He stood gazing into her eyes in the doorway of his Tanglewood mansion. His skin was soft and clear. His short, brown hair was neatly gelled back. He towered over her. His muscular thighs fit perfectly into his blue jeans. He wore a black, collared shirt.
A waft of sandalwood filled the air, as she neared him.
He wrapped his arms tight around her.
She could feel his warm breaths on the top of her head. He sniffed her as he kissed her locks of black hair.
She fit perfectly in his arms. Suddenly, she felt his hand holding hers.
He led her into the living room and turned around. “Hi babe,” he said, his voice a soft whisper.
“Hi.” She shivered with goosebumps.
“You cold?”
She smiled. “Just excited, I think.” This man turns me on like no other.
“Good,” he said. “You look stunning. Come
