“Please what?”
“Please let me lick yours.”
My cock stirs at that, her sweet voice laced with innuendo that never fails to undo me. We make quick work of finishing our gelato so we can move on to bigger and better things, and by the time our limo pulls onto the long driveway to our new home, her hair’s tousled and I’ve managed to find my way through the miles of lace.
“Enzo,” she pants. “Oh God. Are we home yet?”
Hell yes, we are. The limo comes to a stop, and my chest swells with pride.
“Yeah, baby. Home.”
Home is wherever she’s by my side.