It was only then that Terran finally shed his own undergarments, his muscular chest and broad shoulders capturing Lysithea’s gaze as he cradled her with one arm. As if sensing her stare, he looked down at her with a teasing smile.
“Finally feeling at ease, are you? Did you think you could relax when I let you go for just a moment?”
“No, it’s not that. I was just…”
Her words faltered in embarrassment, but Terran gently lifted her delicate neck and covered her eyes with his other hand.
“What are you going to do?”
“There are things you are better off not knowing.”
“Not knowing? What are you talking about?”
“Well, the size, for instance. It may startle you.”
Before he could finish, something blunt and solid pressed against the softness between her thighs. Although Lysithea immediately intuited what it was, she clenched her eyes shut under his warm palm, unable to muster the courage to witness his manhood with her own eyes.
