Aviva
Ryan’s hands are huge. He can cover each of my breasts entirely. He can curl his thumb and forefinger around my wrists without issue. He could break my neck into splinters without even feeling the damage he’s doing.
For a moment, I feel that rush of adrenaline. Fight or flight–just because of his sheer size compared to mine and his strength. It’s simultaneously terrifying and alluring.
We’ve done this once before but not… all the way. I’ve gotten a glimpse of his c**k once or twice, but never… I’m in over my f*****g head already, and he’s done nothing more than kiss me so far.
“You’re all right,” he coaxes, noticing the tension starting to coil through my body. “At any point, you can tell me to stop.”
“I won’t,” I whisper, licking my lips as he draws away and looks down at my
