She licked her lips and noticed his warm gaze on the action. She had done it as a stalling tactic because she didn’t know what to say or how to begin. If she didn’t do something, the moment would be lost and she’d have to start all over later. She reached for his tunic and pulled the material up until the waistband of his leggings was exposed. The bulge was huge behind the criss-cross lacings, and Kerry felt guilty she’d waited so long to do this. He must have been uncomfortable all afternoon by the size of his hard-on. Slowly, she undid the tie and pulled the lace through the eyelets until the material parted and his cock was free. Kerry dipped her hands in the dishwater again. Fingers dripping hot sudsy water, she wrapped both hands around his rigid length. Myghal groaned at her hot, slippery caress, and he thrust his hips into her grip, his cock sliding back and forth with ease. His hands went to her shoulders to hold them both steady Remembering what he’d done to her at lunch and imagining what he must be feeling now stirred Kerry’s blood.
