they seemed to be sticking out more.
Like a fin, almost.
“Did those grow?” she asked, gesturing to the bones on his back.
“They do,” he said. “Like all the parts of me.”
And oh, yes, ma’am did he have parts that had grown. Even larger than what she’d guessed at, she wondered if she’d be able to take him.
It may take some easing in.
Maybe lube.
Did they have lube?
Well, she’d figure it—“Oh wow,” she whispered as Olmed started stroking her center. It was ridiculous how well he found her exact stroke-pressure combination.
If this was what was meant about finding your mate, then Tori was going to take back all she thought about how this couldn’t possibly be a thing, because seriously, if he was this intuitive about her body the first time, imagine what he was going to be like on the fiftieth time. Or the hundredth time.
