It was only after the third round that Dale finally collapsed beside me, his arms wrapping around my naked body as we panted our sweaty self to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, but with the shower running, I could be certain he was in it.
Soon after, the water stopped, then he got out, wrapped in a towel from the waist.
My eyes trailed down his torso. The broadness in his shoulders, down to his bare chest graced with smooth strands of wet hair, gluing to the hardness his chest possessed.
Then they moved past his smooth packs to the outline of d**k, barely evident under the covering with the towel.
But it was there and my eyes caught it.
“You stare like a hungry deer.” He had that sexy voice only someone like Dale Beldson could use without sounding cringe.
When my
