'Sit down,' he says to her, pressuring her shoulders lightly. He doesn't move away but he wants her to see this, see what she's done to him.
He slides his shirt off and tosses it, holding her eyes as he works his belt open. He knows he looks damn good but it's not just about showing off - he wants to hold off just a fraction longer and he also wants to make sure she sees him as a man. He may not be fifty years old but he doesn't want her thinking he's a kid and what's more masculine than this?
As soon as his belt's loose his pants slip off his slim hips; he smiles with a corner of his mouth as he eases his shorts down carefully over his erection. They're left at mid thigh and he glances down, noting the dark angry colour at the leaking tip, the strain of the skin, the swell and tightness of his sac. It's heaven to run a hand down his length and squeeze his balls, letting out a breath and meeting her eyes once more.
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:59 pm (UTC)He slides his shirt off and tosses it, holding her eyes as he works his belt open. He knows he looks damn good but it's not just about showing off - he wants to hold off just a fraction longer and he also wants to make sure she sees him as a man. He may not be fifty years old but he doesn't want her thinking he's a kid and what's more masculine than this?
As soon as his belt's loose his pants slip off his slim hips; he smiles with a corner of his mouth as he eases his shorts down carefully over his erection. They're left at mid thigh and he glances down, noting the dark angry colour at the leaking tip, the strain of the skin, the swell and tightness of his sac. It's heaven to run a hand down his length and squeeze his balls, letting out a breath and meeting her eyes once more.
'Look what you did.'