Ceasar’s Pov
I let my shorts fall from my waist to my ankles, the soft fabric pooling around my feet, and my semi-hard c**k sprang free, slick and pulsing with urgent need.
A shiver of relief rolled through me as the cool air brushed against the sensitive length, teasing me with a sharp, delicious contrast to the fire blazing through my body but the chill did nothing to quell the ache, not with her standing there, bare and breathtaking, every curve of her skin drenched in the warm spray, droplets clinging to the swell of her breasts, the smooth slope of her stomach, and the dip of her hips. My hands itched to roam, to grip, to drag her closer, to feel her shiver and tremble beneath my touch.
The sight of her drove a surge of desperate need through me, making my c**k throb harder, pulsin
