He nodded and climbed off her, helping her up and guiding her to the bedroom. He picked her up easily, despite looking so thin, and kissed her deeply as he carried her to the bed.
His eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim light, his beautiful lavender hued iris' haunting but so full of love that it was nearly unsettling. He started to undress, slowly, like he was putting on a show for her.
She was whining and squirming. She was panting and eyeing him with love and lust. She loved this already. No man she had been with had ever eyed her like this. He wasn't looking at her like a piece of meat, but like an idol that needed to be worshipped.
He wasn't built but he wasn't skin and twigs either. He was all lean and pure muscle and one hundred percent hers. He pushed off his jeans and boxers and revealed that he was already hard and throbbing for attention. He was massive, to say the least.
He moved and kissed her deeply, his hands moving to roam her body. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, he could pet her for hours and only want to touch her more.