*Jennifer's POV*
Barrel is a beautiful man, both in appearance and personality. He's very sweet, and gentle. He's protective, and soft, and knows just how to make anyone smile.
He said that he was going out for a quick run to get some exercise, but I couldn't wait for him to get back. Tonight was the first night he was going to sleep in bed shirtless...with me!
For the first week, Barrel slept with his shirt on, but he slept on the floor. When we bonded even more, he slept in bed with me. He said that he would usually sleep shirtless, and that if I was comfortable with it, he'd start. It was the first time I was going to see his chest bare.
As I laid out on the bed, I daydreamed about Barrel's chest and abs, I heard panting, and the sound of combat boots beating against the floor. He was back!
I sat up, and watched as he came back into the room, sweat running down his forehead. I squealed; he's so hardworking! "Heyyy babe!," I cooed. Barrel grinned, sitting beside me. "Hey there, girly," he whispered, getting close. "You ready to see it?" I nodded, with a grin on my face. Barrel chuckled. "Alrighty!"
He slowly pulled off his vest, then his shirt. And I was amazed with what he was showing me.
He has large, muscled breasts and biceps, and six-pack abs perfectly sculpted. Gasping softly, I reached out, and ran a French-tipped nail over his chest. I could see the goosebumps crawl on Barrel's arms. He chuckled. "You like that?," he purred. "You like Papa's chest?" I nodded, hugging him around the shoulders. "I love Papa's chest," I purred back.
Barrel turned around. "This is my back," he said. His back is equally amazing. On his left shoulder blade, he has a BarrelArmy tattoo. I softly ran my nail over it, then he turned back around. Purring softly like a kitty-cat, I wrapped my arms around him, and rubbed my cheek against his chest. When I looked up, we fell into a French kiss, crawling under the beds covers together...