Watch Over Him

Her hand moved towards his groin again, going slowly. Her fingertip touched the tip, large even while flaccid, and it jumped startling her. He almost covered up again, but she moved too fast for him, and grasped his manhood in her hand. It was big enough, that part of it hung over her hand while she squeezed it.

"It's huge," she said.

"It's gross," he replied, his cheeks burning in embarrassment as he started to get hard again in her grasp.

"No it's not," she told him, her voice soft. "It's beautiful. I've never seen one like it."

"You've seen a lot?" He knew the question was a mistake as soon as he said it.

"No, but you get a sense for these things. Once you've seen one, you get an idea of what they're supposed to be like. But not yours." His knees almost buckled when she leaned forward and kissed the bulbous tip.