“Oh, yes, GianMarco. Oh, God. Oh, God.” An incredible joy spread throughout Maggie’s entire being. She never knew lovemaking could be quite like this. “I will taste all of you.” GianMarco slowly pulled his still erect penis out of her and inched slowly down her body. He kissed her rounded belly before lifting one meaty thigh, nuzzling his face against her flesh. “La tua pelle e’ come seta,” GianMarco whispered against her thigh. “Your skin is like silk.” When GianMarco spoke to her in Italian, it sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. He made her feel beautiful and special. The scent of their joining filled his nostrils, leaving her intoxicated. GianMarco kissed her inner thigh before sinking his incisors into her flesh. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as Maggie thought it would. Actually, the sensation of him slowly sucking her blood created such a head rush that it triggered another mind-shattering orgasm.
