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"Not yet," I moan.
"Oh, have the tables turned?" he asks. "You don't want to come now?"
"I want to come," I say. "But I want to look at you a little longer. Just like this."
His eyes soften with love.
"You have the rest of your life to look at me, mia bella ragazza," he tells me.
My heart squeezes.
"And you have the rest of your life to take me however you want," I tell him. "But right now, I just want this. The sun. The garden. You."
"You have me, amore," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "Always."
"Yes," I whisper.
He smiles and leans down, kissing me.
And we stay like that, the sun shining down on us, our bodies joined, our gazes locked.
It is perfect.
"I can feel you starting to tighten again," he whispers, his lips brushing mine.
"I'm so close," I admit, and his smile grows.
"What will it take, mia amore?"
"Keep kissing me," I whisper, lifting my head to catch his lips again.
He kisses me, his tongue twining with mine, his thrusts picking up speed and intensity.
His hand tightens in my hair.
I moan, and his free hand slips between us.
His thumb finds the sensitive bud between my legs, and I gasp.
He strokes the bundle of nerves, his movements firm and practiced.
"I can feel you tightening," he whispers. "You are going to come on my cock."
"Mario," I pant.
"Come, amore," he orders, his voice hard. "Now."
His hips snap forward, and his cock drives right into the perfect spot.
His thumb works my clit, and it's exactly what I needed.
"Yes, God, yes."
Pleasure crashes through me, and my entire body stiffens painfully.
My muscles spasm and contract with a wave of pleasure so intense it brings tears to my eyes.
The sunlight makes my world go bright and hazy.
