"Come here."
My voice comes out giving a command.
Marina's eyes find mine. She hesitates for half a second.
Then she walks toward the bed.
Her steps are slow. She stops at the edge of the mattress, looking down at me.
"Take off your clothes."
She doesn't argue. Doesn't ask questions.
Her hands move to the zipper at her side.
The dress pools at her feet.
She's wearing a simple white bra. White underwear.
"All of it."
Marina reaches behind her back. The bra falls away.
Her breasts are perfect. Full.
She hooks her thumbs into her underwear and pushes them down her thighs. Steps out of them.
Stands before me completely naked.
I've seen her body before. Touched every inch of it. Tasted her until she screamed my name.
But every time feels like the first time.
My eyes travel lower. The triangle between her thighs. The legs that wrapped around me last night.
"Come here," I say again. "Ride my face."
Her breath catches.
For a moment, she doesn't move.
Then she climbs onto the bed.
I watch her crawl toward me. Watch the way her breasts sway with each movement. Watch the flush spreading across her chest.
She positions herself above me. Knees on either side of my head. Thighs trembling.
I grip her hips and pull her down.
The first taste of her hits my tongue and I groan.
Sweet. Warm. Already wet.
I lick a slow stripe through her clit. She gasps above me. Her hands find the headboard for balance.
I do it again. Slower this time. Savoring.
My hands slide from her hips to her ass. I cup both cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh as I pull her closer to my mouth.
