I can feel the hunger inside of him. I can feel his need to have me. I know the feeling because I feel it, too. Isaac growls again and his finger disappears from beneath my dress. It takes him all of a second to undo the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. He’s not wearing any underwear beneath his jeans and his cock springs out at me, erect and hungry. “Commando, huh?” I say. “Boxers are a waste of time.” The smile on my face widens as I wrap my fingers around his cock. There’s nothing in the way, this time, and he feels like soft silk sheathing hard steel. I begin stroking his full length and my pulse races when his eyes roll into the back of his head. He’s big. Very big. “You’re not anything like what I expected to find in the city,” I say. My fingers squeeze him just a little harder and he lets out a little groan. “You’re rugged. Not like all of those Wall Street boys.” When his eyes reconnect with mine it’s like we’ve been transported to another place.
