After I slid his trousers down, I gasped sharply when Rafael was left wearing only his boxer and…
It was painfully obvious how long and how hard the pulsing weight trapped behind the fabric was.
I had wanted to tease him, to make him feel the thrill of being slowly undressed, but when I looked up and caught his gaze, he only smiled, completely composed, not losing his calm at all.
He brushed my cheek gently instead, giving me a reassuring nod.
Once again, I lost my words. I couldn't say anything. I was the one who got the thrill. It swelled in my chest, making my hands tremble as I freed his throbbing shaft, springing up before my face. Hard. Unyielding. Leaking thick warmth.
"This…"
Was this really the same size I remembered from our wedding night? It looked bigger.
"Why do you look so surprised?"
I couldn't even finish pulling the boxer down, still stunned, so Rafael took it off himself, struggling slightly with one hand.
"Do you want to touch it?" he asked calmly.
