He’s not wearing underwear, I realized and that sent another flush of heat through me. I was beginning to realize that it was the little things that caught you.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a low voice that was equal parts soothing and lusty.
With a shuddering breath, I nodded. “Y-yes. Yes, sir.”
He smiled. Standing on his bed, still between my legs, he began to push down his leather pants. I watched him with wide eyes as he pulled the material away to expose a long, hard member. I’d watched porn before. I’d seen a c**k and everything, but not in person. And not like this. Not like his.
It was hard as rock, the veins exposed along the shaft, stopping just before the bulbous head. The skin there was the same soft honeyed hue as the rest of him, but the mushroomed head was pinker.
