I want him like I’ve never wanted any man before. I want to be back in his arms.The hunger grew. It clawed at her gut and flooded her womb with flames. Frantic with need, she reached out as he rose from the seating. Her fingers snagged his boxers and tugged. They slid down to mid-thigh. Her eyes flicked all over him. Down the stripe of hair that bisected his lean torso until it thickened into a dense thatch low on his belly. At his dark jutting shaft which reared up hot and impatient. At his big heavy testicles, swinging in their soft pouch.God—he looked so potent, so powerful!He pulled her up, and she quaked as he dropped to his haunches beside her and hooked his thumbs into her G-string. He drew it down slowly, following with soft kisses along her thigh. Why didn’t I do something nice like that for him?“Lift your foot, cherie.”She obeyed.“And the other one.”She quailed as he sat back on his heels and surveyed her. It was so light in the boat the sun lit up every detail.
