FELICIA’s P O V
Marcus pushed me gently to stand up, then held my shoulders, before whirling me around to face him. His right hand slowly travelled from my shoulder to my back, then with a slapping sound, I felt my bra unclasp, and he slowly slid the straps from my shoulders, down to my arm, before finally pulling it away from my body, and threw it on the ground.
‘‘They looked so perfect…’’ I shut my eyes, and my breath hitched when Marcus’ hands started to knead my breasts. The feel of his warm hands made another wildfire spread inside me, raging through me with no restrains in sight.
Then his other hand lowered down from my stomach, until he reached my panties, hooking his fingers around it, and I opened my eyes to look down at him when he pulled them down while he dropped on his knees in front of me.
‘‘So beautiful…’’ he commented, and I gasped when he suddenly kissed my core.