I watched in awe as he tore at my pants to get them off.
Slow down. It was right there on my tongue, but the truth was I didn’t want him to take it easy. I wanted him as much as he wanted me and so I lifted my behind to make it easier for him to get the baggy boy pants off of me and was rewarded with another sexy growl when he tore them off me.
A desperate need to touch him made me reach out to lift his shirt, indicating for him to take it off.
With a hand behind my neck, Tyton raised me up to sit in front of him and then he pulled off his t-shirt and stood like an oven of body heat in front of me. He was broad-chested and while he investigated my body, I did the same with his. I registered his hands lifting my breasts as if he wanted to feel their weight, but I was busy sliding my fingers down his abdomen with deep fascination. There were six squares under his strong chest and a line of light brown hair that led from his navel down to his pants.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered and leaned down to take one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Take off your pants.”
“What?” The word was muffled because he’d filled his mouth with my left breast.
“I want to see where the line leads.”
“What line?” He straightened a little and looked down at himself.
“That line in the middle of your lower squares.” I pointed to the hairs under his navel.
“Squares? You mean my six-pack?”
I nodded to his pants again. “Take them off.”
“Oh wow, who would have thought Motlanders could be so demanding?” His smile was cheeky when he opened his pants and pushed them down a little.
My fingers trailed down the line until it hit more hair, but he would need to push his pants lower so I could see everything. “More.”
He laughed. “You want more?”
“Yeah. I want to see all of you.”
“Then you do it.” His voice was hoarse with arousal and, biting down on his lower lip, he raised his hands. “I’m all yours.”
It was like a challenge and moving further out on the edge of the table, I sat naked with my fingers pushing down on his pants.
“Fuck, you don’t know how hot it is to have you undress me.”
We locked eyes and then I tugged him closer to me. “I never got to see that part of you in the meadow.”
“I didn’t know you wanted to.”
“I’m a curious woman.”
His fingers pushed a lock of my hair back and he gave me a lopsided grin. “But if nudity really isn’t a big deal to you, then you must have seen lots of dicks.”
“Never one that was hard.” Without breaking eye contact, I slid his pants all the way down. He had nothing on underneath since he’d left behind his wet briefs on the beach.
His lips were parted and he breathed faster when my hands slid over his naked and very firm behind.
Slowly, my eyes lowered down his strong chest to his navel and along that trail of hair that ran all the way to his crotch.
His penis was enormous and pointing right at me.
“Don’t be scared,” he whispered and used a finger to lift my chin and meet his eyes again.
“I’m not scared.”
“Then why did your eyes just double in size?”
