The words escaped before I could stop them, but when I glanced up with an apologetic expression, expecting irritation, he stared down at me with those intense green eyes, unbothered and slightly amused. Not the least bit annoyed.
Zephyr leaned back lazily, spreading his arms along the couch and his legs wider.
"So eager," he drawled with a smile.
I finally got the belt out of the way, pulling down the zipper and briefs, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of his engorged manhood.
I didn't have much experience, and I hadn't seen one that big, but my desire to have it in my mouth overruled every ounce of anxiety in me.
I ran my hand down the veiny, rigid length, marveling at the smoothness and girth. Zephyr swore something under his breath.
"You're so…" I repeated the move
