He’s a show-er.

A bit longer than average and definitely thick.

And uncut (of course).

Hangs to the left.

Has a slight curve to it.

Doesn’t take much to get him hard and he can get hard again pretty quickly after he comes especially when he has sex for the first time after a long time without it.

“Are you drunk, ma’am?” he asked, teasing her.

“Maybe I am...just a little.” She put her fingers up to show him just how little but he was sure it was a whole lot more. “I’m gonna kiss you, Mr. Morgan,” she said.

“You what now?”

She moved closer to him. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“What are you…” The rest of his question remained a mystery as she sat herself on his lap. He shift beneath her, hoping she couldn’t feel what was quite obvious now.

“Can I kiss you now?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am.” He was going to enjoy this now because in the morning she would regret it. As her lips touched his, his heart swelled along with something else. It had been awhile for him when it came to any kind of intimacy. He knew most of the gang believed he was celibate.

He stopped letting his thoughts wander when Belle began moving her hips on him, the warmth from between her legs settled perfectly over his crotch. He never wanted to stop kissing her, but she moved away and began kissing his neck. He wasn’t sure if she knew she was moving on him the way she was, but he was sure that it was driving him crazy. He moved his hands to his hips to try and stop her but he was weak from her kisses.

“Belle...Miss Belle...we should…” A groan escaped him as she moved in a particularly delicious way over him. She sucked on his neck and he pulled her tighter against him. His whole body shook when she began kissing the other side of his neck.

He tried to warn her. He really did. He could no longer tell if the wetness on his pants was from her or him. She moved faster on him, making the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. She wasn’t even kissing or sucking on his neck anymore, her face was just buried there as she took her pleasure against him. Where did she learn how to do this? The answer didn’t matter because when she cried out against his neck, his hips jerked up against her one, two, three times, and he was spent. The warmth spread along the inside of his union suit and soaked through to his pants.

“Arthur,” she breathed. She put her head on his shoulder and he held her, afraid and embarrassed of what she might say.

“I...I’m so sorry, Miss Belle.”

“For what?” She sat up and looked at him. He looked down and she followed his gaze. “Oh…” She smiled sweetly. “We’ll clean you up. Come on.”

“You ain’t gotta do that.” He was already humiliated.

“I want to. Besides, I have some cleaning up to do myself.” She was lucky her dress hid her mess much better than his pants would ever hide his.