I started to shrug it off, but he stopped me.
“No. I want to do it,” he said, his voice hoarse with longing.
I nodded silently. He moved down to my shoulders, kissing and licking as he slowly slid the strap off my left shoulder. Then he switched to the right. Finally he moved down to the swell of my breasts, and he ohhhh so slowly pulled away the bra like he was savoring the moment as his tongue traced my cleavage.
Then the bra fell entirely away. I felt his mouth close hot and wet around my left nipple and suck at it, caressing it with his tongue. His other hand, huge and powerful, cupped my right breast.
I didn’t scream, exactly, but I moaned a hell of a lot louder.
I arched my back towards him, my entire body quivering. He moved from one nipple to the other, then back again, sucking, licking, tracing his tongue around the curves of my breast, pressing them both together so that his tongue could move from one to the other.
Oh God oh God oh God I was about to explode.
I couldn’t really say I was thinking about anything – coherent thought was beyond my abilities at that moment – but I really, really wanted to touch him again.
You know where.
No matter how good it felt, I pushed him away.
He looked up at me, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I whispered, and moved my hands down to his belt. “I just want this.”
As my fingers closed on that massive shape in his pants, he groaned and closed his eyes.
I undid the zipper and slipped my hand inside. Through the front flap of his boxers, I could feel scalding hot skin, huge and thick – but it was the base. The tip was quite a ways away, and there was no way I was going to be able to reposition him comfortably – not with his pants on.
I moved my hand up, undid the belt, then unfastened the button at his waistline.
His shaft was so big and so hard, it still held up his pants.
I decided I wanted to get a little bit closer, if you know what I mean.
Actually, I didn’t decide. I yearned to get closer. I was desperate to get closer.
I slid off the table and knelt in front of him, the plush carpet soft beneath my knees.
I gently tugged at his pants until they peeled away from his waist and fell to the ground.
Beneath his black cotton boxers, the shape looked even bigger. Almost intimidating as it strained against the cloth.
But there was even more good stuff besides that.
His thighs were muscular and tan, gorgeous and powerful.
I slid one hand up his leg and moved around to his ass.
I hadn’t seen much of it beneath his suit jacket, but it was definitely round and curvy, a firm, solid mass of muscle.
My mouth was watering.
He looked down at me, and I looked up and bit my lip. I was suddenly shy.
“Please,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with desire.
That was all it took.
I traced my fingernail softly over the shape of his shaft and watched it jump and strain beneath his boxers.
I had to see it. Now.
I reached up, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and tugged a little, then moved them around to his ass, tugged a little more.
The waistband slowly descended, and I could see he had an all-over body tan, that gorgeous brown from head to toe (and everywhere else).
I kept pulling.
The boxers slid down over the perfect curve of his ass, but his penis had shifted and was now poking straight down. All I could see was the base of his shaft, a well-groomed thatch of brown curls, and the firmest, tightest abs I’d seen outside of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.
It was… very large.
I wasn’t sure if I could even get my hand all the way around it.
Both incredible desire and, if I’m going to be honest, a little bit of fear surged through me.
But I had to see the rest of it. I HAD to.
I pulled the boxers slowly down, careful not to hurt him or stretch him too far.
I kept glancing up at his face for a hint as to how he was feeling.
He looked like he was going to go crazy with desire if I didn’t move the show along.
That’s okay, because I felt the same way, too.
I slowly slipped the boxers off the tip of his unit, and gasped as it bobbed up into place.
It was the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen.
I’ve already said I’m not that worldly. Of the ones I’d seen, they tended to strike me as… well, not that attractive. Kind of funny-looking. I liked how they felt, but I didn’t really like looking at them.
This one, I could have stared at all day.
Well, if I could have controlled myself from not using it.
It wasn’t just the size or the thickness, but the perfect aesthetics of it. It was like a perfectly sculpted piece of pink marble. Gorgeous, smooth, with a curve and heft that made my insides quiver.