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His fingers work on the buttons of his dress shirt, and he shrugs out of it, and I lick my lips. “Great plan.” I pull my dress over my head, adding it to the pile on the floor.
“The best fucking plan,” Fabio agrees, his eyes roaming over my body as he pulls his white T-shirt over his head with one hand.
“Damn. It’s a crime you have to wear a shirt.” He’s all hard lines and lean muscle with a yummy partial sleeve on his right arm, and that sexy neck tat; I run my nails over the scorpion’s tail, and he shudders.
Undoing his belt, he pulls it from the loops of his dress pants, tossing it to the growing pile of discarded clothes. “Add it to the rap sheet,” he tells me, his eyes heavy with desire.
“We can be more creative with our law-breaking,” I encourage him. Unfastening my bra, I let it fall away, and next shimmy out of my panties.
“Katerina, you have no idea how creative I can be with you,” he promises in a guttural tone, his eyes roaming over my naked body as he kicks off his shoes and socks, moving his hand to his zipper.
Our eyes are locked in a lustful trance, and I reluctantly break it by helping him take off his pants. They fall to the floor, leaving his thick erection hidden beneath the fabric of his boxers. He wastes no time pulling his boxers down and stepping out of them, his dick standing tall as he crawls onto the bed. Fuck, I’m nearly panting at the sight of him.
Fabio positions himself over me. “But for our first time, I just want to savor it. Savor you.”
He moves a hand to my face, cupping me gently as he kisses me like I’m the most important thing in the world. It’s shockingly sweet; so sweet it nearly makes me cry for some damn reason.
Our tongues tangle in a slow rhythm as I thrust my hips against his delicious hardness, moaning against his lips as he deepens the kiss. Slow and sensual. But slow and sensual aren’t what I’m feeling; more like frenzied and needy. I moan against his lips, grinding my pussy against his dick.
That doesn’t spur him on; if anything, he slows his pace, moving to my ear and sucking on the delicate lobe. “I’m going to lick every single inch of your gorgeous skin,” he promises, blowing a hot breath in my ear.
“Fabio.” I shudder.
“My name on your lips turns my dick to stone,” he rasps. Moving his exploration lower, he sucks a patch of neck skin into his mouth.
“No!” I give my head a shake, but the man has a firm suction on my skin.
He releases my skin, smiling as he admires his handiwork. “Fuck, that’s pretty. I’m going to mark you from head to toe,” he promises.
“Only hidden spots,” I warn him. “I am not wearing a turtleneck this summer.”
Fabio chuckles, moving his exploration lower—flicking my nipple with his tongue before moving over to my other breast, showing it the same attention.
I run my nails through his tightly cut hair as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. “Mmm.”
He teases my nipple gently with his teeth before he releases it. Working his way lower, he licks and nibbles down my stomach until he reaches my belly ring. “Damn, this is sexy.” He gives the barbell a gentle tug with his teeth.
“Fabio,” I moan, wiggling beneath him. “Fuck me.”
“You begging for my dick?” He groans in a sexy timbre, but ignores my pleas, moving his tongue lower—tracing my four suits ink on my hip. Just when I think he’s going to make a pit stop between my legs, he keeps going south, kissing my inner thigh, and then running his tongue along the inside of my knee.
“That tickles!” I squirm.
Watching me intently—it’s as if he’s committing each and every movement of my body to memory—he runs his tongue down my calf. His tongue continues its exploration of my body, kissing and licking until he stops at the small angler hook tattoo on the top of my left foot.
Good God, he’s seriously going to lick every inch of me. “I’m fucking begging,” I say, having lost all sense of pride. “Give me your dick. I need you inside me.”
“Say please.” The look Fabio flashes is so cocky, I might come before he fucks me.
“Malákas. Give me your dick.”
He spreads my pussy lips open with two fingers and hums. “This pussy is a fucking work of art.”
“Please fuck me!” I shout.
Chuckling softly, he moves back up my body to where he’s holding himself up by his hands caged around my face. “You’re going to be hoarse by the time I’m finished with you,” he promises, grinding the head of his dick against my clit.
“Prove it,” I challenge, rocking my hips against him.
