18

ROME

When I thought this couldn’t be more perfect. Carly spread out before me.

After I watched her take off the remaining clothes in her body and go down on me and the fact that she never did that before—I was her first blow job, all the mercy I had left was thrown over the window. All I could think about was returning the favor and feasting on her.

I couldn’t wait for any second. I had to taste her. Then her arousal—sweet and citrusy hit my taste buds. I couldn’t stop myself until she came around my tongue.

I was hard as a rock, it fucking hurt, but there was nothing more fulfilling than having her ride my tongue. It felt like tasting heaven.

She was still catching her breath when I came on top and kissed her, allowing her to taste her come on my tongue. She spread her legs apart, welcoming me.

“I want you, but you can tell me to stop—”

“We both know we passed that point with flying colors unless you changed your mind.”

I pressed my lips against hers and nudged the tip of my