The veins in his biceps, forearms and thighs were veining, his muscles drawing the attention of most of the women in the area who did not hide their blatant admiration and you couldn’t blame them. How you hadn’t begged him to come back to your room early was a test of your patience and inner strength.

He emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, towel hanging low on his hips and your eyes are drawn to the natural lines of the V marks of his hips that you fully intend to trace with your tongue.

“You’ve been looking at me like that all afternoon baby.” He says as he pauses near to you but out of reach.

“I will not apologise for finding my man attractive.” You fire back and try to reach out to him, only to narrow your eyes when he takes a step back. His hand strokes over the obvious swelling at his thighs, fingers lightly tracing over the bulge that continues to thicken before your very eyes.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Sucking your cock if I’m honest.”

“I do like your honesty. Open.” He instructs and you do so, shuffling to the end of bed as he beckons you forward and you open your mouth willingly.

He’s not fully hard yet but he slaps the first few inches against your tongue and you give a small whine of appreciation. Your lips wrap around the thick head of his dick and you swirl your tongue around it. When he doesn’t move other than to fully let the towel drop to the floor or say anything else, you begin to sink your lips down and back to the tip again, keeping a slow rhythm.