Don't Be Scared

He slid my hand down his stomach, ever so slowly, until I felt my fingers brush against something hard and fleshy. It felt like a muscle. He let out a breathy moan and my heart jumped into my throat.

"Feel it..." he whispered, guiding my hand.

I slid my fingers all the way up his shaft, feeling him pulse in my hand. The skin was loose and slid around. My fingers could discern every ridge and vein across his length, and the reality of it almost scared me. I squeezed my hand, and his voice broke. He really was very hard. I didn't ever realize a man could get that hard, I always just thought it was... A theory? Penis scared me.

"Mykal, you're torturing me."

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry." I pulled my hand away. I couldn't meet his gaze.

"No, you're okay, sweetie." He replaced my hand. It felt like... Warm, smooth stone covered in skin. Not long, only about four or five inches, but thick. Perfect. For some reason, I found myself wondering if it was heavy...

I wanted to throw the covers off of him and just stare. Just take him all in with my eyes, and then eat my heart out. I wanted to explore his body, ravish him.

"Mykal?"

"Hmm?"

"I think we just need to have sex."

I looked up, shocked by his candor, but turned on immensly by it.

"Y-yeah."

"Come here then..."

All of a sudden, he laid me down on my back and threw the covers away from our bodies. The rush of cool air gave me goosebumps, and I pulled my legs up, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Trent--!"

"What?"

I felt so exposed in front of him. "I-- I don't--"

"Don't what?" he asked, "Take this away..." He gently pushed my legs back down, prying my arms from my chest and running a hand up and down my torso.

"Trent..."

"You're beautiful," he said, searching my entire body with his eyes.

"No, don't look..."