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Chris
I’ve been dreaming of laying my hands all over him from the moment I saw him with his shirt off in his parents’ garden. Now I’ve finally had the chance to make sure that this man is real, and not just the fruit of my imagination.
Ryan is kneeling on my bed, in all his beauty. And I only say ‘beauty’ because I’m lost for any other words.
Everything I had imagined is nothing compared to what I have in front of me.
His body is carved from marble, perfectly sculpted. His muscles are tense, the veins pulsing through them; his arms are strong, overpowering, and his thighs are thick and well-defined from years of training. His abs – which I can’t help but want to trace with my tongue – delve down into the shape of a V as they disappear beneath…
“Are you staring at me?”
“Oh yeah.”
He laughs. Tonight he can’t stop laughing, andGod, it makes me really fucking happy.
He stalks towards me threateningly, and I instinctively grab onto the duvet – after having a taster of him on the sofa, I know what to expect.
“We rushed into things,” he says, seductively. “But hey, that was your fault.”
“Mine?”
“Fuck, Christine, you’re too damn sexy.”
“I think you have a problem.”
“I do: one. You, and how hard you make me.”
I glance down and see his erection, ready to take me once again. I can’t believe it.
He leans his forehead against mine and breathes heavily.
“What the fuck have you done to me?”
“Me?”
“You…what have you done to me?”
“Well, it looks like you’re still here, still breathing – and you seem fine to me,” I tease him.
He smiles.
“Exactly…I’m fine.”
I slide my hands down his face.
“You could be better, you know.”
“Oh, yeah?” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“Much better,” I say, suggestively, lifting myself up just enough to grab his dick in my hand.
“Jesus…” he says through gritted teeth.
I guide him inside me.
“I’m not finished yet, either,” I tell him, bringing myself down on top of him and feeling him make his way inside me.
