He looks amazing.
Seriously amazing.
He's hard all over, every golden inch of him just rippling with muscles, and oh...chest hair. I've never really imagined myself being with a man with chest hair, but now that Slater with that matt of hair covering the taut panes of his chest is standing before me...
That's my peg right there.
I will never ever want a man with a hairless chest after this.
Ever.
He's just so beautiful, dammit.
Just so, so beautiful that I hear myself whispering those very words.
"You're so beautiful."
"That should be my line," he mocks.
"Doesn't make it any less true—-" My voice falters when I notice the way his cock has started to swell.
And it's still swelling.
It just keeps growing that by now the head of his cock is knocking against my stomach—-
Oh my God.
Since I'm not even of average height, can that huge thing really fit me?
I clear my throat rather gingerly, but when I lift my gaze to his—-
The sexy little smirk playing over Slater's lips speaks volumes, and I feel torn between embarrassment and exasperation.
He's obviously laughing at me!
He's making me feel silly about being worried, but...
"Are you really, absolutely sure that's going to fit?" I can't help asking nervously.
"We'll make it work," is all he's willing to say, and I don't know whether to cry in fear or excitement.
We'll make it work?
That has to be a joke, right?
Because if it isn't...
My gaze flits back to his cock.
So huge.
And...ooooh...
Slater finally starts moving towards me, and my heart starts banging away.
A layer of cold sweat films my skin, and I can hardly breathe as anticipation seizes my limbs and renders them frozen.
One knee presses down on the bed, and I feel the mattress dip under his weight.
Another knee follows, and he's now kneeling right in front of me, that thick, fat rod of his just inches away from the sleek walls of my entrance.
He gives me a gentle push, and I let my body fall back against the bed.
He moves forward, his muscular body casting shadows as he looms over me, and I stare up at him, naked and trembling.
His gaze starts to roam my body oh so slowly, and I feel self-conscious when his gaze lingers on my chest. "I know it's too small—-"
"It's exactly how I like it," he says thickly. "I've always wanted breasts that my hands can completely cover..."
Aaaah!
He's suited action to words, his hands engulfing my breasts...
"Because if I can do that, then it also means I can do this..."
He plumps one breast up as he bends down, and I arch up with a gasp when I feel nearly my entire tit disappear into the moist warmth of his mouth.
Oh God.
I find myself gripping his head unthinkingly, my body writhing and buckling under his muscular hardness as Slater goes on to devour my swollen and aching tit.
I've always hated how small my breasts are, but now I practically want to weep in gratitude for it.
Thank heavens they're small.
Because if they weren't, then I'd never have been able to experience something this exquisite, and aaaaah...
As Slater switches his attention to my other breast, plumping it like he did with the other before swallowing my flesh whole, his free hand doesn't remain idle, and I find myself clutching at his head rather tightly when he starts rubbing my nipple between his fingers.
My head starts to toss and turn even as I practically shove my tit into his mouth while gripping his hair.
It just feels so, so good that I don't want it to end, and I sob out loud when it gets even better.
With his mouth still hungrily sucking on my breast, Slater gradually lowers the rest of his body, and my legs immediately start snaking around his as I welcome his weight.
He's so much bigger than me that I knew there was a chance I might feel crushed. But instead his weight is reassuringly solid and so terribly exciting. He's just so big and hard all over that he makes me feel even more womanly than usual, and I can't get enough when I feel his chest hair brushing against my skin.
Slater suddenly wrenches his mouth off my breast, but before I can cry out, he's already covered my mouth with his, and my moan melts into the hungry urgency of his kiss.
Our tongues start to mate, and as our lips meet over and over, I feel his hand slipping between our bodies to take hold of his cock.
He starts sliding his cock against my folds, and I whimper against his mouth.
I love how hard and smooth it feels against the swollen silkiness of my folds, and I find myself clasping the muscled cheeks of his ass so I can anchor myself while lifting my hips.
Aaaah!
It's just the tiniest flick, the head of his dick nudging against my clit, and yet it's more than enough for me to start seeing stars.