Chapter 232

Fiona slowly, carefully slid around the bench until she was adjacent to him. The churning water made it hard to see, but she could guess where her target was just by the way he was sitting all slouched down like that.

Fiona stretched out her arm until her fingers brushed Marco's stomach. The muscles under her touch jumped, but he otherwise didn't move. He wanted to be the stone man? She'd give him a helping hand.

Her grip.

She drifted lower until her fingers found his cock. As of yet, she hadn't touched him, not like this. Their coupling had been too fast, too urgent to allow for her exploration of his body. She wrapped her hand around him and swallowed. He wasn't even hard yet. No wonder she'd been sore.

Marco didn't so much as crack an eye at her. Was this simply expected? Or was he waiting to see what she'd do? Well, she had plans.