His big hands spanned the entirety of my ass, fingers moving inside to just barely brush against my sex.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt, and he wasn’t even touching me fully yet.
I shivered as his mouth moved lower, pressing a kiss to the top seam of my pussy lips.
“Not that this isn’t beautiful,” I whispered huskily. “But I’d really fucking love to see you naked, too. And it’s freezing in here. I need something—or someone—to warm me up.”
My nipples were pebbled hard, and it wasn’t only the arousal making them that way.
It was freezing in here.
He stood to his full height, towering over me, and yanked off his thermal shirt.
The next to go was the belt buckle.
Then the jeans dropped to the floor.
He toed out of his boots, leaving the jeans in a pile on top of them, and stood there in nothing but black boxer briefs.
The lungs that never seemed to fail me before did so then as I got my first good look at him.
Tall and broad, he really was built like a Viking.
No tattoos at all.
“I don’t know why,” I found myself saying. “But when I saw you for the first time, I envisioned you with tattoos everywhere.”
He hooked his thumbs into his underwear before saying, “Used to have them. Had them removed. Part of the whole ‘I need to hide’ thing I had going on with being an escaped convict.”
Then he pushed his underwear to the floor, and any thought of tattoos, tattoo removal, or escaped convicts was pushed to the back of my head.
“You, um.” I blinked a couple of times to see if I could clear my vision. But nope, when I refocused, his huge cock was still very much there. And very much hard. And very much way bigger than I ever expected it would be. “You’re quite, um, large.”
He fisted his cock and tugged on it a few times before he said, “One thing about having a big dick is that people always tell you it’s big. But hearing it from you makes me worried. I won’t just ram it in. I’ll take my time. You never have to worry about that with me.”
I moved toward him until the only thing that was between us was his hard cock.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything quite so big,” I admitted, looking down at it.
It was huge.
Hard and angry looking.
The head was a dark shade of purple. The veins that were running along the length of it looked swollen and heavy.
His balls hung low underneath his cock, swaying side to side when he closed the distance and pressed his cock against my belly.
The slick of precum that was on his tip painted itself across my belly, and I had to reach down to swipe my fingers through it and bring it up to my lips.
I felt as well as heard his groan as I brought that finger to my lips and sucked it clean.
“Condom or no condom?” he asked.
“I got an implant a year or so after Wendy was born to help with my periods,” I said. “I’m clean. Like I said, I haven’t been with anyone since that one drunken night that resulted in Wendy.”
He backed me up using his body until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
Then he pushed me onto the bed with a light hand on my belly.
