Page 119 of Marcello

I kept licking her clit and caressing her with my finger.

She grabbed my hair like she was holding on for dear life.

“OHHHHHHH!” she screamed.

I kept going – she kept screaming –

Until finally she pushed my head away.

“Stop,” she gasped. “Stop… I can’t…”

Her legs were still quivering as I slowly worked my way up her body, kissing her stomach, licking her breasts, until I was lying next to her.

I kissed her romantically, and she fervently returned my kiss.

Then she pulled away.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered.

I smiled. “I do, too, but I’m worried it’ll hurt.”

“I don’t care,” she whispered again. “I need you inside me.”

I nodded and kissed her. “Okay.”

Then I got up from the bed and hurriedly went to search my pants.

She looked up in surprise. “What are you doing?”

I turned and looked at her. “Getting a condom.”

She bit her lip – fuck, it was sexy – and asked, “Do we have to use one?”

I stared at her.

Holy shit.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant,” I said.

She bit her lip again and looked down at my cock. “Can you… you know… finish outside of me?”

FUUUUCK.

“I… yes, but I also want to keep you totally safe.”

She looked into my eyes. “Because of STDs?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you gotten tested since the last time?”

I had, actually. “Yes… but I wanted you to feel safe.”

The innocence in her eyes nearly killed me as she whispered, “I trust you.”

Something swelled in my heart – something I hadn’t felt in forever.

All the ugliness of my job and Cesare and the Camorra fell away…