Page 41 of Rome for the Holidays
Then he turned, shutting his door, and locking it.
He walked back over to her, then dropped to his knees at the edge of his bed.
He lifted her foot, taking off one shoe, then the other.
He pulled her socks off next, then kissed her leg softly, and ran his fingers up her leggings, skating over the fabric between her legs, making her moan slightly.
He reached the waistband of her leggings and made them snap against her stomach.
He lifted himself higher, running his fingers under her shirt, then with her nod, he lifted it off her and it left her in just a bra.
Her breasts were pushed together, lifted high and he licked between them, then kissed her.
She reached behind her back, and the bra fell free, and Vincenzo pulled back to look at her.
She was perfect.
Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands, and he reached out, cupping them both and lifting the first one to his mouth, sucking on her nipple and making her cry out softly.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, and she held him to her, and he switched breasts, loving the taste of her and how her nipples beaded in his mouth.
He nibbled one softly and she gasped, “Oh that feels so good.”
He stood up, ripping his shirt over his head, then shoving his pants off, leaving his boxer briefs on.
He did not want to scare her.
She looked up and down at his body, her eyes drinking him in.
When they saw the tattoo, he had over his heart, she looked up at him, standing to hug him.
“You got my name tattooed on you.”
He chuckled, “Of course I did. My heart belongs to you and you alone. My body belongs to you.”
She looked up at him, “Only me?”
He nodded, “No other woman was allowed to touch me.”
“Good.”
Feeling her naked skin pressed up against him was incredible.
He pushed her leggings down her legs and stood back, wanting to see her in all her glory.
Her hair was long, covering her breasts from view when she let it free from the bun it was in.
He brushed her hair out of the way, “Don’t cover this perfection.”
She ran her hands down her stomach, “You think I’m perfect?”
He pushed his boxers down, showing her his hard cock, “Does this not answer your question?”
She looked at it, “That’s really big.”
He grabbed it, running his hand down the length and groaning at the feel of it.
“This is all for you. Yours.”
