Page 14 of Whole Latte Love

Marie’s wordsare kerosine pouring out onto the fire between us. Her hands are canvasing my chest, pushing my sweater further and further until I pull away and take it off.

Too much clothing between the two of us.

I stand and start to unbutton my shirt as Marie scootches to the edge of the couch, her skirt bunching up but she remains clothed.

For now.

I want to feel the leather move across her thighs. To cause her goosebumps as the warmth and texture changes.

Marie bites her lower lip as I start to remove my pants. I slide them down, stepping out of one leg and then the other. I remove my socks while I’m at it.

I’m sure we’ll be doing scandalous activities all night long, until both of our bodies are glistening in sweat and we can barely catch our breath.

I want her to scream my name.

She beckons me closer, crooking a finger. Her eyebrows arching mischievously as I saunter over, not stopping until her face is level with my hardened cock. Her warm hands ease my briefs down. My muscles tense,

Her movements are light, like a feather skimming across my muscles. It’s ticklish yet turning me on with each second. My eyes are closed as she takes my cock in her hands and slowly starts to move them up and down. One hand is working my shaft in a vertical fashion, gradually increasing in speed, while the other hand is tenderly squeezing one ball. Then the other. It’s gentle but pleasing.

I can’t help but moan “Marie” as she takes my arousal in her mouth.

The change of temperature, the movement of her tongue. From top to bottom, one hand still softly massaging my balls. My legs are starting to shake as she continues.

I want to see Marie’s face.

I can’t finish yet. The night has only begun.

I look down, her emerald eyes sparkling like jewels. I run my fingers through her hair. I try to cup the base of her head as gently as possible to move her head away from my groin. She pulls back, her cheeks rosy and lips plump like strawberries. Swollen from kissing earlier. They’re bruised, sweet, and begging for me to taste.

I kneel in front of her, her rug providing my knees with some much-needed padding for what I want to do next. Up close she smells of coffee and something floral, perhaps a sweet, fruity, and sensual jasmine.

First step, remove her clothing.

Her skin is velvety soft under my hands. I unzip her skirt and glide it over her thighs and carelessly toss it aside. Clad in a matching black lace set, I can’t help but pause.

A goddess indeed.

I unclasp her bra, easing the delicate straps off her shoulders until it joins the other discarded garments somewhere on her floor. Marie lets out a sharp gasp as I take one nipple into my mouth. As lightly as I can, I flick my tongue over the bud. I startto knead my fingers over the other breast as she arches her back, pressing her breasts further in my face.

My member twitches as she moans my name, dragging out the end.

I switch breasts, focusing my tongue on the other. I start to move south. My fingers rubbing over her panties. She’s soaked, rubbing her thighs together, squirming in anticipation. I pull myself away from her bust to maneuver her underwear off. I spread her thighs apart enough to bury my head at her core.

Marie leans back, on her elbows, her dazzling eyes watching me move. I tease her, lightly and slowly I drag my tongue up and down her folds. One of my hands is on her thigh holding her in place as I continue my motions. I dip my tongue in and out, plunging it at different speeds until her thighs are trembling.

“Theo, I need more,” her voice raspy. It’s intoxicating when she says my name.

I quicken my pace, moving a finger in and out of her tunnel as I lap at her center. She moves her hips moaning murmurs of pleasure as she presses herself firmly against my face. seeking more. Her body shakes as her hands clutch the cushions.

She shouts out and I happily lap up her sweet taste, gripping her thighs as she rides the wave of pleasure until her hips slowly stop rocking.

Her body relaxes, hands unclench and her legs droop. I lean back to admire the view. She’s breathing heavy, her breasts moving up and down as she tries to catch her breath.

The stunning woman is all mine.

Momentarily I panic at the thought that pops in my head, but as Marie starts to sit up, I can’t help but want to ravage this woman. There’s been no need to ask what she likes or wants.

Everything feels natural and our bodies feel in sync.

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