Page 40 of Touch Me

Marco tugged his hands above his head, and when he turned to try to look at me, he had a weird grin on his face. “I surrender.”

Hmmm. I think he liked me taking him down.

I eased off his back and tapped him in the ribs with the toe of my shoe. “Turn over.”

He rolled with his hands still above his head. His tattoo was magnificent.

I placed my foot on his chest, just below the dragon’s wing. “You don’t touch me. Understand?”

“Sì. Sì.” He nodded with ridiculous emphasis.

“Put your hands down.” My gaze was drawn to his gun-metal gray Calvin Klein underpants. Sexy.

I traced the dragon with my finger. “This is good. What does it mean?”

He tried to look down at his chest as if he had no idea what I was pointing at.

“The dragon . . . tell me about it.”

“It gives me power. Wisdom. And wealth.”

“Does it now?” I unclipped my red bra and flung it aside.

Marco gasped again.

“Take off my shoe.” I wiggled my right foot at him, and he did as I instructed.

“And this one.”

He repeated the process with the second shoe.

I pointed my toes on his chest to roll one of my fishnet stockings down.

Marco’s eyes were wide, his lips parted, and his chest rose and fell with the rapidness of his breathing like he was mesmerized.

We repeated the process with my second stocking. The bulge in Marco’s Calvin Klein’s grew. It was time to reveal what was beneath. “You can take them off if you want.”

“Sì,” he said, but he didn’t move.

I used my toe to tug on the thick white elastic. “Off.”

He raised his hips and wriggled the undies down his legs but left them on his ankles.

Marco’s cock was swollen, large, and thick. He wrapped his hand around it.

I jabbed him with my toe and waggled my finger side to side. “No, no, no.”

He put his hands back over his head.

This gave me an idea. I slipped my bra off the bed. “Close your eyes.”

I adjusted the lingerie over his eyes so he couldn’t see, and lowering onto my knees, I straddled him.

A gush of breath tumbled from his lips, and a deep groan came with it.

Gliding my fingers over the dragon, I traced the outline of its glorious wings and strong hind legs.

Marco’s rock-hard cock thumped into my butt cheeks as I leaned forward and licked the dragon’s wing. The saltiness of his skin laced my tongue as I glided over his nipple.