I was a boneless, thoughtless puddle on the bed. The only thing working were my eyes and they followed his movements as he pulled away.
I stared at the powerful muscles of his shoulders, I drank in the sight of his ripped, tanned torso as he took off his briefs.
I had known that he was large and muscular but his shoulders were stronger and wider than I had imagined, hard muscles moving under his skin, jumping and flexing with every movement.
His chest was large and built, his pectorals swollen, his small brown n*****s hardened into tight points.
The hard ridges of his abdomen were starkly defined, his body arrowing down to his hips that were a slim construct to his wide shoulders.
God, he was beautiful.
In reality I didn’t own any part of him, but in this moment, I felt
