Page 17 of My Italian Roommate

“Good, let’s go to bed.” He stands and helps me to my feet then picks me up and cradles me in his arms. He carries me to the bedroom and sets me down on the bed. My friends, the few who knew about my virginity, used to ask me what I was waiting for and I never really had an answer. I just knew that I didn’t want to give myself to just anyone. Now, finally, I know why I waited. I was waiting for Mario.

My head spins as he kisses his way from my neck to my breasts, then across my belly. He stops as his tongue caresses the mound of flesh between my legs and lifts his head.

“It’s time for you to get to know me better, princess,” he smirks as he unbuttons his shirt, opens his pants, and pulls them down, exposing his thick cock. He moves to my side and lifts my hand.

“Touch me,” he rasps and I run my fingers down his shaft. He twitches as I stroke him with my fingers.

“It’s so big…” I mutter, starting to wonder if I can fit all of that in me.

“That’s because of you. I get hard just looking at you.”

He wraps my hand around the base and teaches me how to stroke him. I look up at his face and my heart flutters when I see how he’s responding to my touch. He has my left breast in his other hand and squeezes it hard with every stroke.

He lets go of my hand and moves to position himself between my legs.

“You must have liked playing with me, sweet girl. You’re all wet,” he runs his fingers along my slit and smiles, “but I’m gonna make you even wetter.”

He presses the tip of his rod against my clit and slaps it, making me dig my fingers into the mattress, before running it down across my wet lips. He presses down against me and I wince at the pressure against me, but he continues inch by inch until he’s fully inside me. My eyes grow wide as his hips rock and thrust, propelling him deeper into this unfamiliar part of me. His breath quickens and he moans, “You feel good, baby girl. You feel so good. So fucking tight.”

He feels good, too, once the fear and anxiety leave me and we get into a rhythm together. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper inside me. A tension, a sort of need, begins to grow inside me. It’s a familiar feeling. I had it when he had his tongue inside me. I think he’s going to make me come.

“You’re so tight, baby. I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” he pants.

“Oh God, I think I’m going to come, too.”

He pulls out, rubs his cock against my clit, and the entire world disappears. All that exists is Mario and what he’s doing to me. My body tenses and I cry out. Like a steaming kettle, I’m about to blow. Mario grabs my legs and tosses them over his shoulders, entering me just as my orgasm overtakes me. In seconds, he fills me with warm jets of his come and collapses on my chest.

I don’t want the magic of this moment to end so I keep my arms securely around his neck and hold him close to me. He rolls over, pulling me onto his chest where I fall blissfully asleep. As I close my eyes, I think about how warm and safe it feels to be in this big man’s arms. There’s nowhere in the world that I would rather be.

9

THE FINALS

MARIO

As I dress for the race, I ask myself if sleeping with Mallory on the night before the biggest race of the year was a good idea. We don’t discuss it with outsiders, but it’s been a sort of racing old wives’ tale for generations. I can see Tony shaking his fat finger in my face, “No sex the night before a race!”

I splash some water on my face, look into the mirror, and smile. Racing urban legends be damned. I wouldn’t trade last night for anything. In fact, I feel rejuvenated and more ready for this race than the last three.

When I come out of the bathroom, Mallory rolls over and smiles at me. Already dressed, I sit on the edge of the bed and kiss her.

“Good morning, beautiful girl. How long do you need to get ready?”

“Is there coffee?”

“And muffins. I can’t ever sleep the night before a race so I slipped out early and went to the donut shop.”

“Wow, I didn’t even know you were gone.”

“Because you were sleeping like a rock. Did I wear you out?”

“Um, yeah, maybe you did.”

“Better work on your stamina then because there’s gonna be a lot more where that came from.”

“I’ll do that, but first, I’m getting one of those muffins and coffee.”

“No, you’re staying right here. I’ll bring them to you,” I tell her and rush off to the kitchen.

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