Page 149 of My Italian Love Affair

All the while, I thrust harder, faster,deeper.

The heat in my spine tightens, my cock thick inside her, and shefeelsit - sheknows- because she turns her head, lips brushing my ear.

“Come on,” she whispers, her voice fuckingdeadly. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

That’s all it takes.

I let out a guttural groan, my head dropping against her shoulder as my hips stutter and I finally, finallylet go.

I press as deep as I can, owning every inch of her. My release pours into her pussy in thick, hot pulses, my whole body locking as I pulse, emptying myself fully inside her.

Fuck.

It’s overwhelming, raw and all-consuming, my vision going white-hot as I shudder, as I give her everything.

For a long, breathless moment, neither of us move.

We’re just locked together, panting, our bodies still shaking with the aftershocks.

Then, slowly, I collapse against her.

She lets out a softoofof surprise, and we laugh together. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex andher.

Her fingers trace lazy circles against my back, and I let my eyes fall shut for a second.

Dio, this isdangerous.

I should pull out. I should move. I should dosomething.

But I don’t.

Instead, I stay inside her, still hard, still buried deep, still owning her body in a way that makes my chest tighten.

Eventually, I force myself to move, to leave the warmth of her body, and I swear I nearly groan at the loss.

She lets out a little whimper when I slip free, and fuck, that sound?That fucking sound?

It’s going tohauntme.

I sit up first, watching as she slowly pushes herself upright, straddling the hard bench. Her legs are trembling, her skin still flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses.

She’sstunning.

Something flickers across her face, but she doesn’t pull away.

She does glance down, though.

I catch the slight flush of pink on her cheeks when she sees the mess I’ve left between her thighs, but before she can react, I reach out, tilting her chin up with a knuckle.

"You’re beautiful," I murmur, my voice still thick with satisfaction.

She blinks up at me, eyes wide, and then -slowly- she smiles.

My chest tightens, and I feel myself becoming overwhelmed at the weight of this.

Because that smile?

Itwrecksme.

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