Page 10 of Man Hands
The breathy sounds she makes are driving me crazy. I’m a fucking animal. Maybe it’s the six months without dating. Maybe it’s the meditation and the yoga Braht’s made me do. Maybe I’ve been working too hard on thishouse.
Or maybe it’s just that this woman is the answer to a wish I hadn’t knownI’dmade.
She pushes my head up and away from her breasts, and I worry that I’ve gone too far. Could I have missed her signals to stop? That’s something I’m serious about gettingright.
But then she echoes me. “May I?”sheasks.
I look down to find she’s got her hands on my belt. I nod or I grunt or whatever. She starts to unfasten the belt. But I’m still wearing more than she is, and that’s just not fair. So I peel my T-shirt off and toss it aside. My shortsarenext.
I need her underneath me. My heart thuds with excitement because I’m pretty sure where this is headed, and I can’t believemyluck.
A year of celibacy just became one hundred forty-seven days of celibacy. Butwhatever.
“Here,” I say, and I pick her up, grab a cushion from the patio furniture that’s stored in here, and lay it on the floor. Then I lay her on top of it. I kneel down, one knee on either side of her, straddling her as she looks up at me withgianteyes.
She takes a deep breath. Then her gaze travels my body slowly, descending like an elevator. When she focuses on my abs, she makes a little gurgle of delight. And then her eyes lower further. I look down to see whatshesees.
I’m pitching a major tent in my boxers. It’s not a budget-sized tent. This tent could house an army unit. So I shift the straining elastic, setting my erection free, kicking off myboxers.
Thanks, man, mydicksays.
“No problem, buddy.” I’m actually talking to my dick aloud. Whoops. I’m blaming the full moon or the pheromones my lady is letting off. She’s staring up at me now, and not with hesitation. I run a palm down my abs and she licksherlips.
Then I take myself in hand while shewatches.
That’s when her eyes roll back inherhead.
9Nice toMeetYou
Brynn
Is swooning a real thing?Because I think it justhappened.
One minute I’m watching Mr. Hot get naked. And he is fucking huge. Andbeautiful, which is more surprising. I’ve never seen a beautiful penis before. Most of them are kinda alien. This one, though…this one…I just want to put it in my mouth. Or in some other part of me. Any part,really.
But then, when he touches himself, it short-circuits my brain. Wires melt up there, or something. The next thing I know, he’s kneeling over me, stroking my cheek. “Areyouokay?”
“Perfectly,” I slur. And it’s not the alcohol. I’m getting a contact-highoffhim.
He kisses me tenderly just once. But then he groans a little and begins rolling my nipples between his lips. One nipple at a time, ofcourse.
When his hips press against mine, I push up to meet him. I’m rubbing myself against him like a cat in heat. The only thing standing between us and the Big Deed is my little pair of Easterpanties.
I feel like begging for it, but I don’t. That would beunladylike.
He pulls my nipple into his mouth again. Then—thank the lord—his big hand reaches down to trace the seam of the bunnyunderwear.
“Yes,” I breathe, trying to encourage him.Just do it,Mister!
He threads his fingers beneath the fabric, and I practically shout with joy. When he hits the spot, I’membarrassinglywet.
“Oh, fuck yes,” hemutters.
“Exactly!” I babble, and then moan as he circles my clit with a thickfinger.
“I’ve got a condom,” he rasps. “In my wallet. Like ateenager.”
“Yes,” I agree.Finally.Let’sgo.
