Caught off guard by my outburst of emotion, I run my fingertips over his neck muscles, gently stroking his neck, pause for a moment, and then pull away with a smile.
He grins and we both stare at each other deeply. We're watching each other. We love to watch each other and I slowly let my gaze wander down his muscular body to his best piece. And look until I squint and see him twice. Everything perfect! The thought that I can make him so sharp makes me kind of wuschig.
"Hard as Krupp steel. You're about to burst," I tease him and wrinkle my nose.
"Well look. There's a little cheeky rascal there."
"Oh yes," I say cheekily and tug at his shirt. But he is hardly impressed by it. Instead, his hands grab my waist and turn me toward him. Giggling, I claw my fingers into his upper arms and he
