One hand reached out and lifted his thick c**k. It was almost like lifting a young tree by its trunk. He trembled and was hard. The skin on his prong was like thick satin. She ran gentle, exploring fingers across the fine texture of the skin and sighed. Her fingers touched the bumps and ridges, where veins, arteries and veinlets swelled up and covered his meat like a fine pattern of miniature roads.
Her lips shivered with an urge to lave his meat with kisses, but Kathy held herself. Not yet, not yet. That would come soon. She was still gritting her teeth, still half-mad with the lust their kissing had aroused.
Kathy gazed up at the wet sheen over the deep gray eyes of this wise and powerful Cajun. His hard, brown lips twisted in a smile.
"It's all yours, baby," his harsh voice whispered
