Noelle

I've never been the type of woman who knows her sexuality well. I've tried with boyfriends, but I've never felt as if I turn them on. With Cal, I don't have that problem. He's hard, standing at attention against his stomach, and his dark eyes are heated, as if he’s begging for me to put him out of his misery.

Reaching down, I fist his cock and jack it up and down. 

"That's it. Don't stop." He inhales deeply, breathing out on a choked groan. ...