26: Desire

He laughed softly before pulling at his shirt and tossing it onto the floor. He didn’t give me time to analyse his now-naked upper body because he gripped his trousers, unzipped them, and pulled them off the next second.

He let me feast my eyes on him. His shoulders were broad and hard. His chest was slightly hairy and muscled up, and his abs were rigid with fine muscles. He had a broad upper body and a narrow waist. There was a delicious v-line I wanted to trace my tongue over, and it continued into his boxer brief.

My throat ran down as he was left in nothing more than his boxer briefs. He looked full, and I knew he would be enormous. I swallowed, but I willed myself to finish what I started. “Please continue.”

He gripped the waistband of his trousers and pulled it down his powerful, hairy legs, and when he came back up, he stood naked as the day he was born.

I dreaded looking up because I knew what waited for me was something monstrous. But this was what I asked for, and I couldn’t