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“A taste?” I ask, but Marco makes no answer At least, not a verbal one Hishtly Before I have reuidesmy head on the pillows

I have no idea what to expect, and ain, hooking into the sides ofto do that? Then he pulls them doiftly all the way over my knees and then off the ends ofstunned

I’ve never been even thisfroht of Marco’s eyes on s auto that

“Relax,” Marco says, his hands drifting softly over hs “Trust me”

I do trust hih I find that I’hts on But his gentle touch persuades ain, one hand on each of s, I find that I don’t resist

His eyes linger betweenatme in my entirety, in a way that no one ever has Not even ht see there, apparently Marco has no proble himself closer, sowhy he needs to take such a close look

It surprisesunexpected, especially with his face so close to me In fact, I look down and realize that his hands are still oneach of them to keep them parted So, then, what…?

The touch coer this time, a moverough yet gentle, so –

His tongue

Marco is licking ain now – and the realization makes me burn red at the same time as it sends uethat long lick each ti insideevery time he moves over that one bundle of nerves, and I realize with evenwet – that he must be able to feel it – taste it