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I lift off her and, with a wicked smirk on my lips, trail the cannoli down her ribcage, dip it into her cute-as-fuck bellybutton and beyond. I cover her labia in dessert and pay special attention to lavish the sweet cream on her clit.
Mari’s pupils are blown wide, her eyes shimmering with a glassy, lustful sheen that’s intoxicating. It’s a look I could drown in, one I can’t get enough of.
I hold back and wait until her gaze lifts to mine, and she locks her full attention on me. A slow smile tugs at my lips as I lift the cannoli, my movements deliberate, like a magician preparing to dazzle his audience. With an exaggerated motion, I swipe my finger into the cool, creamy filling, letting the sweet mixture coat my skin.
Lifting my hand, I hold my finger up, pausing just long enough to watch her curiosity flare. Then I lower it to her pussy and push it inside her, oh so carefully.
Hmm, I can’t wait to taste her now.
“Ahh,” she moans, her back once more arching off the bed.
Fuck me!
She’s so wet and velvety hot. And so fucking tight.
My cock twitches against my abdomen. I’m so hard, my balls are already blue and hurting.
The thought of pushing inside her…
I’ve never wanted to get lost in someone as much as I want to lose myself in her. Her pussy squeezes my finger as if reading my mind, and now I’m the one moaning.
Keep it together. Not today.
Mari squirms demandingly, and I move my finger slowly in and out of her. In the few short days we’ve been together, she’s become a delightful little hedonist. When I finally bury myself in her, the fun we’re going to have will be next level.
I’m about to lower my head to lick the trail of ricotta off her, but stop mid-motion.
“Hmm, I have a much better idea on how to savor my dessert,” I murmur, my voice low and full of promise.
Mari blinks at me, her brows furrowing in the most adorable way. I can’t help but chuckle, as I roll onto my back beside her.
“What are you do-iiing?” She squeals the last part as I grip her hips firmly and tug her effortlessly onto my body, so she’s straddling me, her knees resting on either side of my ribcage. Her hands instinctively fall to my chest for balance, her palms warm against my skin.
“There we go,” I say, my tone teasing as I put the half-eaten cannoli aside and trail my hands up her thighs.
“Now, let’s make this truly unforgettable. Sit on my face.”
Chapter Sixty-One
Mateo
“What?” Mari gasps.
I move my hands to the small of her waist, lifting and pulling her upward at the same time.
“Sit. On. My. Face,” I repeat slowly.
She shakes her head, her eyes wide.
“I can’t. That’s?—” Her words falter, catching in her throat as I lick my lips, looking at her pussy that’s getting closer to where I want it.
Her scent fills my senses, a heady mix of her natural warmth now mingled with the subtle sweetness of ricotta, citrus and chocolate. My mouth waters.
Her lips part slightly as she watches my every move. I meet her eyes briefly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth before I pull her down toward me. I let my tongue dart out and trace the sticky trail I left on her abdomen.
I press closer, my tongue dipping into the hollow of her belly button, swirling in slow, teasing circles.
She squirms above me, her fingers curling against my chest. Her reactions spur me on. The way her thighs tighten around me, the soft whimper she tries to stifle, every shiver of her body feeds my need to keep exploring her in ways that make her lose herself.
