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She shakes her head.

“What do you want?” I ask, turning the tables as I lean over and suck her nipples again.

“You.”

“To do what?” I ask, my fingers sliding through her folds, rubbing her clit.

“Oh, God.” Her hips rise to meet my touch.

“Tell me, Gia.”

“Fuck me.”

“You want my dick?”

“Yes.” She arches into me. “Max.”

“Where?”

“Inside me. I want your dick inside me.”

I give her a hard kiss and then reach for the condom, chastising myself for not having it on already because my dick is ready to explode.

I sheath myself and then roll her under me, opening her thighs and settling my hips between them. She said it had been a while, so I know I need to take things slow. God help me, I don’t want to hurt her.

I rub my dick against her pussy. “Ready, baby?”

Her fingers grip my shoulders. Her thighs wrap around my waist. “Yes. Max, yes.”

I press in, fighting back the urge to plunge. But it’s so fucking hard. Each millimeter I sink into her is like putting my dick in a light socket. Electricity fires through me.

Finally, I’m in. Fully, completely inside her. I look down at her to make sure she’s okay. Her eyes are closed, a small smile lifting her lips. She’s happy. My heart stalls in my chest. All of a sudden, something that died six years ago awakens. I feel alive, like my soul has found its home.

But the feeling is bittersweet because nothing has changed. I can have her now, but someday, someday soon, I’ll have to let her go. And when I do, my soul will die again.

14

GIA

Six years ago, I lay with Max like this knowing he’d be able to give me a lovely experience of making love. I might have been young and naïve, but I was aware that sex with Aldo wouldn’t be a beautiful moment between a man and a wife. Aldo was all about Aldo’s pleasure. In some ways, that was a good thing as the experience was over quickly. Once it came out that I was pregnant, he avoided me, another benefit. Once the kids were born, I secretly went on the pill to avoid more babies, but Aldo still preferred his mistresses to me, which I was okay with. And then Aldo was dead, and I haven’t been with anyone else since.

I’m not a virgin anymore, but neither am I experienced in giving pleasure. I don’t just want to lie here like I did with Aldo. I want Max to enjoy it too, like he’s wanting me to enjoy it. But as Max fills my body, all I can do is feel. I feel him in me, around me. It’s like I’m having an infusion of Max.

He dips his head down, kissing my neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes… I… what should I do?”

“What do you want to do?” His voice sounds strained, but he continues to trail kisses along my neck.

“Ah…” I rock my hips, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.

Max groans. He hooks his hand under my thigh, lifting it higher. He sinks deeper inside me. My moan mixes with his.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, levering up on his hands. “I can’t wait any longer.” He begins to move, in and out, and it’s so blissfully wonderful. I might lack experience, but my body seems to know what to do. It moves with him, against him, rocking, rising, arching.

“Yes… Gia… yes…” His hips rock faster, deeper, and I’m caught up in a firestorm of sensations.

“Max…” I can barely breathe as tension builds, coiling tighter, tighter.