**Stacey**
There was nothing separating the cool air from my naked skin, but I felt like I was lying next to a blasting furnace, his body warming me, the skin on skin contact allowing me to steal from his endless heat.
Grateful for his massive height, I nudged my head underneath Chris’ chin, a position I was never able to comfortably accomplish with Todd, his five-nine unable to host my five-eleven. Add on the fact that he worked with wood in his spare time, Chris’ substantial frame seemed fit on a lumberjack more than lawyer. I inhaled in his scent of pine and masculinity, the aromas turning my thoughts primal, causing my thighs to squeeze together in want.
My hands grasped firmly on his throbbing cock, twisting and pulling in long, unhurried motions, my saliva reducing the friction between my palm and his unit. It felt hot and *heavy* in my hands, and while I’ve had my share of genital encounters, this was the first time I was actually intimidated by an erection.
Intimidated, but more so intrigued.