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“Me too, Dante, me too,” she says, kissing me like a cat in heat.

Lifting her, I take her to her bedroom and rip off the duvet.

“Wiggle out of that skirt,” I command. She shimmies prettily.

“Now the rest.”

She reaches behind her to unclasp her brassiere, exposing her perfect breasts.

“You’re so lovely, Gina. Maybe I don’t tell you that often enough?”

“You’re right,” she says. “You don’t.”

I kneel to remove her panties, inhaling the musk of her sex.

“You have the most exquisite perfume, Gina. You have to bottle it one day.”

“What would I call it?”

“Ambrosia.” I pull apart her legs and insert my tongue into her wet pussy. She tastes delicious.

Yes. Ambrosia. I explore each crevice of her sex, enjoying the taste of her slick juices on my tongue.

“Dante, I love this, but you’re teasing me too much,” she says. “I want you inside me.”

“I am in you.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Impatient for me to stop teasing, she pulls herself away and lies spread-eagle on the bed. “Now,” she says. “I want you now!”

“What a brazen hussy,” I say, smiling.

I take off my slacks, followed by my briefs and then my shirt.

“You’re gorgeous, Dante,” she says, her eyes devouring me as I stand before her.

Our eyes meet, and I realize Lorenzo was right. I’ve been neglecting her.

“Come to me,” she says, holding out her arms.

I’m hard as I approach the bed, but I’m not ready to enter her yet.

“Patience,” I command. “I want to take my time with you.”

First, I focus on her breasts, teasing her nipples until they’re as hard as cherries.

She writhes beneath me. “Now, Dante, now.”

I position myself on top of her, placing my tip just outside her pussy.

“Closer, closer,” she demands.

But I’m enjoying withholding it from her.

“Now, I want it now.” She moves herself towards me, trying to capture my dick with her pussy, but I playfully pull away.

“Good things come to those who wait.”