Twenty-three:

Twenty-three:

He picked me up and he wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me deeply, and bit down on my lip, hard. I didn’t mind. I only whimpered a little. Cesare carried me into my room. “Cesare…” I whispered.

“Don’t protest,” he said, “do you know how long I’ve wanted you? Do you know I fuck myself to sleep every night thinking about you?”

He placed me on my bed, gently, then took his shirt off. I forgot how gorgeous he was. He pulled off my shirt, and my bra, and stared at me for a moment. I waited for him to do something. “You’re fucking perfect.” He grabbed one breast and started to play with my nipple. My whole body tensed, my toes curled, and I moaned.

“Cesare…” I was breathless from the kissing. I wanted more than him playing with my breasts. I wanted him inside of me. He kept on playing with my breasts, then he stopped for a moment to take off his pants.

When he was naked, I couldn’t help but stare at his coc