Page 194 of Marcello

I stepped to the side and said I wanted to dance.

I was expecting him to get pissed about me not kissing him –

But he just laughed, which relieved me to no end. “Let’s dance, then.”

Oh, shit…

Now I’ve got to dance in front of an incredibly hot guy who’s probably a GREAT dancer!

I immediately panicked. “To be honest, I don’t really know how. I mostly just dance around in my bedroom. Which sounds totally cringe, but it’s true, unfortunately.”

Again, I felt like the biggest girl nerd babbling in front of the high school quarterback.

“That’s okay,” he said with a kind smile. “I don’t dance at all.”

“Then how are we supposed to dance?”

“I say we just do what feels good.”

I couldn’t decide whether he was still trying to get me into bed with that line –

But fuck it.

I wanted to dance, so I let him lead me to the dance floor.

I could tell you about the dancing, which was awesome.

I could tell you about the champagne, which was delicious.

I could tell you how much fun I had – the most fun in my entire life.

Or about how turned on I got…

Feeling his body against mine…

His muscles…

His cock!

For the first time in my life, I felt a guy’s erection press up against me –

And I nearly lost it.

It was just as good as I’d fantasized about –

And it wasn’t even inside me.

But mostly I want to tell you about the kissing.

It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

I’d never kissed anyone before –

And my first time was with the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.

It was magical.

Time stood still.