23

Francesca

I HAD CLEARLY gone crazy.

Fausto Ravazzani had undressed me and caressed me between my legs. He fell to his knees for me. Did I complain or try to stop him? No, because the way he bossed me around turned my insides into molten lava and my brain into mush. It was as if he started talking dirty and I lost the ability to think.

So God help me, I wanted him.

As he kissed my thigh, his strong hands held me in place. Hands that had done indescribable violence, but could also be tender. I was completely naked before him, his face close to my pussy. Did I smell good down there? I knew from watching porn that a lot of guys liked it, but oral had only come up once with David, when he said it wasn't his favorite thing to do. Of course, he liked it when I gave him a blowjob.

The tip of Fausto's tongue touched my folds — and I jumped.

“Relax,” he breathed. — Place your hands on your breasts and feel what I'm doing to you, bellissima.

God, hearing Italian words come out of his mouth in th