Exton

He watches her eyes as he unbuttons his shirt. Pulling it from his jeans, Stoney lets it hang open to frame his lean muscled chest and stomache. No sixpack like Ob, but still tight fleshed. Her eyes seem riveted to his hands, so he makes it a slow unwrapping for her pleasure.

Already barefoot, Stoney rocks on the balls of his feet as he unbuttons his jeans. The zipper slowly lowers and he peels back the fabric, exposing the dark patch of curls that surround the base of his cock. He pauses, watching her for a moment. Her breath is slightly ragged, her pulse racing. He sees the sudden awareness that he wears nothing under the jeans. Stoney's hair falls forward, hiding the small smile. He is enjoying her excitement as much as she is.

His hands slowly push the jeans down his hips. Once the jeans are low enough, Stoney shifts his cock, so it is more comfortable. His hand circles the shaft and he strokes himself once, twice, waiting for her gasp of horror at his size. Instead, her soft moan brings a shudder. His cock thickens in his grip as the jeans slide down his legs. Stoney steps from them, moving closer to her still form.

"Chaton, what do you think? I made the statue to match you. Do you think I would be like this" he ran his thumb over the vein in his cock, feeling it pulse "if I was not..." he stumbled for words. "Bébé, come here."

Alise moves closer as Stoney shrugs out of his shirt. He reaches out and grabs a handful of hair, tugging her closer. Staring down at her, eyes growing darker, his smile gone.

His hands encircle her waist and suddenly he lifts her, crushing her mouth with his. Forcing himself to draw back, he growls *"Je vous veux. Maintenant." Setting her down on the worktable, Stoney pushes between her knees, forcing her legs wide. One strong hand caresses up her thighs as he watches her face. Alise moans and bites her lip. Stoney strokes lightly over her soft curls and the tender flesh hiding her sex, teasing until he can easily slide a finger between her swelling lips. Her moans urge him onward and a finger probes gently.

He knows she is too tight. Her sheathe grips hard and she shudders in delight. His finger begins to slowly stroke, rubbing over the inner flesh, seeking the spot that will make her writhe and rise off the table. When she begins to move against his gentle stroke, Stoney places a hand on her pelvis, holding her in place and begins to circle her clit with his thumb. Alise mews softly and shudders. Stoney adds more pressure to her button and leans in to claim her mouth.

 *I want you. Now.