“So many things I want to do to you, and I want you to do to me. It might take a long time.” My breath hitched. “How long?” Lifting my T-shirt over my head, he dropped it to the floor. “Years.” I tugged his T-shirt off, palming his pecs. “Years?” “Yeah.” Lowering himself into a crouch, he slid his hands up my thighs, leaning in to nuzzle at my hardening cock. “Years and years.”
