PAM
Dripping wet and giggling like a couple of teenagers, Georg pulls us from the cooling tub and starts drying me off with a fluffy white towel. He is careful and doesn't rush, which makes me realize this is all part of his secret plan. His tender care is something I could definitely get used to, and I think he's making a point of letting me know what I've been missing all this time by denying us being together.
Once I'm dry, I reach for another towel and take my turn drying him, enjoying every inch of his finely formed body. I take a moment to admire him and nearly forget to breathe. Christ, he's a beautiful man. His cock is so - big - and hard. So hard. And it's for me. The sexy image of what he'll be doing with it soon makes my knees go weak.
But I keep my sinful thoughts to myself as he leads me into the sitting room. He flips a switch on the wall and a fire blazes to life in the fireplace. A soft, fluffy rug adorns the floor in front of it.