Zack started pulling me up the stairs the moment we got into his house. I was eager and ready, his sidelong glances as he drove further ramping up my arousal. It didn’t help that every time we stopped at a red light, he would reach over to palm my c**k. And when I gasped and writhed at his touch, he would grin and say, “Just checking.”
By the time we made it to his bedroom, nerves were starting to settle into my gut. I certainly wasn’t a stranger to toys—I had a silicone dildo that came to bed with me most nights—but it had been a long time since I’d had s*x with another person. As Zack started pulling off his clothes, my breath stuttered in my lungs. He was all sleek muscle and golden skin, and for just a minute, I was afraid I wouldn’t measure up. He was just so pretty, and I had gray i
