He had given me permission to do as I pleased and sink my teeth into any part of his body at will and I'm doing just that. At some point, he had slipped his jogger pants off his body and he's as naked as I am.
My eyes can't stop staring. I've always only turned my gaze away from that part of his body. I've never really gotten a clear view of the thing down there.
But now that I'm staring, because I know I can no longer run or hide from this, I'm filled with fear, a twisted excitement and anticipation.
I'm scared because the length, erectness and thickness makes it seem as though it's breathing… No, it's definitely breathing. I feel a form of excitement because my fingers are tempted to touch the thick visible veins. I can't help but want to trace those crooked lines. And I'm anticipating his expression when my finger touches him there and I'm also anticipating the many things that people say that thing can make a woman feel.
