Chapter 51
Stefano’s hands moved into my hair, and he began to gently massage my scalp. The vibe was different than our time together the other night, peaceful, tender. I could feel myself sinking into him. He placed his hands on my shoulders and my body began to relax even more. His hands slid over my chest and stomach, and then suddenly he was washing my arms.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered into my ear, and from the poke I felt on my right butt cheek, I knew that he did.
“We’ll make love,” I said.
It wasn’t a full committal because I wasn’t sure. Since Karl, I had not let a man inside me. It was an intimacy, a way of giving of yourself, that I hadn’t wanted to share with any of the men I had dated in recent years. Still, Stefano had let me inside him, and I felt a little hypocritical denying him something he had so freely given me.