*Caterina*
It had been two days since Elio and I had slept together. The feel of his rough, calloused hands and the hot, wet sweep of his tongue left me shivering with every recurring thought. My mind proceeded to play the entire event on constant rewind, making it near to impossible to think about anything else.
Maybe that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing....
All the visions of seeing him work between my legs, the overwhelming pleasure that ran up my spine—it felt like my mind was shattered.
He was the best I’d ever had. No man before him, and probably after him, would ever surpass the euphoric sensation that he spread throughout my body.
Elio made me feel special, needed, ‘wanted.’ I felt desired on a level that most women would kill for. He didn’t even give much thought to his own needs or desires. It was as if I was the only one that mattered in that moment.
It left me shocked beyond words.
