She lifts her head after a long moment.
Her eyes are glazed. Unfocused.
"That was..." She trails off. Swallows. "I've never..."
"Never what?"
"Screamed like that." Her cheeks flush. "I didn't know I could."
I brush the hair from her face.
"I did."
She laughs. Weak. Breathless.
"Arrogant."
"Honest."
She shifts on my lap.
Her thigh presses against my cock.
I hiss through my teeth.
Marina's eyes drop.
She stares at where I'm pressed against her. Hard. Aching. Leaking at the tip.
Her breath catches.
"I want to..." She trails off. Swallows. "Can I?"
Cristo.
"Can you what?"
She doesn't answer with words.
Her hand slides down my chest. Over my stomach. Lower.
Her fingers wrap around my cock.
I stop breathing.
"I want to taste you," she whispers. "Like you tasted me."
My brain short-circuits.
For a full three seconds, I can't think. Can't speak. Can't do anything except stare at this woman who just asked to put her mouth on me.
"Then get on your knees."
Marina doesn't hesitate.
She slides off my lap. Drops to the floor between my legs.
And looks up at me.
