Her eyes never left his as her hands passed his stomach, past his abs and the dark tribal tattoos that marked him.
His hands didn't stop, and he didn't stop her; no, far from it, she could see the slight, confident smirk he was giving her.
One that said, I have nothing, absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, and why would he, even before he brought his new physique from the system he had always been gifted,
it was just now that gift was something almost no man could replicate, something they would envy
Her hands finally found what they were looking for past his boxers; it was warm, the type of warmth that made you feel safe even if it could burn you with a little more heat
As she grasped it, her hands tightened a little, alarmed not just by the length but the girth too; she could barely wrap both hands around it
But even so, a smile blossomed on her face, a soft, seductive smile, as she leaned forward, placing her chin on his shoulder and her lips to his ear, whispering
