Holy mother of god!
The woman was so magnificent, he couldn't find words to describe her. Every bit of saliva in his mouth dried up at the sight of her. Petite, with honey-brown curls covering her mound, rounded breasts, and curves in all the right places. Smooth skin with a hint of Kentucky tan. Her n*****s were a dusky rose, and, right now, they were swollen and pointing directly at him. He wanted to run his fingers and his tongue over every single inch of her, lick her until his mouth was filled with the flavor of her and then start all over again.
"Now you," she reminded him in a soft voice. "You need your clothes off."
"Soon. Pretty soon."
He didn't dare remove them until he got himself under control. Otherwise, he'd be no better than the teenage boy he'd once been. He cupped her
