Page 12 of Marcelo
Winnie and I exchange an amused glance. "He seems to have made himself right at home."
“Indeed, he has,” I laugh. The weight of the day and our candid conversation from earlier hangs in the air, and yet, in this moment, there's a newfound lightness between us.
She turns to face me, her proximity making me acutely aware of her presence. The scent of her perfume, a mix of fresh jasmine and something uniquely Winnie, wraps around me.
“You know, considering we just adopted a dog together, things have progressed rather quickly,” she observes with a playful smirk.
I lean in closer, my hand resting lightly on her waist. “Guess we're just two people who aren't afraid to dive into the deep end.”
Winnie tilts her head, her lips inches from mine. “Speaking of deep ends,” she murmurs, her voice dropping, “is there somewhere more... private we can go?”
Nodding, I take her hand, leading her toward the hallway. "I have just the place."
Pushing open the bedroom door, I pull her gently inside. Turning, I make sure the door closes behind us, blocking out any view Chance might have. "Just in case our pup gets curious," I wink.
She chuckles, "Always thinking ahead, Mr. de Leon."
The bedroom is bathed in a soft, golden light. Even so, I can make out the details of her face, flushed with anticipation. Moving closer still, I watch as she begins to unbutton her jeans, eyes locked on mine.
I shrug my t-shirt off and let it drop to the floor before following her lead and slipping out of my jeans. She stands before me in nothing but a white lace bra and panties that do more than just compliment her curves—they highlight them in all the right places.
Her beauty takes my breath away, and I can't help but take a step closer, pressing our bodies together as we embrace, lips grazing lightly at first before deepening into a passionate kiss.
As our tongues tangle, Winnie's hands slip down to my waist, then lower still, pushing my boxer briefs down and releasing my cock from its confines. Her fingers touch the shaft softly, tracing the length of my erection from base to tip and back. Her fingertips brush lightly against my balls, teasing.
I kiss her neck softly, my lips lingering at the base of her throat. "Winnie," I breathe. “I want this. I want you.”
She lets out a soft gasp as I push her back gently, guiding her onto the bed. I stand tall above her, admiring her body with my eyes. Her smooth curves, her delicate skin—I could look at this woman all night.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur before leaning down to kiss her again and sliding my hand between her thighs.
My fingers brush against her wetness, and she gasps into my mouth as I continue exploring her. I slip a finger inside her, reveling in how warm and wet she feels.
“Oh, Marcelo,” she sighs against my lips. “Yes...”
I reply with a deep kiss, my body pressing into hers as I reach a finger deep inside her. She whimpers in response, her hips moving toward me, pushing herself onto my hand. I slip a second finger inside her, moving them in and out of her as she writhes against me. A moan escapes her lips as I repeat the motion, and I feel her legs quivering as her orgasm approaches.
“Let me feel you come for me,” I purr, kissing her neck.
A soft cry escapes her lips, and she begins to shudder, her whole body moving in rhythm with my fingers. Her pussy clamps down around my hand, gripping it tightly as she cums, and I keep moving my fingers until she shudders and relaxes.
She lets out a breathy laugh, "Wow. You have a way with your hands."
"Not just with my hands," I murmur, pulling my fingers out of her and bringing them to my lips, licking her wetness from my fingertips.
Her eyes widen, and she gives me a playful pout, which I answer with another deep kiss. As I move on top of her, she wraps her legs around my waist as our bodies press together, her heels digging into my ass, urging me closer. The tip of my cock brushes against her wetness, and I move into her slowly, letting her feel every inch of me before I'm buried deep inside her.
“Marcelo,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. She's so hot and wet; I can feel her lust as she surrounds me. Her body moves with mine, her hips thrusting softly against me as we rock together.
My fingers dig into her soft hips as I move hard and fast into her. She moans with each thrust, her body moving with mine. My lips find her neck as I gasp her name against her skin.
She reaches down between us, her fingers brushing against the tender skin of my shaft. My cock throbs in response, and I can feel her walls squeezing me just as tight.
“Faster,” she begs.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me again,” I pant, my hands moving to her hips. I have to steady myself with each thrust as I let the pleasure wash over me.
“Marcelo,” she gasps. “It’s so good.”