Page 109 of Ricardo

But I don't look away.

I let him look.

Slowly, he leans down and presses a soft, gentle kiss to my stomach.

I shudder, my hands clutching the blanket beneath me.

He smiles against my skin, then begins to trace a path with his tongue, following the line of freckles down toward my navel. He is in no hurry. He is exploring me, learning me, and every touch, every kiss, is a revelation.

He is worshipping me.

And I have never felt so worshipped in my entire life.

My hips begin to move, a restless, seeking rhythm, and I can feel my arousal building, a slow, delicious fire that is spreading through my veins.

His hands slide up my thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin, and then higher, to the edge of my panties.

He hooks his fingers in the lace, and stops to give me a questioning look.

This is it. The last barrier.

I nod, a silent, breathless assent.

Slowly, torturously, he pulls the panties down my legs. I lift my hips to help him, and then the damp fabric is gone, and I am completely naked.

He tosses the panties aside, and then he is looking at all of me. I can feel the heat of his gaze like a brand on my skin.

I should feel vulnerable. I should feel shy.

But I don't.

I feel… free. I feel powerful. I feel desired.

I spread my legs wider, a silent invitation that I never thought I’d have the courage to make.

His breath hitches, and a low, guttural sound escapes his lips.

"Julia," he breathes. "You are going to be the death of me."

And then, before I can even process the words, he is moving.

He lowers himself over me, bracing his weight on his forearms on either side of my head. His hard cock presses against my wet, aching center, and a soft cry escapes my lips.

For a second, I think he's going to press into me, and that'll be that. But that's not what he does.

He lowers his head and kisses me slowly. It's a deep, drugging kiss that leaves me lightheaded and breathless.

I kiss him back, my hands sliding up his back, my nails digging into his skin. I want to crawl inside him, to lose myself in him, to become a part of him.

But just as I'm settling into the kiss, his lips leave mine and move down to my neck, my collarbones, then my breasts.

He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and I cry out, my back arching off the blankets.

He gives the other one the same attention, until I am a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him, my body begging for something more.

And then he starts to kiss his way down my stomach, then lower still, a path of fire that leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

My breath catches.