Her fingers ghosted down his shoulder to the inside of his elbow down to his fingers then back up to the side of his neck.The whole time Michael stood still.His eyes still rooted above her head.The pulse on the side his neck thrummed.
Andrea stepped closer, their chests touching.She leaned closer, taking in a deep breath of his male musky scent and kissed his shoulder.Michael released a harsh breath but otherwise didn’t move.She moved her kiss further to the side of his arm and down his bicep.
“Andrea, you don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she countered, bringing his hand up to her lips to kiss his fingertips.
“They aren’t pretty.”
“No, but it’s a testament of what you’ve been through and survived.What you sacrificed for your country.”Too many veterans gave up parts of themselves all in the name of serving their country, and all the government gave back was a clap on the back saying good job and forgetting about them.It broke her heart.
Andrea looked up into Michael’s eyes.It startled her to see moisture in them.Had no one else ever loved on his scars or told him they didn’t bother them?Michael was right, they weren’t pretty, but they didn’t disgust her or bother her.
“Are you done exploring them?”he asked, his voice deep and husky.
“No.”She had barely begun to scratch the surface.
“Don’t let me stop you.”He continued to stand there, letting her peruse his body at her pleasure.Now that her curiosity about his scars was appeased, she moved her attention to other parts of him.
Her hands stroked down his chest and abs before unsnapping his shorts which sounded easier said than done.His cock was hard, and the large bulge behind the material made it difficult to get the snap loose enough to undo.
“Need a hand?”Michael offered.
“No, I got it,” she mumbled, feeling her cheeks heat.She could do this.
Andrea gritted her teeth and forced the material to bunch and was finally able to get the button undone.Michael let out an audible groan.“That feels better.”
She bet.Andrea pushed the material down over his thighs, allowing gravity to drop them to the floor, leaving in him black boxer briefs.
“Huh/”
“What?”Michael asked, looking down at himself.“It’s bigger than it looks.The material is hiding a lot.”
“It’s not that.”She chuckled that he’d thought she sounded disappointed about the size of his cock.
“What is it?”
“I just figured you for a speedo guy.”
Michael got a mischievous look in his eyes before he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed his underwear down.“Does it look like that would fit in a speedo?”
Andrea gaped at his magnificent cock.Long and wide.It’s ruddy-colored head curling up toward his naval.A small nest of blond hair around the base of his shaft.Damn, was that thing going to fit?She’d never been with a man so well-endowed before.
“Are you done staring?”
“No.”She wanted to stroke it and learn what he liked.She reached for it, wanting to see if she could wrap just one hand or if it would take two to enclose him.
“Too bad,” was all he said before he swooped down and captured her lips.“Now it’s my turn to explore.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to remind him he had already done some exploring, but his tongue and lips felt so amazing, she didn’t care.
His tongue licked along the seam of her lips, silently asking for her to open.She did and was instantly greeted with his tongue.She dueled with his, stoking and teasing.
His hands snaked down her chest, kneading her breasts for a moment before lowering down to her shorts.He unsnapped them with the same ease as her bra and dragged the material down her legs.She kicked out of her sandals and shimmied the shorts off, leaving her in just a pair of black lace panties.
She’d taken extra care with her appearance today.Not that she had planned to have sex with Michael, but a girl had to be prepared for anything.
Michael pulled back to look down at her.“Beautiful,” Michael whispered, his gaze zeroed in on her sex.
