Jassy
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice low and rough, as our lips parted and he went for the side of my neck.
“What does it look like?” he asked as he began to shimmy the jeans down my hips, then returned to my neck. I never knew the feel of sandpapery stubble could be so wonderful, and my nose was full of cedar and manly musky, he lightly bit my neck and reached a hand up beneath my tank top. He ran a big paw of a hand over my stomach, sending flutters through my body and making me catch my breath.
With his belt unbuckled and jeans unfastened, I pushed his pants down around his hips. I slipped a slender hand inside the front of his underwear and grabbed hold of his already-hard c**k. And, God, what a c**k it was. Not too small, not too big. Cut, perfect, and just as excited to be held
