Chapter 18: Fuzzy-Headed
We undressed, peeling off each other’s clothes and dropping them to the bedroom floor. Our tongues danced together, and our bare chests collided. n*****s rubbed together, and our tight navels kissed.
I couldn’t think of anyone so beautiful in my life as he stood and faced me in my upstairs bedroom: huffing chest covered in black hair, light eyes reflecting in the tan light, broad shoulders with dents and perfect muscles, and pecs with pointed-pink n*****s. I stared at the plump fixture between his legs: upright, eight inches long, uncut and with extra skin, veined.
“Handsome,” escaped me as I wiped fresh spittle away from my mouth with the back of my right hand.
“You’re not such a bad-looking blond, if I may say so.”
We collided again, chest against chest, c**
