Rook was ripped. Hard rounded muscles sculped over his tall frame. Thick chest, check. Broad shoulders, check. Strong arms, check. Those flared back muscles that give a man a nice V-shaped torso, check. Abs for days, check, check, and check!
I might have drooled.
I didn’t care.
“Oh… wow… you’re…” Wait, was I saying that out loud?
I bit my lip as my gaze slid down to his co—oooohhhh!
I whimpered then choked on nothing but air. His dick wasn’t huge, but somehow, I’d never seen a more impressive erection. Some dicks were too long or too short, too thick or too skinny, too straight or too bent, too big of a head or too small… but Rook’s wasjust right. A Goldilocks cock. Not sure where that thought came from, probably the tequila.
My legs edged open in anticipation of perfect penetration. Then my mind caught up with my steamy thoughts.
“Condom!” I gasped.
“Don’t have any,” he said, cocky grin returning.
I flopped an arm toward my nightstand. “Drawer.”
He looked over then back at me and shook his head. “Sorry, babe. I don’t cover up.”
And there it was.
I knew he was too good to be true.
“Condom or nothing,” I insisted.
Rook sighed. “I’m clean and I’ve been snipped. No risks.”
Oh… well in that case…
No! Bad libido! We can’t trust him. It always pays to be careful when dealing with a strange penis.
“My rules.”
He shrugged. “Your loss.” He closed my legs and straddled me, kneeling on my bed as he undid the few buttons remaining on my blouse. “But I can still torture you with orgasms. I don’t need my dick for that.”
I believed him.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he opened my shirt, gazing at my mostly naked torso. He shook his head, then shut his eyes and took deep breaths, calming himself.
And when his blazing gaze hit me again, he smiled.
“I’m going to enjoy this.”
He took his time stripping me, covering my body in kisses. Unlike most men, he saved my boobs for last, well, second last since my thoroughly soaked panties were still on. He knew just how to touch me, exactly what I wanted and needed. Sometimes light and teasing, sometimes hard and kneading. The perfect combination to get me blazing hot once more.
I moaned unabashedly as he teased my nipples with lips and tongue. It wouldn’t surprise me if he could make me come from chest stimulation alone.
He nearly did. I was so close, surfing the tidal wave of an orgasm about to crash, when one of his hands slid down, into my panties, through my damp curls, and…
It was only a single touch, not even that heavy, not rubbing, not flicking, not anything other than the press of one finger on my swollen and sensitive clit. Just one touch… and I screamed, body arching beneath him as I came again.
After that, things got hazy as the orgasms stacked up. I felt feverish, delirious, lightheaded. I couldn’t catch my breath, dizzy, my body burning up!
I did recall one instant, with Rook’s face between my thighs, working me with masterful strokes of tongue and lips, fingers teasing my ass, before he slid one finger inside my rear entrance and I came so hard I passed out from extreme pleasure.
That night I learned that too much of a good thing was indeed possible.
