Without breaking eye contact with me, he unfastened his jeans and removed them. My eyes were helpless but to travel the length of him, drinking him in.

Sam Davis was naked and glorious in my bedroom. The lights were on, and he didn’t care. He stood before me, basking in my open perusal of his body. His penis was fully erect, standing at attention, demanding my inspection. My mouth fell open as I gazed at him. He was absolute masculine perfection.

His eyes darted quickly down to my robe, then back up to meet my gaze. He was asking me to reciprocate without voicing the question. I locked my eyes on his and reached for the belt of my tattered robe. I fidgeted with untying the knot, and then let the cloth fall open as I dropped my hands to my sides. His eyes never broke away from mine. Somewhere deep down, I found the courage to reach my hands up and slip the robe off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet.

I was completely bared to him. He finally broke my gaze and let his eyes roam down me, lingering here and there. Then they made their way slowly back up to mine. His lids were heavy with desire as he tipped his lips up into a grin. When he held his arms open and took a step towards me, I rushed into his arms, craving the feel of him.

He was warm and his scent was heavenly. I rubbed my cheek along his chest, kissing him and savoring this closeness to him. He wrapped his arms around me and eased his hands lightly down my back, over my bare buttocks, down the backs of my thighs and back up again. We stood there like that for a long while, rubbing our hands, lips, and tongues over each other’s bodies. I wanted to occupy the same space that he was in. I couldn’t get close enough to him.

He trailed kisses along my neck and breathed in my ear, sending a tingle down my spine. “Do you trust me, Abby?” He whispered the words near my ear.

I nodded in answer, but he wanted more. “Say it.” He nibbled gently on my earlobe as he made the demand.

“I trust you.” He broke away from me as soon as I said the words, and I instantly missed the feel of him, the heat of him. He walked over to the hooks on the wall that held my silk scarves from Courtney and selected three of them. After depositing two of them on the bedside table with the purple vibrator, he walked up behind me.