Emily's pov
I chewed on my lower lip, my trembling fingers finally pushing down the zipper.
I can hear the beating of his heart.
It's loud.
Just as loud as mine.
I looked up at him under my lashes while I hooked my fingers through his jeans and peel it off him.
His eyes pierce through mine, watching me intensely as I peel off his briefs slowly too.
His election is freed, hard, girthy and lengthy. Bryson is the picture of perfection.
He jerks, the veins wrapped around his entire length pulsing.
I stare at him in awe. Taking the magnificent sight of him up this close.
He was beautiful. Like a work of art.
His tip gleamed with pre-c*m and the white creamy substance somehow make his d**k look even more yummy.
I can't help myself, my wandering curious hand wrap around him, causing h
