She took his hand and drew him onto the bed with her. “Now, let’s see what I’ve been given to work with,” she said playfully, stripping the towel from his waist. “Ah.”
“Ah, what?” he asked, when the ensuing silence had become too much to bear.
“Ah, very nice,” she said, smiling up at him. As if calming a restless puppy, her hand settled over his hardness. Testing, exploring. Her fingers were light and warm, and he twitched under her touch. “I’m glad you’re not too big,” she added.
“Too big?”
“Do I look like I play for the WNBA?” she asked tartly. “Most women don’t want a guy hung like a bull, Danny. Especially a woman who has to wear heels to reach five-four. I’m short. You’re bigger than me. And if you had a great big donkey-d**k I might have had to go out and look for a plan B.
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