Page 148 of Marcello

After about 30 seconds, she groped blindly with one hand for my face. “Stop… stop…”

I stopped thrusting and lowered back onto the bed, just enjoying the sensation of her legs trembling and shaking on either side of my body.

Finally, she lifted her head up to look at me. She really did look stoned.

“…I don’t know how I ever lived without you…” she whispered.

I grinned. “I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

And we kissed, soft and deep and slow, for the next several minutes.

Finally, when she regained her strength, she pushed herself back into a sitting position and began to move her hips.

“I want you to come,” she whispered.

“This is probably not the best position for that,” I joked.

“Why not?” she asked, pausing in concern. “You don’t like it?”

“I LOVE it. But I can’t pull out like this.”

She smiled like she found that funny, and began moving her hips back and forth again. “I don’t want you to pull out.”

I stared up at her in shock. “What?”

“I want you to come inside me,” she whispered.

Those words alone got me damn close to coming.

“Babe – no – ”

“I just had my period,” she whispered. “I’m not going to get pregnant.”

Oh FUCK.

“Giulietta – ”

“Come inside me.”

“There’s still a small chance – ”

“Very small. Come inside me.”

The seductive moan of her words…

The wet, soft tightness stroking my cock…

The primal, animal urge to shoot inside her –

It was pushing me close to orgasm.

Too close.

I only had a few seconds.

“Babe – ”

She clasped one of my hands to her breast as she frantically rode me. “Fill me up with your cum.”