He stood up from the bed, towering over my naked form. I whimpered at the loss of his touch, my body aching for more. But then he started to undress, and I was mesmerized.

First went his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. I licked my lips, remembering how those muscles had felt under my hands. He smirked at my appreciative gaze, his hands moving to his belt.

The leather made a soft hiss as he drew it through the loops, the sound sending tingles down my spine. He unbuttoned his jeans, ...