Her head moved against the pressure of his hand and there was something
about the way she looked at him that stopped his sentence. Her hand slowly came
up pressing on his chest. His breathing increased, his eyes slowly began to
close. It’s been a long time since he has felt the warmth of a woman upon his
chest.
“Please.” She said soft as a whisper, a small moan in his ears, a plea for
help or pleasure he couldn’t tell which.
“What do you think?” he asked
extending his arms out standing before her like a man in control of his
destiny. Her mouth was partially hung open when he was wearing his muscle shirt
and those…jeans. She had no idea he was so toned under his clothes, they hid
his true physique very well.
“Jesus,” she breathed slowly
standing up drooling over all of those….muscles, bulging veins, and painted flesh.
she panted a few more times looking at those tattooed arms, shadows of tattoos on
his chest, six pack hardened abs bulged through the shirt and the way his jeans
rested on his hips. she whimpered a
squeak. He turned around and her gaze went to his strong back, shoulders and
…butt. She licked her lips even harder and stopped breathing noticing the
flexed muscles of his lower back and arms.
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