laughter as we get stuck in the rest of our clothes. But finally, I get to see all of him.
And oh my god.
I know for sure most men don’t look like this. I let my eyes trail over his body, from the broad
shoulders, to the strong chest, and over the ridges of his abs. All of it is beautiful. Wait, no, men aren’t
beautiful, right?
All of him is super manly and handsome.
That thought makes me giggle, but all my humor vanishes as I get to his waist and what lies below
it.
Okay, now I’m a bit nervous.
“So I know you’re not crazy big. I mean, that store Bree took me to has…really big thingeys, but I
am wondering if there might be a way of easing into this, so to speak.“ Or maybe we have to literally
easehimintoit.
Zach doesn’t look like he’s paying any attention. In fact, I know he’s not. He’s got a glazed look on
his face as he stares at my boobs, and I can’t quite decide how I feel about it. Do I cross my arms
over my chest? Do I bounce up and down and let them wiggle? I go for the wiggles because, honestly,
if he’s going to kick me out of his bed, I’d rather it happen now and not later.
I do a bit of a shimmy on my back against the cool white sheets. That glazed look morphs into a
look of absolute hunger. Okay, he’s not going to kick me out. In fact, he looks like he wants to tie me
to the bed and keep me here forever, which, honestly, I’d be up for. His admiration helps dissolve the
last little bit of the shyness I was holding onto.
His hand trails reverently from the hollow of my throat down to my sternum and rests there. “You
are so fucking beautiful. I can’t decide what I want to touch first.“
I’m not having the same problem. Taking the bull by the horns, or in this case, the man by the
penis, I wrap my hands around him. He jumps as his breath comes out in a shudder.
I wasn’t prepared for how hot he is or how smooth his skin would be. Peeking at him carefully to
make sure he’s on board, judging by the dopey look on his face he is, I let my fingers roam over him. I
dance them along his shaft and to the tip, gently rubbing, squeezing, and caressing. Then, more to
satisfy my curiosity than anything else, I bend down and give him a lick.
I’m not sure what I expected it to taste like. Wait, yes, I do know.
Gross.
