Rita's Point Of View
I swallowed hard, my throat like sandpaper as I stared at what lay before me. With trembling fingers, I reached out and wrapped my hand around him. My fingers didn't even come close to meeting on the other side. The realization sent a jolt of nervous anticipation through my entire body.
My eyes widened until they ached. "Wow," I muttered, the single syllable escaping before I could stop it. Heat flooded my cheeks at my own lack of composure.
I couldn't help myself; my gaze inspected every angle of his massive size. The dark, flushed head. The thick veins wrapping around the shaft like heavy ropes, pulsing in the cool bathroom air. My mind raced with frantic calculations, a mixture of desire and disbelief warring within me.
When had he gotten this veiny, this large? Twenty-five years ago, he'd been a fraction of this size. Had he been working out down there? Was that even biologically possible for a man his age?
