Teddy is standing before me, and all the air feels like it’s been sucked from the dimly lit bedroom. I’m finding it really freaking hard to breathe.
A lazy, confident smile spreads across his face, and his T-shirt does nothing to hide all that well-defined muscle.
I draw an unsteady breath, watching as he undresses.
I’ve always known how big and muscular he is. Believe me, it’s ingrained in my mind, but watching him strip just for me is messing with my head. Watching those muscles flex and jump as more and more smooth, tanned skin comes into view is torturous, and I never want him to stop torturing me.
And when he gives his pants and boxers a shove, and I see his thick erection ready just for me? It’s too much, and not enough all at once. I can’t wait to get my mouth and my hands all o
