Marcel stared at Vanessa's glossy lips still wet from the downpour, taking his hands up to trace the sinful distraction before looking back at her astonishing eyes that sparked with lustful interest,
“Marcel” she whispered coming closer to him, their got breaths mingling yet no one had dared make a move like they needed assurance to move on, the tension thick.
She then moved to his crisp button-up shirt, searching his eyes for approval, before unbuttoning it, they n dropping it to the floor.
Looking at his muscle and shirtless glory,
“Do you want me, Marcel, do you still feel something?”
“You have no idea, Nessa,”
The next breath was caught in her throat, as he swooped her up in a kiss his hands pressing on her bare waist as she moaned in pleasure,
“More”, she uttered searching b
