Page 117 of My Mafia Queen

She doesn’t allow me to enjoy the view for long, pulling me out of her mouth and shifting her position to face me.

I lift her up, wrap her legs around my waist and kiss her. Her arms snake around my neck, her lips burning under mine.

She’s come into her own, kissing me passionately, being comfortable with me.

I slowly slide her down and fill her up. And she starts moving and grinding on me, chasing her pleasure while giving me pleasure, too.

Before long, we slide onto the bed and she takes my shirt off while I peel her robe off.

I pull up and step next to the bed only for a second so she can tug my pants down while I kick off my shoes.

It takes only a few seconds before she opens her legs for me, and I fill her to the brim. At times, she is on top of me, while other times, I crush her under my weight.

We love to fuck, but we also love each other.

Anyone could see that.

I sure can.

A few moments later, I grab her butt, roll onto my side, and thrust into her with force. She is about to say it, yet I press my finger against her lips, stopping her.

“Not yet,” I murmur. “Don’t say it yet.”

She gives me a smile, telling me with her eyes what she can't say with her lips.

Even so, I knowthat she loves me.

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CARMINA

Italy

Haveyou been to Italy in the fall?

Me neither.

This is my first trip overseas.

The only reason for getting my passport this summer was that I’d hoped to participate in a student exchange program in the near future.

I wasn’t even a college student or had plans for a college education, but I thought that getting a passport would be a relatively easy thing to do, so I did it.

It comes in handy now, doesn’t it?

But back to Italy.

If you’ve never been to Italy in the fall or have always visited the urban areas, you don’t know what you have missed.

Vineyards painted in autumnal colors, historic villages, churches, castles, olive orchards, gentle hills, the wine that smells like perfume, mushrooms, cheese, and rustic crusty bread.

The moment we climb into his car, he rolls the windows down, and as we take the road to our destination, a new world opens up to me with sun–gilded leaves, scenic views, and the amazing scent of the earth.

We travel for about two hours before pulling to a stop in a round gravel driveway with a fountain in the center.

I hug my jacket closer, glad I have the soft muffler around my neck as the cold late afternoon wind sweeps my cheeks.

The sun is impressive, peeking at us through massive trees.

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