“You can do anything you want.”
“That’s quite the offer.”
Touch me, Doc. Take those eager hands and stroke me from root to tip.
She placed a hand on my chest—and remained still.
Peered up.
Sighed.
“You feel like a marble statue. Like Michelangelo’s David.”
“That the one who’s naked in some museum in Italy?”
She nodded as her fingertips started to wander, mapping the topography of my chest. “The Uffizi in Florence. It was quite shocking at the time, but even more so during the Grand Tours of the nineteenth century. People were scandalized at the sight of marble genitals.”
Now “genitals” is probably the least sexy way to describe a guy’s junk, but not when spoken by Franky St. James. She was close enough that my dick strained and touched her hip.
She coasted her hand down the hard planes of my stomach and lingered at the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“You should take these off.”
“You do it.”
“I wasn’t planning to be so involved.”
“Yet here we are.”
Involved in this encounter and maybe in other ways. We were trying to make a baby, and that was about as involved as you could get, I reckoned.
She kept her eyes on mine as she rolled my underwear down, but not all the way. Just enough to let my dick spring free and make itself known.
I would have forgiven her for dropping her gaze to the rather forceful presence between us, but she kept her eyes on mine. Somehow that was hotter, probably because she was wearing those slutty little librarian glasses.
“Lie down,” she said softly.
I did as I was told after kicking off the underwear. Lying back with my arm behind my head, I let her look her fill. She tracked every inch of my body, her appreciation evident. I’d never felt sexier than this moment with this woman looking at me like she wanted to lick me all over.
“Touch yourself.” Her voice had taken on a husky tone and Jesus, I was hooked. More of that, baby.
I took myself in hand and gave my cock a good, hard stroke. I was already leaking. My balls were as heavy as ten-pound gym weights. This wouldn’t take long, but damn, I needed it to last.
With the way Franky was looking at me, I needed to stay in this moment forever.
A quick inhale, and there was no doubt her nipples were peaking behind her blouse. Did she want to touch herself? Touch me? Come closer? Kiss me?
Kissing would be personal, though.
Like this already isn’t?
I needed her closer. “Sit beside me, Doc.”
She didn’t hesitate. Something about her quick acquiescence sent a surge of pleasure through my body. I squeezed the base of my cock, anxious to stem the sensations that threatened to run riot through me.
“You saw my calendar?”
“The whole world saw it.” She sounded put out.
