Looking at her naked form for a few seconds, Marcel dropped down to his knees in between her legs. Shame was the farthest thing from Arianna's mind even when Marcel pushed his nose close to her entrance and took a long, deep sniff like a drug addict. Only that she was the drug he was addicted to.
"You smell good," Marcel said, huskily. His warm breath teases her most sensitive part.
She was filled with anticipation, having pushed every semblance of shame to the back of her mind. Her lips parted, and she took a long, deep breath, turned on by the look in Marcel's eyes. Arianna swore she could orgasm from those dark, intense gazes alone.
He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and trails them down, dangerously close to her sex and when he reached that place, gave it one wet swipe with his tongue that made Arianna's hips arch instinctively at the instant pleasure.
