After coming apart in Colin’s embrace, I cleaned myself up again while he took a shower, promising he’d jerk off to the memory of how I looked when I climaxed.
And, God, wasn’t that a hot image. Nearly enough to make me hard again, imagining him in the shower—all pale skin and coppery hair. Because, yeah, his erect c**k had sat nestled in a thatch of red curls just a shade darker than his flaming hair.
His viral status had never strayed far from my mind as we’d touched. I’d done my research and understood the risks. Part of me mourned we had things we couldn’t do—the rest of me rejoiced that once we got the green light, I planned to move full steam ahead.
If he’s strong enough.
If he’s strong enough.Well, there was that. I wasn’t a doctor. I didn’t know the difference between side effe
