Page 93 of I Dare You
I need to make things right.
And then maybe, just maybe, the time will be right for us.
But now, this time is ours, and I’ll cherish it forever.
So that spurs me on to reach around and unhook my bra, dropping it to the tiled floor.My underwear soon joins it.
I look at myself in the mirror over the sink.
My eyes are wide, like a scared little rabbit.I don’t want to be afraid anymore.
I slide the shower curtain open, catching Kit by surprise.However, we’re both surprised because this is the first time I’ve seen him naked.
Everything I imagined could never do him justice.
He is perfect.
He simply stands there, allowing me to digest him, inch by inch.
My God, he is big…all over.
I’ve always wondered what his tattoos looked like, and now, I have a front-row seat.
His tattoos seem to be inspired by mythology.On his chest is the infamous two fingers mid-touch.The Creation of Adam.I know this because Michelangelo painted this renowned image on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
The sisters had pictures of this around the orphanage as the significance is touching and heartbreaking all in the same breath.It’s supposed to represent the gap between God and Adam’s fingertips.
I wonder what this represents to Kit.
He has what looks like Latin inked randomly on his chest and above his collarbones.He has two laurel leaves, what you’d see in a Greek laurel wreath, on either side of the front of his neck with the wordgrowthbetween them.
Knowledgeis inked on one hip.
Acceptanceon the other.
Planets or what looks like an astrological chart runs down his flank.
Various tattoos cover his arms, each depicting a unique story.
He literally is a work of art.
Droplets of water bead on his broad shoulders, cascading down the planes of his defined chest.He has a barbell in his left nipple.His flesh is soft and slightly tanned.The chain he wears only seems to emphasize the slope of his neck.
His stomach is inked and muscled in the way that has every woman wishing to run their tongue across every hardened plane.He’s athletically toned.But that defined V-line that directs toward his perfect, thick, long cock has me weak at the knees.
He’s tall, muscled, and all man.
And when he takes his cock into his hand and begins stroking himself, I forget to breathe.
I can’t look away.I’m intrigued and turned on.
He isn’t shy.It appears he enjoys watching me watch him.I however am not that bold and cover my breasts with my forearm.My legs are crossed.
His large fingers wrap around his thick shaft, seeming to make everything appear harder, longer.
Every single part of him turns me on.He’s just so…enormous.
His hair is slicked wet, and his eyes are on fire.I soon realize that’s because he’s looking at me just as I am with him.I’m the one who’s eliciting this response from him.
