Page 116 of Marcello

She was both sweet and salty, with the slightest hint of musk. As I continued to gently lick her, I ran one hand up her satiny thigh…

Until I found her lips.

They were soaking wet.

As I continued to lap gently at her clit, I tickled her bare skin… gently teasing her… sliding the tip of my finger inside her.

She moaned even louder –

Then said, “Stop.”

I looked up at her.

Her expression was almost pained, it was so full of desire. “I want to see you.”

I grinned, then stood up.

She stared at me almost worshipfully as she began to undo the buttons on my shirt.

While she was doing that, I lifted my legs one by one and pulled off my shoes and socks. Once that was done, I slowly traced my fingers across her shoulders, her collarbones, and her neck.

When she slid my shirt off my body, she gasped with pleasure. I was glad I’d kept up my running and daily calisthenics from my soccer-playing days. Her fingers glided across my chest and down to my belly, where her fingertips tickled the ridges of my abs.

Then she reached my belt buckle.

“…can I?” she asked as she gazed up at me.

I smiled. “Of course.”

She fumbled with my belt – she’d probably never done it before, after all – and had a hard time undoing my pants.

But they finally came loose, and I pushed them down to my ankles and stepped out of them.

All that was left was my boxers.

She stared down at them for a few seconds, like she was afraid to continue. Then she gently pulled the waistband down until she revealed the head of my cock.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, mesmerized by the sight.

She kept pulling until my boxers fell to the floor, then stared at my rock-hard erection, her lips slightly open and her jaw slack.

She looked up at me with the same hesitation. “Can I… can I touch it?”

“You can do anything you want,” I whispered.

She bit her lip – that sexy look of innocence drove me wild! – then looked down at my cock again…

And reached out and touched it.

Her hand was so soft and cool against my hot skin…

And she touched me so delicately, I groaned.

My cock spasmed once, and a tiny bead of pre-cum welled out of my tip.

“Oh!” she cried out, drawing her hand away from me.

I laughed. “That’s normal.”