When they arrived back at her house her nerves were no better, she wanted to savour the kiss again but felt uneasy and preoccupied.  He picked up on her behaviour and asked what was wrong.  She wasn’t a kid (even if he did make her feel like one) so she decided to tell him what was wrong.  He laughed, but not in a condescending manner, and slowly took her hand.  Leading her away from her front door she wondered what was happening.  

It was soon apparent as they grabbed a taxi from the roadside and he asked to go to his house.  Silently understanding she knew that he was taking control and that being independent from her house, she would perhaps feel a little less jumpy.  She certainly wasn’t used to being overruled but it was quite a novel and exciting feeling.  She allowed him this.

They soon arrived at his house and as she entered the front door she couldn’t help but wonder how many women he’d taken there before.  Kicking herself for even thinking that she shrugged off her thoughts and continued to enjoy their time together.

As they progressed towards the stairs she could feel herself getting excited.  She knew without a shadow of a doubt that this experience was going to be pretty mind blowing.  She had never slept with a foreign man before let alone an Italian and if general consensus of Italian men was true, she was in for the night of her life.

They entered a bedroom in which she paid little attention …. she had far more pressing things on her mind other than the decor.  Once through the door the kissing started, at first as gentle as the first time but soon they were both all over each other, tongues probing, hot breath and the ripping and disrobing of clothes.

They tumbled onto the bed and passionately kissed until he stood up and looked over her.  She went to sit up feeling self conscious ….. he quickly parted her legs and moved himself between her bending slowly to kiss her stomach.  Her muscles contracted as his tongue moved into her belly button.  Lying back she allowed him his fun …… he threw her head into complete turmoil; she thought her mind was going to explode as he touched her all over and brought her to climax with his tongue.  He certainly knew what he was doing.  It was far from over though and as she again attempted to sit up and pleasure him herself, he again gently pushed her down onto the bed.  

His hand was now up by her throat and slowly gliding down her chest, stopping briefly to caress her breasts.  He didn’t once take his eyes away from hers and the intensity she felt was like nothing else.  He parted her legs again and this time thrust into her whilst still watching her every move.  Slowly and firmly he moved in and out of her, it didn’t take long before his eyes started to glaze over and he made a throaty growl as he came.  It was over ….. and more than satisfactory.  

They spent the rest of the night making love and sometimes just fucking and each time was just as spectacular as the last.  He was one of the most generous lovers she had ever been with and certainly knew how to please a woman.  The feeling was obviously mutual as she gave him her own pleasure, they both enjoyed each other immensely and she felt very comfortable with him.  Considering he was 10 years younger than her she liked that she didn’t have to direct him yet he seemed to get off on being told exactly what she liked.  

Over the next few months they spent many nights talking about fantasies, likes and dislikes and she realised quite smugly that she had found someone who was perhaps her perfect match ….. at last!