His face was in shadows as he rose over me again. The moon seemed as bright as the sun to my eyes and I tried to see his blue eyes. My breath quickened with each movement as he unfastened my pants and pulled them to my knees. He stroked me through the thin material and grunted in male satisfaction, before he pulled them down as well.
I tried to get my hand on him but he pulled back. “Let me touch you too,” I whispered.
He shook his head. “Not yet. Tonight is just for you.” And he gently pushed my hands away. “Just lay back and let me please you.” He winked at me. “Let me taste you.” His fingers were working their magic on me. “Of course, it might take me awhile since I find that I can never get enough of you. But I do so enjoy trying.”
Again he lowered his head. This time his mout
