Mia’s eyes followed his hands as they moved to the snap on his jeans; she watched him lower the zipper and kick the jeans off and across the floor. His c**k was pushing his boxers out and she knew he was just as huge down there as he was everywhere else. Her breath caught and she reached out, almost afraid. Nick closed his eyes and groaned as she touched him, stroking him through the material.
His self-control getting a bit shaky, he turned her around and undid the clasp on her bra, kissing the back of her neck. She shivered and felt her legs weaken. She faced him again and his eyes went to her breasts.
“Perfect,” he said.
“Not too small?” she said.
“No, babe. Perfect.” He ran his tongue over her n*****s, kissing and lapping at them. His hands were on her back, and she arched and push
