Chapter 42
Giorgio
Finally, I pulled out of her. She moaned softly as I left.
When I collapsed on the bed next to her, I realized my cock was soaking wet.
Which meant her pussy had to be, too –
And probably a lot more than my cock. It had been a long time since I’d jerked off, so there had to be a lot of cum inside her right now.
“Want to take a shower?” I asked as I caressed her breasts, dewy with her perspiration.
“I can’t move,” she groaned. “My legs are too weak from what you just did to me.”
I laughed and kissed her. “Sorry.”
“Don’t ever be sorry about that. It was amazing… I just can’t move right now.”
“Hold on, I’ll get you a towel.”
“The bathroom’s over there.”
I went into the bathroom, turned on the light, and found a clean washcloth.
I ran the water until it was hot, wet half of the cloth, squeezed it out, and went back into the bedroom.
I could see Emilia slightly better now because of the light from the bathroom – not just the moonlight through her window blinds.
Madonn, what a body!
I would’ve crossed myself and thanked the Virgin Mary for everything that had just happened if I didn’t think I’d get struck by lightning for sacrilege.
I got on the bed next to Emilia and tenderly wiped her pussy with the damp cloth.
“Mmm… that feels good,” she murmured appreciatively, then sighed as I used the other half of the cloth to dry her. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
I dried my cock off a bit, then went back and hung the washcloth on the curtain rod in the shower.
When I crawled back into bed, Emilia turned away from me, showing me her gorgeous ass – which I hadn’t properly been able to admire before. “Spoon me?”
“Of course,” I said as I pressed my body against her back, wrapped my right arm around her, and began to kiss her neck.
She was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke tentatively.
“…Giorgio?”
“Yes?”
“…what we just did… it meant something to you… right?”
I stopped kissing her neck out of shock and propped myself up on my left elbow. “Of course it did! It meant a lot!”
She turned her head and gave me an embarrassed smile, her expression fully visible in the light from the bathroom. “I’m sorry… I don’t know why I even asked that.”
I caressed her face. “Maybe because of my job?”
She scrunched up her nose like she’d smelled something bad. “Don’t remind me.”
I grinned. “Alright. But, yes – it meant a lot to me.”
“Good. I… I haven’t ever done that before.”
I stared at her in shock. She’d been tight, but not that tight.
“You were a virgin?!”
Her eyes opened wide. “No! I mean, I’ve never had sex before… with somebody who wasn’t my boyfriend.”
That touched me immensely.
She had wanted me so passionately that she had thrown all caution to the wind.
I leaned over and kissed her tenderly, then said, “Well, I’d like to apply for the job.”
She gasped and pushed me back a few inches. “Wait – seriously?!”
I grinned at her. “Too early?”
“I mean – with anybody else, maybe, but – seriously?!”
“Seriously. I’ve wanted you desperately since the moment I met you, Emilia.”
She stared at me like she couldn’t believe what I was saying. “But I was a total bitch to you!”
“Mm,” I said noncommittally.
She laughed. “Hey! You’re supposed to say, ‘No you weren’t!’”
“No you weren’t!” I said in a very over-the-top way that was totally fake.
She giggled and slapped my arm lightly. “Jerk.”
“Well, you had good reason,” I said as I touched her face lightly. “I’m just thankful you gave me a second chance.”
“Not like you gave me a choice,” she joked.
“What’re you talking about?! I was totally going to keep my promise and never see you again!”
“I know, I know. I meant how you kept coming back those first few weeks.”
“Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“Thank god you did,” she whispered, and leaned her head forward.
We kissed for a long time, our tongues softly swirling –
And my cock started to get hard again.
I knew she felt it because it was pressing into her leg.
She moaned and reached down to stroke my shaft.
But I noticed she kept her legs together.
“Do you want to have sex again?” I asked as I stroked her breast. Her nipple hardened under my touch.
She looked deep into my eyes. “Did you really mean what you said about wanting to be my boyfriend?”
“Yes. A thousand times yes.”
“Then I’d be your girlfriend,” she whispered, like she was trying the word on for size.
“Of course.”
“And it’d be just you and me, right? No seeing anybody else?”
“I don’t want anybody else,” I said huskily.
As she peered deep into my eyes, her legs slowly parted.
“Neither do I,” she whispered, as she used her hand to gently pull me towards her –
And then guide me inside her.