Page 106 of Ricardo

A goddess.

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't shy away from my gaze. She stands there, her body bathed in firelight, and lets me look my fill.

And I do.

I look at the soft swell of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the gentle curve of her hips, and the long, lean lines of her legs.

I look at all those freckles scattered across her body, like a constellation of stars I want to spend a lifetime mapping with my tongue.

My gaze falls to her panties, to the damp spot that has bloomed on the black lace, and my cock, already hard and aching, twitches with a fresh wave of desire.

I want to drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs.

I want to taste her, to feel her writhe against me, to hear her scream my name as I make her come.

But I don't want to scare her.

Instead, I take her face in my hands, my thumbs tracing her cheekbones.

"You are so beautiful," I say, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Do you know that?"

She shakes her head, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

“Don’t doubt it again,” I say, and then I kiss her.

It's slow and deep, deliberately so.

I kiss her until she is clinging to me, her body soft and pliant against mine, her hips moving restlessly against my own aching cock.

This time, she pulls away but not too far. Just far enough that she can look at me, to see my face while she unbuttons my shirt.

Her movements are a little clumsy, her fingers trembling, but there is a new confidence in her that wasn't there before.

She finally gets the last button undone, and pushes the shirt off my shoulders.

It falls to the floor, forgotten.

Her hands drift to my chest, her fingers splaying wide over my heart. I know she can feel how fast it's beating, a frantic, erratic rhythm that matches her own.

"Your turn," she whispers, her gaze locked with mine.

A slow smile spreads across my face.

"Is that an order?"

A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face, and I immediately regret my teasing. I take her hands in mine, bringing them to my lips, and press a soft kiss to her palms.

"Tell me what you want, Julia," I say, my voice low and seductive. "Tell me, and it's yours."

She hesitates for a moment, then her gaze drops, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.

"I want... I want to see you," she says, her voice barely a whisper.

"As you wish," I say, and then I release her hands and take a step back.

I slowly unbutton my trousers, my eyes never leaving hers. I watch as her breathing hitches, as her gaze darkens with desire.

I slide my trousers down my legs, taking my boxer briefs with them, and kick them aside, along with my socks.