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"Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched into his features. I nod, unable to form words, as he grins mischievously. There is something irresistible about him that makes me crave more.
Closing my eyes again, I feel his hand trailing from my neck to my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. With each lingering touch, my heart races, and my skin tingles with anticipation. His fingers graze my bare arm before cupping my breast, causing me to inhale sharply at the forbidden pleasure coursing through me. As much as I fight against it, I can't deny the overwhelming urge to let go and give in to this exhilarating experience. How far will I allow myself to go? Only time will tell.
I whisper his name breathlessly as the realization sinks in that I have never been touched like this before. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I quickly avert my gaze, confessing that I'm still a virgin.
"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, but his eyes are full of understanding and desire.
"I don't want you to stop," I blurt out, unable to hold back the rush of longing. "At least not yet. I want to…explore." My words sound desperate, but I see in his eyes that he knows exactly what I mean.
A slow smile spreads across his face. "I'll only stop when you tell me to," he promises, his voice low and husky. I nod eagerly, closing my eyes and tilting my head back onto his broad shoulder.
He breathes into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "There is so much we can do without needing to take your virginity," he murmurs, brushing his fingers along my skin with featherlight touches that leave me begging for more. "So much," he adds, sending a thrill of need pulsing straight down to the center.
"Show me," I gasp as he kneads my breast and shifts me onto his lap so that my back is against his chest, freeing both of his hands.
With careful movements, he unzips my sheath dress and helps me wiggle out of it while remaining on top of him. Then he unfastens my bra, freeing my breasts and making them spring to life as my nipples harden under his touch.
I gasp at the sensation of his rough hands exploring every inch of my sensitive skin, leaning back against him and giving myself over entirely to the moment. Every touch makes me feel feminine, sexy, and wanted…and I never want it to end.
Marco's lips reach my ear, nibbling and licking delicately, fervently. Each breath he takes sends electrifying pulses of pleasure coursing through me, making me involuntarily sigh deeply in satisfaction.
His hand slowly moves down my stomach, igniting sparks within my body. As it passes my belly button, knowing exactly where it is headed, my back arches in anticipation, and I take a deep breath.
With one hand still playfully teasing my nipples, his other slides under the fabric of my panties. My eyes flutter open, but the overwhelming sensations quickly cause them to close again. A single finger slides between my folds, my chest rising and falling rapidly with desire. Part of me wants him to stop, knowing that society would judge this moment, but the other part of me is lost in the pleasure. Memories of past conditioning and disapproval from family members inundate my mind, causing hesitation and confusion. But Marco must sense my inner turmoil as his lips find my neck, kissing me gently and bringing steadiness back to my breathing. I give in to his touch as his fingers continue to explore and excite me.
"You're so incredibly wet, Pia," he whispers huskily against my skin. "So unbelievably turned on."
A shiver of excitement runs through me as I eagerly anticipate his next touch. My body responds instinctively, spreading my legs open to welcome him. I can hear Marco gulp audibly at the sight before him. "You're so good," he breathes as his finger slides into and around my wet folds. A surge of pleasure washes over me, and I revel in the feeling, not caring about anything else at that moment.
Marco's fervor matches mine as he pinches and tugs at my sensitive nipples, eliciting a low moan. "Yes." I bite my lip and lick it, unable to contain myself. His mouth crashes onto mine in a passionate, desperate kiss.
"Do you like that?" he asks hoarsely, his need evident.
"Mmhmm," I manage to reply, my body now moving in sync with his as desire courses through me.
Suddenly, I feel something hard press against my lower back, and I can't help but grin. I know what it is without even looking—his erection begging for attention. Without hesitation, I allow a hand to slide away from my side and move behind me, carefully caressing his clothed length. "Fuck, Pia," he groans.
I continue to massage him through his pants, eager to please him even more. After all, I've never seen one before, and this may be my only chance. On my terms, at least.
A mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes as I let out a playful taunt. His fingers move with skilled precision, circling my clit and sending shivers of pleasure through my body. "Marco," I gasp, unable to form any coherent words as the sensations wash over me. My back arches against his chest, pressing my ass against his hard cock. The deep groan that escapes me is one of pure ecstasy. My body pulses with desperate need, hunger, and desire, fueling every movement. It feels so fucking good, it’s almost overwhelming. "More!" I scream, my voice raw with passion and longing. I can't fully comprehend what is happening, but I know it is incredible. My eyes roll back, and my knees tremble as I pulse with need.
"Fuck!" Marco's fingers pick up speed in response to my plea, thrusting against me and driving me wild with desire. "That's right, baby, come for me," he urges, his voice husky with passion as he increases the pace, and I feel myself dripping with want.
His lips find my ear, hot breath tickling my skin as he whispers, "Your little pussy is a greedy little bitch." The words send shivers down my spine and heat pooling between my legs. That raw, guttural need to explode overwhelms me as I crash into him, screaming his name. But he doesn't stop, his fingers expertly teasing and stroking me until I feel like I'm riding waves of pure ecstasy, each one more intense than the last. And I know I'll never get enough of this deliciously savage pleasure.
"Marco," I groan, my body trembling with desire.
"Yes, baby?" His voice is rough and full of need.
With a mischievous grin, I move off and lock eyes with him. Confusion flashes in his dark gaze until he sees my intent written all over my face. Without hesitation, I sink to my knees before him and quickly undo his belt and pants, revealing his impressive length. My eyes widen with amazement. I saw one online before but had looked away too quickly to truly take it in. Now, face to face with Marco's cock, I can appreciate its beauty. It's unlike anything I've ever seen, and I can't help but smile in anticipation as I lean in closer. Though I have no idea what I'm doing, instinct tells me to suck it, and that's precisely what I do.
I take his head into my mouth, savoring the wet saltiness and picking up a fresh, soapy fragrance. My tongue dances around, trying to figure out how to fit the entire thing in my mouth. It's impossible, but I don't care. Marco's groan lets me know I'm doing something right.
I continue to suck him, feeling his head reach the back of my throat. My gag reflex threatens to kick in, but I fight it off and push myself further, testing my limits. With each movement of my tongue up and down his shaft, I become more comfortable and confident. I use my lower lip as a barrier to protect him from accidental teeth grazing.
As I continue to pleasure him with my mouth, my other hand gently explores his balls, tracing through the hair surrounding his shaft. "Fuck! Pia…baby, you're amazing at this," he moans. My own lips curl up into a satisfied smile as our eyes meet. He grins back at me, pure pleasure etched on his face. "I can't wait to be inside that pussy of yours. Tell me it's mine," he growls. "Tell me your fucking pussy belongs to me."
I squint my eyes, the moment's intensity causing a haze to form over my vision as I briefly breakaway. "It's yours," I breathlessly confess, feeling a surge of wetness pooling in my panties at the thought of his possession. My body craves him, wanting more from this encounter, but my mind hesitates.
