Adaline Bowman

He arched up to kiss her, enthusiastic, deep, hungry. That he could keep passionate and burning, even as her hands were hesitant and exploratory for a moment. He let his legs fall apart, an invitation as much as it was a request. He did not let himself wonder what it would be like if he had the body like any other man's, what he hand would feel like on his cock; he had a body that was his own, and her fingers were long and graceful, for the moment teasing but not uncertain even in their curiosity.