He thought I was being coy. I sat sort of far away on the edge of the bed but he reached over, took my arm and pulled me in beside him with frightening ease. He pulled me down and I put my hands up defensively on his chest as his hairy leg touched mine. He kissed me hard and enthusiastically and I can't say that I really felt anything at all except that his muscled chest was very hard. His hands went about my waist and then touched the bare tops of my thighs and I squirmed at that.
"This is what you want, right?" he said horsely as his hand slid over my teddy and found my breast. It was more a mauling we engaged in as I tried to induce a little romanticism from Carl my my attempts at light kisses on his face and stroking him had little effect, except to increase his groping of my body. He loved my soft, smooth legs and yet he conspicuously avoided the part between my legs, even when I opened to him, thinking he might arouse me with some gentleness there as he was stroking my thighs.