Page 63 of Brick Wall
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.”
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” I want to make sure this goes both ways.
“No, I want to,” he says nervously. “It’s not that. It’s just, uh.” He takes a deep breath, then exhales. “I’d feel more comfortable with my shirt on.”
He clammed up a few weeks ago when I tried to remove his shirt. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but maybe I should have. Perhaps something else is going on.
He takes a deep breath before deciding to speak. “I’m a big guy,” he says simply.
“Okay…” I say, slow and uncertain. I’m not sure where he is going with this conversation, and I don’t really know what to say.
“I’m fat,” he clarifies. “I don’t want you to get turned off by what you see.”
What?
What is he talking about?
He’s beautiful the way he is.
I straighten myself up and look right into his eyes. “You are handsome,” I say fiercely, and he looks like he doesn’t quite believe that. “You are. I thought that the first night we met at the bar. I was instantly attracted to you then, and I’m more attracted to you now that I know you. If you want to keep your shirt on, I’m okay with that.”
He doesn’t respond.
I take my right hand and move it slowly underneath his shirt, without removing it, drawing circles around his chest. In a husky voice, I add, “I’d love to feel your skin flush with mine. I would love to feel your heat and rub my breasts all over your bare skin. However, I understand if you are not ready, but I won’t change my mind about wanting you. I want you and I don’t want to wait much longer to be with you.”
He mumbles something under his breath that I don’t catch, but he quickly strips down so only his boxers remain.
His mouth forcefully clashes with mine as his strong body is on top of me. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I reciprocate. Our hands are all over each other’s bodies with no grace whatsoever, as we explore one another. It’s fast and messy. I can’t get enough.
He cups my breast and when his tongue flicks over my nipple, I instantly moan. Soon, his tongue dips lower toexplore.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask between breaths, and Sebastian reaches to the nightstand beside him for one.
His body hovers over me as he hands the condom over to me. I rip the package open as Sebastian slides his boxers off in front of me.
Holy Thick Dick.
His dick is long, but it’s also so thick with gorgeous veins visible.
He’s above me, waiting for me to slide the condom on him, but it takes my brain a minute to catch up. I can’t take my eyes off him. Well, his giant cock.
It’s beautiful, just like the rest of him.
Sebastian clears his throat, and my eyes float up to his. There’s a hint of amusement and mischief in his eyes. He totally caught me thirsting after him. Oh well. He’s mine now. He is going to have a rough time ditching me, especially now that I know what he’s packing.
I’d take this thick dick over a gold-encrusted penis any day.
I can’t wait until he’s inside me but I decide to take my time as I slide the magic rubber on and commit his penis to memory.
Our eyes lock as he pins me down with his hands.
“You were made for me,” he whispers as he slowly kisses my ear and then trails kisses until he finds my mouth once again.
The huff of his warm breath tickles my ear as he slides into me. Time momentarily stops, as I feel nothing but him.
He lowers his forehead to mind as we move together.
