My back arches, my legs try to close, and I collapse, shattering into small pieces as if a firecracker has exploded inside me.
My climax hits me like a tsunami; like gasoline mixed with fire, and there’s no coming back.
I explode in his arms, wriggling, crying out, digging my fingers into the fabric of the sofa, pulsating under his touch.
My legs are shaking; the pleasure spreading from my center to my belly and then higher to my breasts until my whole body is consumed with it.
I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted; I only know that he didn’t stop for a while, eating my pussy as if his life depended on it.
When my legs become weak and my body relaxes, he loosens his grip, replacing it with slow, gentle kisses.
“That was my best meal ever,” he whispers, pulling away.
I open my eyes and look at him. He smiles at me with so much pleasure it’s as if he’s just received a reward.
“I want to taste every inch of your body,” he says, standing and taking a seat next to me.
He brushes his fingers across my hair while looking into my eyes.
I love him. There’s no doubt. I fell in love with him the second I saw him, and now, after how he made me feel, after everything he said, I know for sure that we belong together.
“I’m ready for everything,” I say confidently, still unable to believe this is happening for real.
He brushes his fingers over my cheek.
“You’re mine, beauty,” he whispers, leaning closer, and I smell my arousal on his lips. “I’ll never let you go.”
And then he leans for another kiss.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LEONARDO
Am I going crazy? I can’t get enough of her. I know for sure that if we were locked in this pavilion together for thousands of years, it still wouldn’t be enough.
I know nothing about her, except that she was made for me. I don’t even know her name.
Is it the first time I’ve had sex with a woman I know nothing about? Definitely not. But is it the first time I’ve wanted to keep a woman by my side forever? Hell, yeah.
“I want you so badly,” I whisper into her mouth between kisses. “Will you let me in?”
“I’m a virgin,” she exclaims right away, and I stop for a second, looking deeply into her eyes.
“I know that, my beauty,” I say, petting her cheek with my fingers. “I know you’ve been waiting for me.”
I lean in for another kiss, but she pulls away.
“Have you been waiting forme?” she asks naïvely, which only makes me sad because I don’t want to hurt her, but even though she might not like the answer, I don’t want to lie, not to this woman.
“If you’re asking if I’m a virgin, my answer isno,” I say, pulling away slightly because being so close to her lips makes my mind go crazy. It can’t think clearly. “But have I been waiting for you my whole life?” I nod confidently to convince her that I’m sure about it. “Yes, I was.”
“So you always believed in soul mates but didn’t want to wait?” she asks, taking her hand from mine, slightly annoyed.
“I never believed in soul mates; that’s the truth!” I raise my voice, justifying myself. “Moreover, I’m fifteen hundred years old. Would you expect me to be celibate for all this time?”
“I’m almost three hundred years old, and I waited,” she retorts with irritation, frowning at me.
No, no, no, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.Is she serious? Will she reject me because I was stupid enough not to believe in love?