Page 197 of My Italian Love Affair

This is aboutus.

I don’t think she realises how much she’s taken over me, how much space she’s claimed in my head, in my chest. And maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I haven’t made it clear enough.

But I will.

Right now, all I care about is taking care of her.

I don’t rush it. This isn’t about me.

This is abouther.

About making her feel good, making her feel safe, making her understand that I’mnotgoing anywhere.

By the time I reach her mouth, she’s still breathless, but she kisses me back like she wantsmore.

I grin against her lips.

"You're so beautiful like this," I murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead. "Completely undone."

She swallows, her eyes still hazy.

"I needed that," she admits, voice soft.

"I know," I smirk.

And then I feel my entire expression relax.

"You're just…incredible," I whisper, my voice raw, my breathing uneven.

She blinks up at me, eyes still hazy from her orgasm, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

Andfuck, I want her. Ineedher.

The ache in my body, the throbbing between my legs, the way every part of me is wound tight with unspent desire - I should be desperate to move, to take what I want, but I don’t.

I hold still.

This isn’t just about fucking. I’m not sure it ever even was.

She cups my face, pulling me into a kiss that makes my pulse stutter.

"Let me make you feel good," she whispers, her hands already tugging at the hem of my shirt.

I sit back just long enough to yank it over my head, letting it fall somewhere onto her messy floor, and when I look back at her, she’s already running her fingers down my torso, exploring.

"Like what you see?"

She rolls her eyes.

"Oh, please. You're so full of yourself."

"Well," I murmur, leaning down so my lips graze hers, "youarestaring."

She laughs, andfuck, I love that sound.

Then her hands slip lower, and whatever witty remark I had dies in my throat as her fingers wrap around my cock.

I groan, head tipping back slightly as she strokes me, slow and teasing, her touch firm but unhurried.

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