96.2

He looked down at me, and I looked up and bit my lip. I was suddenly shy.

“Please,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with desire.

That was all it took.

I traced my fingernail softly over the shape of his shaft and watched it jump and strain beneath his boxers.

I had to see it. Now.

I reached up, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and tugged a little, then moved them around to his ass, tugged a little more.

The waistband slowly descended, and I could see he had an all-over body tan, that gorgeous brown from head to toe (and everywhere else).

I kept pulling.

The boxers slid down over the perfect curve of his ass, but his penis had shifted and was now poking straight down. All I could see was the base of his shaft, a well-groomed thatch of brown curls, and the firmest, tightest abs I’d seen outside of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.

Wow.

It was… very large.

Incredibly thick.

I wasn’t sure if I could even get my hand all the way around it.

Both incredible desire and, if I