“What’s sauce for the goose.” Humor struck her, and she couldn’t resist adding, “Or, more apropos to the situation, what’s sauce for the hen is sauce for the, um…cock?”
He stared at her. Then his shoulders rocked with laughter.
Rather pleased with herself, she said, “Will you show me what to do? How to please you?”
“You do please me, just by being you. But if you want to explore…”
“I do,” she said, nodding eagerly.
“…then do to me what you liked me doing to you.”
She thought about it. “But I liked everything.”
His grin was slow, wolfish. “Then I’m even luckier than I realized.”
A host of ideas crowded her brain, all of them bold, brazen.
Exciting.
“I want to see you,” she blurted. “Without the dressing gown.”
Rising to his knees, he shed the garment. At the sight of his brawny virility, her breath jammed in her throat. He was like a living, breathing Titan: powerfully honed, no excess flesh anywhere, just slabs of muscle rippling on his big frame.
Moonlight silvered the sinew twisting over his broad shoulders and bulging at his biceps. Whorls of dark hair covered his broad chest. The hair narrowed into a trail that drew her gaze downward toward his corrugated abdomen, the prominent vee of muscle that girdled his pelvis, the taut hollows of his hips. And there, hanging between his muscular thighs…
Zounds. He was huge...everywhere. His long, thick cock jutted out like a heavy branch.
She lifted dazed eyes to his. “You’re beautiful.”
His lips tipped up. “Men aren’t beautiful, sweeting.”
“You are,” she said with feeling.
His eyes flared again, and the next instant he was atop her. His hard, warm, naked body pressed against hers for the first time, and she sighed at the heady pleasure. At the arousing contrast between them. She could lie there for hours, just feeling him, being close, skin to skin.
“You’re soft as a kitten,” he said huskily.
“You’renot.” Wonderingly, she ran her hands over his shoulders, the ropes of muscle shifting beneath the sleek skin. Feeling the pulsing heft of his erection against her belly, she wetted her lips and noticed how his gaze followed the movement. “You’re hard…all over.”
He bent his head, spreading her lips with his tongue, thrusting into her mouth. She drew eagerly on his offering, sucking it like a sweet, and his growl filled her throat. As they kissed, his body moved over hers, his hair-covered chest titillating the tips of her breasts, tingles shooting to her sex. She moaned as his rock-hard thigh wedged into her cove. He nudged deeper, and she could feel her dew slickening the friction.
“Devil and damn,” he said in a guttural voice. “You’re ready again.”
Was sheever. But there was something else she wanted to do.
“Wait,” she said breathlessly. “It’s my turn to pleasure you.”
“If you give me any more pleasure, I’ll explode.”
“That’s the general idea, isn’t it?”
She tasted his laughter when he kissed her again. Kissed her so hard and deep and long that she nearly forgot what she’d intended to do. Until he took her hand, dragging it down the granite-hard planes of his body to his manhood. Her breath caught as he wrapped her hand around his rampant arousal, her fingers barely circling the thick, heavy stalk.
“It’s so big,” she blurted. “How do you walk around with this?”
“It’s not usually this way.” Humor glinted in his eyes. “Unless I’m around you.”
She liked that. Liked that she could arouse him. It made her feel feminine and powerful. Intrigued, she ran her fingertips up the rearing shaft, feeling the raised veins, the virile pulse. She swept her thumb over the wide tip, and satiny moisture seeped from the tiny hole at its center.
