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like what he was seeing.
    His hands moved to the inside of my thighs and in one move he pushed my legs up to my chest leaving me totally exposed. I was shocked until his mouth locked over my pussy and he started eating my pussy like a man who’d been lost in the desert and starved.
    Metaphorically I suppose this was true, if you believed what he’d said earlier.
    His tongue dipped inside me like he was scooping out my honey. I could hear him moaning and speaking Italian with out of breath pants.
    Teeth nibbled along my labia, and graced my clit. I was in heaven, pure blissful heaven. He didn’t stop to ponder what to do next, it was like he had a master plan on how to eat me out. Hell, maybe he did. I didn’t care, it was phenomenal.
    “Marco, baby,” I warned, feeling my already primed body ready to come again.
    “Yes, mi amore , come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
    Those words were like dynamite going off inside me. I came, my back arching off the cushion. My hands clamped down on his head, pushing him into my wet heat. Trying to keep my orgasm coming. I was greedy, and wanted more. It was the best orgasm I’d ever had and like a junkie wanted to keep my high.
    Marco worked his tongue over my clit, dragging out my pleasure as long as he could. So add longest to my official best orgasm ever title.
    As I was enjoying the floating sensation coming down from my orgasm I felt a smooth tip nudge at my opening.
    My eyes flew open and saw Marco looking down at me, his eyes burning and feral. I locked onto his gaze as he pushed into me. My body stretched to take even the head of his cock. I was swollen from my orgasms, but I wanted to feel him inside me. I relaxed and he moved forward, deeper into me.
    Our eyes on each other, he flexed his hips, seating himself completely inside me. I couldn’t help but gasp. I was so full and stretched my mind wanted to rebel, but my greedy pussy was more than happy.
    “Are you ok, my dove? I need to move, tell me I can,” he pleaded, holding himself still but I could see his muscles straining for control.
    “Marco, make love to me,” I urged and his eyes closed briefly with a look of relief. Then he moved.
    Slowly at first allowing me to get used to his size. Then he set up a delicious pounding rhythm that had me constantly guessing. His pace stayed the same, but he was adjusting his hips like he was searching for something. On one especially deep thrust, he hit a spot inside me that I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure.
    I gasped and squealed, shifting my hips away from his cock rubbing inside me. His hands came down from where they had been bracing him on the lounger and grabbed both side of my hips.
    He held me securely so I couldn’t wiggle and kept hitting the spot over and over again. I tried to get away from it at the same time I urged him deeper. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Pleasure, pain, and confusion warred inside me.
    “ Cara mia , trust me, come again for me. Let go,” he panted.
    I trusted Marco, so I let go.
    I imagine I had a pleasure stroke. There was no other way to describe it. My entire body seized and my brain stopped functioning. My vision blurred and the pleasure felt like it was leaking out of my pores it was so intense. I felt the hard squirt of something liquid shooting from my pussy. When that happened a satisfied grunt came from Marco.
    I went limp as Marco picked up his pace. He kept my body from relaxing completely as I rode through the end of the now most amazing orgasm of my life. It was like I’d placed bronze, silver, AND gold tonight.
    I felt his body start to jerk and his thrusts shorten. I pulled my pussy muscles tight around his pounding cock. Urging him to cum in me, to soak me in his seed.
    “ Mi amore , Carmen!” he shouted as his body locked and I felt hard jets spurt into my wet weeping pussy.
    When the last hot stream coated my womb, I reached my hands up and petted his hair. He let his head drop