Even though he wanted so badly to look between her legs, he knew there would be plenty of time for that later, for he had other plans. She, of course, expected the teasing to be over, but she couldn’t have been more wrong.
Her lowered his face so near to her crotch that she was sure she knew what he was going to do next, but of course, she didn’t. He scoots back even more, thankful for the clothes at the back of the bed, or half of him would be off the blanket.
To describe the difference in size between them, Ara was somewhere between one-half and three-fourths the length of the blanket, whereas Angelo could lay with his head at the top of it and maybe even still have his feet hanging off the bottom, so if it weren’t for the clothing pile that they had made, he may have been more than
