I didn’t know if I should be honest. I decided he might want me more if I told the truth.
“No,” I said.
He turned to me, and as his body made its way around, the towel dropped.
I was face to face with a completely naked, beautiful man. I looked in his eyes and got lost in their darkness. It was warm there and I needed warmth. I’d been alone and cold for so long.
My gaze lowered and followed the form of his muscular body.
His neck was thick and wide, his chest massive.
His nipples dark and hard.
Like a tree trunk, his muscles formed trenches, deep grooves at his stomach.
G
olden bark that begged to be touched.
Just below his washboard stomach was a thin line of dark hair that stretched from his belly button down to a well groomed patch above his cock.
His cock.
I noticed the head of it first.
Immense.
Sturdy.
Luscious.
I was entranced.
Then I felt his hands find their way to my waist and help with my pants. He dropped to his knees and tugged, pulling them over my thighs and dropping them to the floor.
I was free.
But vulnerable.
And impatient.
I kicked off my shoes and slid out of my pants.
I looked down to see an eager grin. James stared up at me with lust in his eyes.
He tilted his head to the right, opened his mouth, and found the trim around my panties, right between my pussy and my thigh.
He bit down on it, pulling the fabric with his teeth. He wanted to eat me.
I wanted him to eat me.
To taste me.
I wanted him to take my pussy in his mouth and devour me.
My husband could fuck all the young cunts he wanted to.
I was about to be feasted upon.