Page 143 of Marcello

Then I crouched down between her legs and began to lick.

I played with her clit much like I had the first night, caressing it with my tongue… sucking it softly…

And I slid one finger inside her and began to stroke her G-spot.

After moaning and thrashing her head around for a couple of minutes, she came – loudly.

Her legs shook and trembled…

And it lit a fire in me – an insatiable lust – to try something I never had.

To make her feel utterly and totally incredible.

I looked up from between her thighs, my mouth wet with her juices, and asked, “You want to try something a little kinky?”

She looked down at me with flushed cheeks and grinned. “Sure – what do you want me to do to you?”

“It’s not what you’re going to do to me – it’s what I’m going to do to you.”

“Oh – okay!” she said gamely.

“Turn over,” I ordered.

She flipped over onto her stomach.

“Now kneel so your legs are under your body,” I said.

She grinned over her shoulder at me as she complied. “Are we going to do it doggy-style?”

“Maybe later,” I said as I stared down at her ass, which was utter perfection. The way she was kneeling, her ass cheeks looked like an inverted heart as they sloped upwards to her smaller waist.

And between her cheeks, I could see the lips of her pussy…

And the tiny pink rosebud of her asshole.

I’d always wanted to try this, but I wasn’t about to do it with the random one-night stands I’d taken home over the years.

But with Giulietta, it was different.

I felt a burning lust to pleasure her in every way possible… to ruin her for any other man.

“No anal sex, though,” she warned me.

“I wasn’t planning on it. Can I do anything else, though?”

“…I guess…?” she said, her voice a little worried.

I reached down and gently caressed her pussy. “You sure?”

“Oh,” she moaned as she closed her eyes and the side of her face pressed into the mattress. “Okay… you can do anything but anal sex.”

“Good. I want you to touch your clit.”

She suddenly got bashful. “Um… I’ve, uh… never really done that before…”

“What?!”

“I get in the bath and run bathwater over it!” she protested. “Or I use the detachable shower head.”