Page 20 of Marcello DeLuca

I gently took her hands, guiding them away from her body, and looked deeply into her eyes. “I love what I see,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “You’re beautiful, Lanay,” I continued, my gaze roaming appreciatively over her. “So incredibly beautiful.”

Her eyes softened, and a shy smile played at the corners of her lips. “It feels good to hear you say that,” she breathed. She took a tentative step closer and pressed her body gently against mine. With trembling hands, she began to unbutton my shirt. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone before,” she admitted, her fingers brushing against mine as we worked together to undo each button.

Sparks of electricity traveled between our hands until fabric parted, exposing my chest to the cool air and her eager touch. And soon, my shirt and pants joined her dress on the floor.

The room seemed to shrink around us as we stood before each other bare.

Lanay's eyes roamed over me, her gaze filled with wonder. “I've always wanted to see you like this,” she confessed.

“And I've dreamed of this moment,” I replied, my hands finding their way back to her, caressing her skin with gentle, deliberate strokes. “Being with you, touching you like this... it’s more than I ever imagined.”

As we stood beside the bed, our breaths came faster.

I kissed her deeply, feeling the warmth and softness of her lips move against mine. My hands roamed her body, worshipping every curve.

Slowly, I lowered her onto the bed, my fingers trailing down her sides, lingering on the swell of her hips.

“I will cherish every inch of you,” I vowed, sliding her panties down her legs with deliberate care. Since this was her first experience of true intimacy, I wanted her to be comfortable, confident, and treasured.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as the last parts of her body were exposed to me. Lanay’s hands found their way to my shoulders, and she began to explore the landscape of my body. I slowed down to savor the feel of her touch, the sound of her breaths, the smell of her skin. If I could make this moment last forever, I would.

Kissing my way down her body, I left a trail of my desire from her collarbone to her navel, and finally, to the apex of her thighs. When I reached her beautifully designed lower lips, I paused, taking a moment to admire the delicate folds, glistening with her arousal.

“Marcello...” she breathed, her voice a soft plea.

“Yes, baby?”

Her reply was her fingers dancing through my hair as she moaned my name again.

I lowered myself between her legs, my breath warm against her most intimate place. I kissed her softly, tasting her sweetness, and then latched onto her with a suction that made her cry out in pleasure. Her hips bucked. Her back arched off the bed. The sound of her moans was intoxicating, fueling my desire to give her more.

I licked her with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every taste and texture as I explored her warmth. Each movement of my tongue was calculated, meant to draw out her pleasure and prepare her body for me.

My fingers gently parted her slick folds, finding their way inside with a tenderness fit for her first time. As her body acquiesced, I inserted two fingers. She responded by first tensing and then melting into the sensation. Her cries grew more urgent, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

“You’re amazing, baby,” I whispered before kissing my way back up her body.

Reaching her lips again, I took a moment to capture her gaze. Her taste lingered sweetly on my tongue as I leaned in for a kiss.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I rolled over in the bed, my hands working quickly to slide out of my underwear that joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Climbing back on top of her, I positioned myself between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her. My hardness brushed against her entrance, and I paused, my breath catching at the sensation. I looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of doubt, but all I saw was trust and desire.

“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice steady but filled with nervousness, anticipation, and longing. “I’m ready.”

Gently, I pushed into her, feeling the resistance give way as I entered her slowly, inch by inch. Her breath caught, a long moan escaping her lips as I filled her completely. I stayed still for a moment, giving her tight body time to adjust to mine.

“Marcello...” she moaned, her face contorted into disbelief, her voice a breathless whisper.

I began to move, slowly at first, allowing her to become accustomed to the sensation.

Her fingers dug into my back, pulling me closer. “It’s… you’re so… so…”

I leaned down, capturing her words in a kiss that was both tender and fierce, pouring all my love and desire into it. Our lips melded together with urgency, and the world outside disappeared as we lost ourselves in each other. Her taste, her warmth, and the intoxicating feel of her lips against mine were all-consuming.

Each stroke was a deliberate dance of desire that left me breathless. I could feel her body responding to my every movement. As I made her mine, I held onto the soft curves of her hips for dear life. At some point, she stopped tensing against my strokes and arched her body into mine, seeking more of the contact that was driving us both wild.

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