“I want you inside of me,” I whisper into his ear, pulling him closer. “Take me, Giovanni. Put that big thing I felt in me now.”
I don’t even know what I’m saying or how these words are coming out of my mouth. I’ve never said anything like this before in my life. But I can feel Giovanni’s bulge pressed against me. He likes it. He’s hard. He wants me. But what happens next is not what I expect.
He pulls away from me.
“No.” He shakes his head. “Not like this.”
I freeze.
Shame soaks over me, sending a chill through my bones. At the same time, I blush painfully and curl up into a ball. I want to run for the door or hide under a big pile of blankets, but there are no blankets in here, and I’d be a fool to run.
“W-what?” I whimper. “What do you mean not like this?”
Giovanni draws a deep,
