Page 151 of Marcello

“I know.” I retaliated by dabbing some on her nipples and sucking it off.

“Oh no, don’t do that,” she said with a laugh. “Never do THAT.”

I kept sucking…

She started moaning…

And a few minutes later, I was inside her again.

At 4 o’clock in the morning, an alarm on her phone went off.

“I have to go,” she said.

As she moved to get up, I grabbed her arm. “Stay – just a little bit longer.”

“I wish I could, but I can’t.” She leaned over and kissed me, then got up to dress.

I suddenly blurted out, “What if you moved in with me?”

It was like saying I love you earlier.

It just came out without thinking.

She looked over in surprise.

I felt surprised myself – but I grinned.

I wanted her to move in with me.

I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I wanted her around me all the time, night and day.

“Isn’t it a little early to be moving in together?” she asked lightly.

“No.”

She laughed as she put on her bra. “Well, much as I’d love to, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“My father would…” She paused. “Let’s just say, it wouldn’t be pretty.”

I got up from the bed, walked over, put my hands on her shoulders, and said in a jokey imploring voice, “Come oooonnnn.”

“No!” she said with a laugh, then bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. “Cut it out, I have to get ready.”

I reached for my own clothes. “I’ll come downstairs with you.”

She smiled. “Okay.”

After we both got dressed, we went down in the elevator together, kissing the entire way.

At the front desk, she asked them to call her a taxi.

I frowned. “Why not call an Uber?”

She looked at me like she didn’t understand. “What?”

“Why don’t you use your phone to call an Uber?”