I’d been so hot, so ready for him. I remember practically attacking his belt-buckle with gusto in my efforts to free his erection. Oh my God. His dick. Now that I’ve pictured it, I can’t unsee it. The memory of his steely shaft and heavy balls are not details I’m supposed to be in possession of. The helpless plea he’d made when my fist curled around him for the first time, testing the weight of him against my palm… I’d dragged my hand up slowly as he released a shuddering exhale, his whole body shivering.
