“You have nothing on under that robe I bet.” I said, my voice barely a whisper. I stood at the bedroom door, paralyzed with fear. Spencer had been walking toward the bed but stopped in his tracks. He spun around slowly, a cautious smile spreading across his face.
“Come here and let me show you.”
The muscles in my legs tightened, and I felt beads of sweat rolling down my side. My feet wouldn’t budge. I was so afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing. My c**k was rock hard. I wanted nothing more than to make love to Spencer, but I wasn’t sure if ‘making love’ was what he wanted. I’d give anything to make him want me the way I wanted him, but at the very least I could pretend that his heart was open to mine.
Spencer’s hands moved to his waist, and moments later the cool blue fabric of his
