Chapter 47

Sergio moved closer, and she battled to focus when she was so consumed by him. She caught a whiff of his cologne—something cool and expensive-smelling, like spice. It was so delicious she wanted to bury her face in his neck.

But she rebuffed the thought immediately. That didn’t stop the swarm of butterflies that had taken flight in her stomach. Traitors. That was what she called them because they always betrayed her anytime he was around.

"Hmm, Bambolina?" Sergio leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss on the side of her neck. One that made her inside squirm once again. "What do you say?"

Rosana imagined sitting on his face and riding his tongue, just as had said. A shiver of pleasure worked down her spine and her pûssy clenched in excitement. What would it feel like to have his warm tongue inside of her while she rode his face, chasing her climax? She wondered, gasping as his teeth nip at the delicate skin.

Of course, it would be wonderful because she could already feel her bod