‘Take your underwear off then turn around,’ he says, his voice steady and controlled.
I do as he says, pushing my knickers down my legs and letting them pool at my feet before stepping out of them. I kick them away and turn to face him.
Reaching into his back pocket, he takes out the condoms he went to find earlier and puts them with deliberate intent onto the bedside table.
Then he makes me watch as he slowly undresses himself, meticulously removing each piece of clothing, folding it, then placing it onto an armchair next to him, his gaze not leaving mine.
I watch in fascinated awe, my stomach fluttery with need, as I watch his well-defined muscles bunch and flex as he moves. He’s so fit and strong-looking. Broad and powerful. Undeniably handsome.
Confident with it too. Which is a turn-on in itself.
Finally, he gets to the only remaining barrier: his underwear. Sliding his boxers down his legs, I watch, captivated, as his cock springs free from its confines. I’d forgotten what a beautiful penis he has. Long and with a preference to hang slightly to the left. And it has an impressive girth.
My pussy gives a throb at the thought of him moving inside me.
I’m so wet now, I can feel the moisture coating the tops of my inner thighs.
Now I’ve given myself the go-ahead to do this, clearly my body’s decided to go all in.
He reaches over and swipes one of the condoms from the nightstand.
‘Come here and put this on me,’ he says, holding it out.
I walk to him and take the condom from his outstretched hand, trying to disguise how much my fingers are trembling. What’s happening to me? This whole situation is turning me into a quivering mess.
But I love it.
Tearing the wrapper, I slide out the condom then look him in the eye, waiting for his nod.
He gives it.
So I reach out and grip the base of his cock with my left hand, using my right to carefully unroll the condom along the length of him, feeling a thrill of pleasure at the sound of his intake of breath at my touch. When it’s fully unrolled and he’s completely covered, I look up into his face.
He stares back at me with such an intense expression of desire my stomach flips. I think his eyes are entirely black right now.
‘Go over there, face the wall and put your hands against it,’ he tells me, motioning with a jerk of his head to the area of the room he’s talking about.
It’s a few steps away from us and my legs tremble as I walk over there with as much grace as I can muster.
The intrigue about what he’s going to do to me when I get there is making my blood rush with endorphins.
I’m intensely high from it, every inch of my skin on alert for the next time he touches me.
When I reach the wall, I place the flats of my hands against it and wait there, my breath coming fast and hot through my throat.
I hear his slow, firm footsteps behind me and ready myself for whatever’s about to come.
My heart gives a jolt as I have a sudden realisation that I’ve missed this. So much. This heightened thrill of anticipation and the dangerous pull of desire that actuallyscaredme a little five years ago.
But not any more.
It makes me wonder what the hell I was thinking, walking away from it the way I did.
I guess I’ve grown up in that time and know more about what I want now. What Ineed.
Just as Kit seems to.
The air around me throbs with promise.
