Page 197 of Marcello

It wasn’t the biggest I’d seen, thank God. It was painful enough fitting it inside me the first time; I don’t think I could have taken one that was any bigger.

But it was long and thick… gorgeous and pink with a big, swollen head…

And my mouth watered every time I looked at it.

I wanted him inside me so badly that it helped me get past the discomfort.

But besides his body, what I remember the most were the awkward moments.

Like when we got to the hotel room, and I froze up because the little voice in my head was screaming at me.

HE’S EXPECTING A WOMAN WHO KNOWS WHAT THE HELL SHE’S DOING!

Terror seized my body, and I had to step back from him.

He looked alarmed. “Is everything okay?”

“I… I haven’t ever done this before.”

He smiled. “You mean go back to a hotel with somebody? I know, it’s – ”

“No. I mean… I’ve never done this before.”

I could see the moment the realization actually hit him. “You mean – you’re a virgin? Huh…”

“What?” I demanded.

“I’ve never been with a virgin before.”

I thought guys WANTED to sleep with virgins!

But… what if virgins are really awful in bed because they don’t know anything?!

Suddenly, all my fears about having sex turned to fear that he didn’t want me anymore. “Do you not want to sleep with me?”

“No! No, I do, I just – ”

He seemed like he was making excuses.

“What?” I demanded.

That’s when he put his hands on my waist and looked deep into my eyes. “Are you okay with me being your first?”

His voice was so kind… so gentle… so concerned for my well-being…

So unlike my father’s.

He’d insisted I stay ‘pure’ until I was married –

Most likely in an arranged wedding to some Cosa Nostra asshole – a mafia heir who would expect me to be a virgin, but probably banged his way through half of Italy.

What about my pleasure?

What about what I wanted?

In that moment – looking into Romeo’s eyes – I knew exactly what I wanted.

Are you okay with me being your first?