Max laid Rosalia down gently, like a glass vase he was too afraid to break. She held her arms above her head, her face turning to the side while burning from heat. She was too shy to look at him. The way he handled her made her think that she had truly made the right choice in taking him as her man. She could not imagine anyone else being so gentle with her.
"I can't believe you are mine, Rosalia. This still feels unreal," he smiled gently as he crawled over her. His hot breath brushed against her ear as he whispered sweet nothings. His fingers did not rest, playing gently with her breasts. They were as soft as marshmallows, yet as big as ripe melons. The sensation was something he had never known before.
"Do… you really like me…?" Rosalia moaned out, her eyes finally falling on him as if expecting his positive answer.
"Every inch of you, every second with you, I love, Rosalia," he whispered, biting into her ear.
