Piazza Bella - Antipasto II
Hard Work In The Kitchen
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Piazza Bella - Antipasto: I
Liam stepped out of the shower before me, lifting a couple of fluffy towels and holding mine until I wiped off as much water from my naked body as possible. He eyed me, not in a lewd manner, instead as though I were someone he held in high regard.
“You are a beautiful woman, Carla.”
“You are a gorgeous man and one I would love to bed rather than leave here and go to work.”
“I noticed you are intense when lovemaking.”
“That’s because of you, Liam. You bring out the best in me… ever since a sandwich on an airplane that you know you desperately wanted.”
He grinned and pointed at my breasts.
“I desperately wanted those, too, right?”
“Yes.”
Liam had noticed my solid red nipples that engorged partly because of the switch between hot water and cold air when I stepped out of the shower but mostly because I deeply desired him. He was the finest sexual being I’d made love to, always teasing, kissing slowly, softly, and lovingly, never rushing.
He squinted at me, grinning with such intensity it lifted and aroused me.
“Do you want me right now, Miss Keady?”
“Yes.”