With her dark, silky hair spilled over the bed, Alice lay next to him and caressed him until his breath went out in a betraying hiss against her skin. She cradled his balls, gently squeezing, a teasing expression on her pretty face. “Hmm…these feel very full.” “You have no idea, honey.” He felt like his body could explode just from her exploring touch. When she stroked his scrotum with a light fingertip, he gritted his teeth and fought back the urge to ejaculate then and there. “God almighty, do that again and this is going to be over, pronto.” “Now that would be a shame.” He agreed wholeheartedly. “Tell me how you think it should be.” The provocative tone of her voice was hard won after her disastrous first marriage, and he still hesitated to push her, always letting her set the pace. She spread her legs and ran her fingers down his back as he shifted into place, her eyes drifting shut in a languid slow movement as his tip nudged her opening, widened it, and he entered her in a slick glide.
