Page 1 of Nuts

Prologue

Fascinated at the feeling of having his thick cock in my hand, I stroked the length of his shaft anxiously.

Our lips parted, and he leaned away from me.

He locked eyes with me and pushed his jeans along his thighs. After adding them and his boxer shorts to the pile of clothes at our side, he stood before me completely naked.

I looked him up and down. The muscles of his tattooed biceps were tense and bulging. His wide chest paid perfect complement to his narrow torso. The scars on his hands gave hint to his protective nature, and he stubble that had grown since he last shaved gave him enough edge to create pause.

But. It wasn’t his outer shell that had drawn me so closely to him. It was his heart.

In short, he was my perfect man.

There was one thing I was versed on, and although it wasn’t all I had to offer, it was what I was comfortable giving him at that moment.

I desperately wanted to please him. I lowered myself to my knees and looked up. “I want you in my mouth.”

“You don’t have to--”

“Please?”

A slight sigh escaped him.

He took a step forward.

I licked my lips, opened my mouth, and ached in anticipation.

He guided himself toward my lips. I flicked the tip of my tongue against the precum that glistened from the tip of his cock. Fueled by the slightly bitter taste, I eagerly took him into my mouth.

I slid my lips up and down his thick shaft, taking more of him with each stroke of my mouth. With his scrotum cupped in my hand, I sucked excitedly, eventually accepting him into my throat fully.

I looked up, hoping to see satisfaction in his eyes. His head was tilted back and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

I reached behind him, gripped his bare butt in my hands, and forced what little of him that remained past my willing lips.

He drew an uneven breath and then met the gaze of my watering eyes.

“Jesus,” he breathed.

He reached for my head and pulled himself from my mouth.

My heart sank. “You didn’t like it?”

“You’re too damned good at it,” he said. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“You liked it?”

He guided me to my feet. “Loved it.”

I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and looked at him wantonly, hoping that he’d somehow justify continuing our sexual adventure. I’d waited a lifetime for what I was poised to share with him, and I was afraid I could wait no longer.

I felt if he’d give himself to me, that we’d connect on a level that secured my presence in his life, and in his being.

A magical existence known only to those who truly belonged in each other’s lives. A feeling so difficult to define, that any combination of words would fall short of an accurate description. These were the things I was certain we would share afterward.

He lifted me from my feet and turned toward the bed. I sucked in a breath. He must have anticipated my desires, but it came as no real surprise. At times, it seemed he could read my thoughts.

I hoped this was one of those times.