Anticipation puckered her nipples and clenched deep inside her. In seconds, he’d taken off his shirt and pants, and had his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his black underwear. His bulge pushed the fabric tight, far, far out in front of his hips. He was a big one. “You sure?” His eyes narrowed as his body tensed. “I’m sure.” She tried to smile, but waves of lust radiated from her core and made conscious movement impossible. He stripped off his underwear and strode toward her. Hard, long, and thick, his cock bobbed with each step. The mushroom-shaped head begged for her to suck it. “You look at me that way, I’m not gonna have much restraint, sugar.” “Good. I want you that way.” She reached for him as he stepped into the tub, and she slid her wet body along his dry, hard one. Against her belly, his shaft pressed hot and demanding. His hands caressed her shoulders, down her arms, as his breathing became faster. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” Tracy slicked her dripping palms over his big shoulders, down his arms, loving the corded muscles as they flexed with his movements.
