241- Buried Inside Her

Feast on her body!

Marissa Sinclair!

Those magical words for her.

He again called by that name.

Rafael's eyes rolled down her body until they halted at the throbbing flash between her thighs.

"You are soaking wet, sweetheart," Marissa could see the fiery desire flashing in his eyes, making her toes curl into the sheets. 

His hands left her boobs, and one of the hands traveled down over her skin slowly. When he touched her sensitive spot, Marissa felt herself burning with thousands of trickling tingles. 

She arched her back off the bed when his hands parted her thighs. She opened to him slowly like a newly bloomed flower. His eyes were feasting on her wet folds until he slid down to taste that part of her body.

Marissa had thought that she would not encourage him to use his mouth there, as he had already done that.