His Treasure: Chapter 8: The waiting game.
I'm yours Her heart skipped a beat. Her fingers brushed on his beard. She looked into his eyes, and saw a certainty in his gaze that made her shiver. "You're serious?" she asked. He took her hand and pressed it on his chest. She felt his rapid heart beat. He brought her hand down past his belly to his crotch. He brushed it against him and sighed. She opened her hand and cupped him. Even through his trousers she could tell he was well endowed. Her eyes widened as she circled her hand around his girth. ' He's big!' she mused. Ryan closed his eyes and his head went back as his body shivered a little. "Hmm, baby," he groaned softly. Watching the way he responded to her she wanted to do more. She tightened her grip on him and moved her hand back and forth, taking her time. Ryan bit his bottom lip. "You like this?" she asked. He grunted and smiled ruefully. "Like is not the word I would use to describe what I'm feeling,...
