Chapter 21

(Renata Pellegrini)

I watch him, his eyes are closed, I watch his tongue seductively glide across his bottom lip as if he's still savoring some sort of taste. Our breath is uneven, our chest rises and falls rapidly, I close my eyes and with my trembling fingers I touch my lips, still feeling the pressure that was made a moment ago with his mouth. My whole-body tingles for more.

I open my eyes and lose myself in the immensity of Mr. Filippo's penetrating gaze, without pestaning, without deviating, burning with desire, burning with lust.

What a perverted look!

As if in a hypnotic trance, I am startled by his lips once again pressing against mine, my eyes open like saucers, I try to pull away, but he puts his hand on the back of my neck preventing me from moving.

I open my mouth to protest, however, he uses this opening to stick his tongue in and I can't take it anymore. I melt in his arms again, it's like I've been in the driest desert for years and he is the drop of water I crave. I pu