Page 36 of Only Human in Strangeville

“Sweet!” I tugged more urgently, practically dragging him to my bedroom.

Nimbus had retreated to his spot on the bed, and I wrinkled my nose while I thought. He saved me from having to evict him, however. He gave a happy grumbling roo, hopped off the bed, and left us alone in the bedroom.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” Oliver said.

Snorting, I glanced around. There was absolutely no décor. “Uh, yeah. The space-themed comforter was a whim. Don’t hold it against me please.”

“I like it.”

“Great!” I grabbed the top and pulled it back. “Then you’ll love the spaceship sheets.”

He full-on belly laughed. “They’re marvelous.” It even sounded like he meant it.

Oliver turned his attention back to me. “You are in charge of how far we go today. Are there any boundaries you want to discuss?”

“I’ve never been with anyone who wasn’t human. Anything I need to know?”

“I’m a shape shifter.” He shrugged. “Other than that, pretty normal.”

“Then I think we’ll be fine. If we want to get creative later, we can get more in depth in our discussion.”

His eyes lit up when I mentioned the future.

Fairly certain we had covered the basics—Oliver was far more considerate than anyone I’d ever been with before—I hooked my fingers under the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off.

Glancing up, I caught a flash of pink as Oliver licked his lips before he pulled his own shirt off.

I bit my lower lip and stared, taking him in. Lean, but well-defined muscle just begged me to touch. I reached out and gently traced the muscles over his ribs. Oliver sucked in a breath, eyes shuttering as he enjoyed the touch.

While I was there, I took his hand and placed it on me. He didn’t hesitate to return the favor, fingers sliding up over my bra—I’d have worn the lacy one if I’d known I was going to be taking my clothing off for someone—and gently pebbling my nipple.

He stepped closer, his hands going behind me. After a quick glance and my nod, he slipped the catch on my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. My heart thudded and my pussy ached for attention, as he explored my skin.

“May I?” Oliver asked, his hands going to the button on my jeans.

“Yes, please.”

He unbuttoned them and slid my pants off, ending up on his knees in front of me as he did so. Oliver rumbled again, a pleased and primal sound, that turned me on even more. My panties were soaked, and I wanted out of them. I put my hands on the waistband, and Oliver took the hint, helping me slide them off.

I stood bare in front of him. Oliver looked pleased, kneeling with his hands on my hips and his gaze roaming my body. I let him look. Then, before long, he stood, the motion smooth and a touch hurried. He backed me up gently, giving me all the time to object then laid me down on the bed. I thought about trying to get the rest of his clothes off, but then suspected my resolve not to go all the way—as it were—would fail. That might actually be why he hadn’t shed his pants yet, either. Still, at some point, I was going to get my mouth on him.

Oliver seemed to be on the same wavelength. He kneeled over me, first kissing my lips, then moving down my body. I reveled in the feeling of having a man, especially someone like Oliver, over me, kissing me, tasting my skin, rolling my nipple in his lips and nipping gently down my stomach until he reached my aching pussy.

His tongue was every bit as talented down there as it had been when he was kissing me. Before long he had me writhing on the bed, clutching at my spaceship sheets and keening his name. He undid me hard when he slid a finger inside me and curled it just right.

“Ohmygod, Oliver,” I cried out, almost kicking him by accident.

“Good?” he said mischievously.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“More?”

“Oh, please,” I practically begged. He had no idea how glad I was that he wasn’t stopping at one. That fast orgasm had only served to whet my appetite after so long on my own.

Fortunately, Oliver seemed to be enjoying me shattering all over his face. He kept going until I was completely wrung out and satisfied. Then he crawled up next to me and held me close while I floated in an endorphin-induced haze.

“Fuck,” I murmured.

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