Chapter 48
Giorgio
The conversation about how I got the scar on my arm stressed me out a little bit.
I was afraid Emilia was going to lose it about the mafia stuff and kick me out of her apartment –
So I did everything in my power to make her forget what we’d talked about.
I think I did a pretty good job.
Her bathroom had a combination tub and shower with a plastic curtain.
We got in and turned on the water so it was nice and hot.
I was already pretty hard, but I wanted to make sure I got her good and turned on before I went any further.
I began to kiss her as I soaped her up.
Her breasts…
Her pussy…
Her ass…
Her breasts again…
“I think they’re clean enough,” she said wryly.
“Mmmm, I don’t know,” I said as I continued sliding my hands across her tits. “I better do it again to be absolutely sure.”
“Is that so,” she said with a grin –
And began to lather up my crotch.
Oh FUCK.
I groaned as she ran one slippery hand softly up and down my cock –
And played with my balls with the other.
If I’d been pretty hard before, I was rock-hard now.
Finally, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pulled away from her.
She looked at me in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“This,” I said, and knelt down in the tub in front of her.
Her legs were too tight together for me to do what I needed –
So I gently got her to lift one leg and put her foot on the edge of the tub.
Now I had plenty of room…
And I leaned in and began to lick her.
All the soap had long since been washed away, and she tasted clean and sweet.
I used my tongue to part her lips… gently enter her with the tip… and then make my way up to her clit, which I licked softly over and over.
She moaned and leaned over me, bracing her hands on my shoulders.
I kept licking and licking –
“Stop,” she moaned. “Stand up.”
“Why?” I asked, though I did what she said.
She knelt in front of me, her eyes looking up heavy and half-lidded with desire.
“Because I want to taste your cock,” she whispered.