I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s a god. Adonis. The way he looks. The way he moves. The way I know he’s going to fuck. But it’s more than what he is that makes him divine. Because, yeah, he’s beautiful, but also he makes me feel beautiful.
It’s been a long time since someone’s made me feel like that. Like sexy beautiful. Maybe I’ve missed it more than I realized.
He wriggles out of his jeans as he climbs up over me, and he’s good at it. Good at undressing quickly in awkward positions without getting caught in his clothes the way I would if I tried something similar.