George
Her hands were light on his chest, and he hummed appreciatively against her lips as she cleaned the last remnants of mud from his torso, exploring every dip and curve in a way that set him aflame. When she stepped out of her bottoms, he ran his hands lightly down her body, following the curve of her hips - but before he could explore her further, she was pulling away, catching his eye as she pushed his shorts down almost painfully slowly, leaving him to stand naked before her, his cock fully erect.
She rested her cheek on his hip, her warm breath making him twitch, and he reached to run his fingers gently through her hair. He wanted to tell her that this was more than okay, that this was more than he could have dreamed would come of their second date, that she could do pretty much anything to him at this moment and she wouldn't hear a word of complaint, but that all seemed like more than was needed at this particular moment in time, so instead he simply answered, "Yes."
She rested her cheek on his hip, her warm breath making him twitch, and he reached to run his fingers gently through her hair. He wanted to tell her that this was more than okay, that this was more than he could have dreamed would come of their second date, that she could do pretty much anything to him at this moment and she wouldn't hear a word of complaint, but that all seemed like more than was needed at this particular moment in time, so instead he simply answered, "Yes."
