They faced each other. Nicola snuggled against her slender body and grew hard as he caressed her cheeks, her breasts, and her soft, rounded thighs. He didn’t mind they were in a poor, run-down apartment—he became totally lost in the light shining in her eyes. His kisses ignited their passion as they became one.
“Cara mia, ti voglio,” he said as they lay, bodies entwined.
“Ti voglio,” she said.
“Maria, I’m sorry about all this.”
“Sorry about what?”
“Bringing you here. I know your father wouldn’t want to see you living in this squalor.”
“Don’t worry. He knows, like I do, you’ll find your way someday.”