Her back arched off the bed, a stifled moan on her lips as he used his tongue to stroke up and down her clit. Arianna's breathing deepened and she panted as he increased the pace of his tongue and just when she was close to coming, he stopped.
Frustrated and angry couldn't describe how she felt when she couldn't get off and the culprit responsible for it lifted his head from between her legs, his lips kinked to the side.
That devil, Marcel.
"You!" She glared at him just as Marcel hovered over her, covering and pressing down on her body with his.
Marcel chuckled, "Thought you didn't want it but here you are, craving me," He smirked, beginning to kiss her neck.
Arianna threw her head back, giving him more access to her neck as she sighed in contentment. Marcel would be the death of her. She was still enjoying the pleasure he was giving her when the door to the room was suddenly kicked open with a bang and the both of them broke apart at once.
