my legs shaking and weak, and especially, due to the position he had me in.
“Hell is right,” he said, completely undoing his tie. It slid like a dark serpent beneath his collar, flipping it up and basically making him the poster boy for PornHub. Especially when he tossed it and began unfastening his shirt buttons. He revealed inch by glowing inch of golden skin, a dark trail dusting down to his abs before disappearing beneath his belt buckle. He worked the shirt off, exposing a muscled torso assaulted with fine definition, his pecs thick and immaculate, his shoulders big without being bulky. This definitely had something to do with his height, more narrow than anything else, but he was still firm and large.
Large… everything.
The outline of his cock lined his pants, something I’d already felt up in the car. My mouth watered as he hovered over me, leaving his pants on and grinding against my naked bottom. He gave me a tease of that massive force between his thighs, really big.
Oh my—
He guided me to touch him, feel him as he eased my hand back and rubbed himself over my palm. He undid his pants, let me inside and…
Oh my God.
I couldn’t see him, but I could definitely feel him, fucking curious now, and what the fuck?
He really is big.
“This okay?” he asked, like he knew, like he maybe even dealt with this kind of reaction toward, um, himself. “I’ll go slow.”
“Okay.” I swallowed, closing my eyes. “Can I see you?”
I wanted to, his hand slowing mine down on top of him. I’d considered my ex-husband moderately sized, and I’d only been with a couple of others but that’d been a while ago, back in college.
Ramses slowed his hand. He basically froze upon my request, both hands easing onto my naked hips. “You sure?”
The uncertainty in his voice made laugh, that was until I glanced back and saw him. More than one wrinkle worried his brow, like he was actually worried.
Oh, wow. Is he?
I had to say, his confidence definitely had slipped a little, his eyes on me as he guided himself out and pushed his trousers down his golden thighs. Dusted in dark hairs, the same tone dusted around his extended length.
“Oh, fuck.”
I’d said it out loud. Though I hadn’t meant to, and the worry that twisted his brow pinched his lips tight. He fisted a dick well longer than the size of his hand, which said something because Ramses had some pretty big hands. He was thick at the top, veiny at the sides and his balls hung heavy, weighted beneath it all. This man had the most glorious cock I’d possibly ever seen. But that had nothing to do with the size. He was just, in a word, perfect.
I hadn’t spoken again soon enough.
I knew because he started to reach for his pants, like maybe I’d changed my mind and again, he’d expected it. I mean, I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t intimidated by all that, but I sure as fuck was game.
“Come over here,” I told him, like he had me before. I pulled him to my lips, kissing him from behind. This appeared to be enough to charge him on because he guided me to my back and let me see him full on, him on top of me, large and solid as he hung over me. I felt like a mortal to his god, an unyielding force above me.
I drew my fingers down solid muscles, Ramses biting my lip again. My mouth filled with his metallic taste, and he hovered that big body over me, his cock hard as it pulsed my inner thigh.
“I’ll go slow,” he explained again, like he had to. He’d been about to take me from behind but obviously felt comfortable enough to let me see him full on.
And how crazy was that?
I’d felt inferior to him before, this beautiful man who appeared to have his own insecurities. Honestly, the realization floored me that he could feel in any way similar to the way I’d felt when we first began. That only proved to make me even hotter for him.
“Don’t hold back,” I urged, not wanting him to. “I told you I’m a big girl.”
Apparently, a match for him, his laugh throaty when he worked his pants off those thick thighs. He had a condom in his dress pants, which he took and sheathed himself with.
“You’ve been warned.” He smiled, kissing me deep into his coat. “It might hurt.