Page 150 of Marcello

Moving slowly…

Not trying to rush it.

Her orgasms came gradually, slowly, but they kept coming…

One would happen, then melt away…

Then a few minutes later, she would begin to tremble again and whimper.

We kissed the entire time.

It was more like making out than having sex. I just happened to be moving slowly inside her as we did it.

Then… finally… as she reached the most powerful of her climaxes… I couldn’t hold back.

I came inside her again…

My groans mixing with hers…

Our pleasure melting into each other’s…

Until finally we collapsed into each other’s arms, spent…

And softly kissed some more.

45

We lay in bed afterwards, eating strawberries and drinking champagne.

We laughed a lot – especially about the after-effects of sex.

“The sheets are soaked down there,” Giulietta said worriedly as she looked at the edge of the bed.

“That tends to happen when you squirt.”

“You made me!”

“Yes I did,” I said with a proud grin.

She smacked my arm. “You’re not sorry at all, are you?”

“After hearing you come that hard? Nope.”

She made a frowning face like she was turned on. I noticed her nipples got a little hard, so I leaned over and licked them.

“Hmph,” she said in a grumpy-playful voice as she pushed me away. “You know, I can feel your cum leaking out of me.”

“I’ll get a towel to clean you off.”

I sat up –

But she grabbed my arm to stop me.

“I like feeling it,” she said with a smile. “It reminds me of what we just did.”

I grinned and settled back down beside her.

“But you’re still a bad boy,” she chided me, and dabbed some whipped cream on my nose.